Crookshanks is playing with Hermione's time turner, and next thing she knows, Hermione is face to face with a young, handsome man who claims to be the king of England ... Henry VIII, notorious for killing wives and hating witches. Will she be able to fool the court, the king and get back to her own time before it's too late? Or is she destined to change history – both his and hers?

Luna has always had a special relationship with Death, especially after her mother died. And after the final battle as she lies dying on the floor of the great hall, the spectre, claiming she was robbed of the life she should have had sends her to Westeros where she is reborn as the twin sister of Rhaegar Targaryen. Luna/Ned

Really? They named me after alcohol? - MOVED TO AO3. MY AUTHOR NAME IS: LavenderWine

Lord Sesshomaru had reached the pinnacle of his reign as the Lord of the Western Lands since the death of Naraku. But not even his lands are completely safe once an African Queen is brought to his throne room along with her premonitions declaring he seeks the help of his half-brother and the miko to save everything he values.

A prequel, retelling of, and sequel to the stage show, eventually centering around a particular little ballet dancer.

"They met, of course, in a library." A chance meeting between two people holding candles amidst the darkness of humanity could be the start of something... magical.

Seven years after the events of S3 of TO and four years after the events of S7 of TVD, Bonnie Bennett is in New Orleans to find a weapon necessary for defeating the entity that's been unleashed...and finds Klaus Mikaelson. KLONNIE fiction!

Hermione wondered if there was a phobia about time travel.

She's been broken for too long, she no longer knows how to put herself back together again. A tale of Leah's mending.

"My sister will enjoy your lovely wrists. And I will untie that pretty little bow round your neck." Klaus/Bonnie. Set at the end of the 1920s.

History as we know it changes when young Fujin stumbles upon a lonely Squall.

She had never been any kind of a girly girl. Her love for bombs, gadgets, engines and video games had gotten her friend-zoned more times than she cared to count. Noone ever seeing the young woman beneath with a heart sometimes bigger than her head. Most say there was only a love triangle in FF7, perhaps they were right? Or perhaps there was a square. Lemon, possible fluff, feels.