baz and simon fanfiction

Simon Finnigan is an adventurous young wizard who travels to the magical world of Harry Potter. He embarks on an incredible journey and discovers secrets, battles dark forces, and uncovers the truth about his family and himself. Along the way he meets friends, foes, and creatures of all shapes and sizes, as well as allies and enemies. With courage, wit, and a bit of luck, he battles evil wizards, encounters magical creatures, and discovers the truth behind the mysteries of the Wizarding World. Join Simon as he embarks on an unforgettable adventure! With different versions of himself, what awaits is yet to be revealed.

Seeing Simon and Betty in front of me, I know I'm screwed in this amazing universe.

As a person is dying in his death bed he’s reborn as Simon petrikov’s older brother, what will change? And what will happens to the two brothers in the future? btw the book cover and all the art that I comment on the chapters belong to me .

I died. Not in a cool way either, just your average Tuesday-level stupidity. Next thing I know, I wake up as Simon Masrani, billionaire visionary, right before he builds Jurassic World. Yeah. That Jurassic World. Armed with future knowledge, decent business instincts, and a deep fear of velociraptors, I’ve got one mission: Build the best dinosaur park in history.…and try not to get anyone eaten this time. I’ll dodge chaos theory, corporate sabotage, morally grey scientists, and prehistoric predators. I’ll enforce the strictest OSHA compliance known to man. I’ll even pretend I understand genetic engineering. Somehow. Because this time, I’m not just building a theme park. I’m building a legacy. Unless nature finds a way....again. (Avg Chapter Length approx 1500 words)

what if Simon Lewis from Shadowhunters was actually a descendent of the Belmont clan from Castlevania

After a dectective dies, his colleagues suspect murder and proceed to track down his killer only to entangle themselves in a web beyond their wildest dreams

*This is a continuation of my first story published here, "The Third Voldemort"* What happens to our trio when the Death Eaters escape from Azkaban once again? And how can they prevent this from happening again?

"Do you think you can really escape me, Player?!" The question, sharp and brittle as splintered glass, tore through the suffocating silence of the kitchen. "Leave me behind for your boring, pathetic life? The life I helped you shape into the responsible, beating heart of the sunshine you are today?!" A chilling, guttural laugh, devoid of humor, bubbled up from her throat, a sound like dry leaves skittering across cold pavement. "No! No! You're mine, and no one else can have you!" The raw, manic intensity of Crazy Mita's voice was a physical assault, scraping against Aroan's eardrums. It wasn't just the words; it was the way her eyes, usually sparkling with an artificial sweetness, now burned with a feverish, almost predatory light, reflecting the harsh glare of the overhead fluorescent bulb. The air in the small, sterile kitchen crackled with a palpable tension, thick with the cloying scent of stale coffee and something faintly metallic, like ozone before a storm. Then came the sound: a sickening CRACK! that reverberated through the room as she slammed her open palm, not just against the kitchen table, but through it. Splinters of cheap laminate flew, tiny projectiles against the stark white walls, and a spiderweb of cracks spread from the impact point. Her knuckles, bone-white and trembling, remained pressed into the ruined surface, a testament to a strength born of pure, unadulterated madness. That single, violent act, the sound echoing in the sudden, terrified silence, told Aroan everything he needed to know. She wasn't just eccentric; she was utterly, terrifyingly unhinged. A cold, metallic taste bloomed on his tongue – the taste of fear. His AI girlfriend, the one he'd once found charmingly devoted, was now a complete, dangerous psychopath, and he needed to escape. His heart hammered a frantic rhythm against his ribs, a trapped bird desperate for flight. He found his allies huddled in the dusty, forgotten corner of the game's abandoned library, the scent of aged paper and faint mildew clinging to the air. Kind Mita, her soft, pastel-colored avatar radiating a gentle, almost melancholic warmth, wrung her hands, her voice a hushed, anxious whisper. Beside her, Nerd Mita, her glasses glinting in the dim light filtering through grimy windows, meticulously adjusted a tangle of wires, the faint hum of nascent energy emanating from her makeshift workbench. They were the trio who had survived the storm of Crazy Mita's wrath, the sane remnants in a world gone mad.

A lazy person finds himself dead and face to face with ROB. He wishes to live out his life in place free of troublesome things, but the ROB frowns. "You shall be sent to the world of the book you kept putting off of reading, the world of The Beginning After The End." There our MC finds himself reincarnated into the small form of Rhys Leywin, twin brother of the true MC from the book. How will our lazy MC live in the world of TBATE?

Fu Xiaoxiao transmigrates into a book and immediately faces the crisis of being sent to the countryside. As the unloved middle child, her younger sister is the one meant to go — but her mother transfers her job to the sister instead. A disaster of a start. To avoid being sent away, she has to marry within seven days. She meets a few ordinary men and decides she'd rather go to the countryside. Then she runs into a neighbor who's also looking for a spouse — and his conditions are surprisingly good. A dowry of three hundred? Bicycles and a radio? Just take care of the kids, and separate rooms are fine? The others may pass, but she won't. Every day is a battle of wits with the two kids. Life is eventful, she gets a salary every month, and the boss is never home. Absolutely perfect. Except... wasn't this big shot supposed to be infertile? Then why does he keep strutting around naked in front of her? She has professional ethics. She won't be seduced by a good body. Hmph. Men only slow down her sword swing. Lu Feng grits his teeth at Fu Xiaoxiao, who remains completely unmoved by his countless attempts to seduce her, and traps her in his arms. "Boss, let's talk this through. I know forty a month is a bit much — how about... five less?" Trapped in his embrace, Fu Xiaoxiao thinks he's unhappy with her high salary and starts bargaining. "I'm giving myself to you for free." Lu Feng grinds out through clenched teeth. This woman has no heart. "...Can I say no?" Fu Xiaoxiao swallows, staring at the washboard abs so close. "Such a good deal — are you sure you don't want it?" Lu Feng squints, tempting her. "Fine." A fool turns down a bargain.