Stories by Luthien'sLight

The evil MoM is attempting to steal the petroleum under Hogwarts, and institute an authoritarian state. Not under Sheriff Potter's watch, thank you kindly! Amongst shootouts, saloons, and acromantula wrangling, it's time for Sheriff Potter to prove to the Wizarding World that guns and freedom are the greatest magic there is. Welcome, one and all, to the Wild Wild Wizarding West.

"Anyone who says love is gentle… well, they've never met Tracey Davis." OR: In which Harry meets a five-foot-two romantic force of nature against which no heart can defend (and neither can wizarding law enforcement), Fleur Delacour meets her match, and Ron decides to introduce a new fashion craze to the wizarding world. Crack and fluff!

Tracey Davis suspects something is fishy about Potter. Sure, he's handsome, but that doesn't make up for his sneakiness, and the fact he keeps going to The Forbidden Forest in the middling hours of the morning. Following him, she discovers his dreadful secret — one of... fluffy... proportions. (Comedy with a dash of horror. Mostly gen, mentions of romantic interests.)

"Shush child, quiet, or The Smiling Man will come. He was once human — but no longer." Whatever they did to him in that torture chamber, he was no longer human when they were done. Voldemort, in his foolishness and pride, created an Eldritch Horror, a being obsessed only with consuming enough to fill the void within. It haunts the shadows, always grinning. Fear. It is pure fear.

War. Terrifying, bloody, devastating war is about to strike the occupants of the argo. The culprit? A pastry.

"Will you be my peace, when we cannot find peace anywhere but in each other?" OR in which Harry and Ginny spend some much-needed personal time at an amusement park after the war, Ginny is in awe of how casually muggles live on the verge of death, and Harry might have an ulterior motive for the whole thing. Fluff with a dash of hurt/comfort.

What if Harry Potter was a (literal) potato? What if Voldemort grew tired of his incompetent servants? What if Hermione was confused why OP!Harry chose to stay at Hogwarts and not have a harem? All of these questions and more, answered by me at three in the morning, high off caffeine and sleep deprivation!

Being the Master Of Death carries with it burdens that Harry could never have possibly predicted. Faced with immortality, and as a consequence, eternity, Harry Potter must ask himself — What is Death? What is Life? What is the meaning of these things? What is purpose, and does Eternity steal such a purpose from us? No gruesomeness but Death is a constant.

Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy managed to adopt The Boy Who Lived! Of course, their nefarious plot to eliminate him is perfectly planned, and won't have any hiccups, right? Right? Right guys? Oh no, the kid's teleporting everywhere. LUCIUS, NARCISSA, STOP LOVING THE BABY. CAN YOU ALL JUST- ARGH! Who knew trying to kill a baby peacefully would be this hard?

It's a bird! It's a plane! No, it's Harry Potter's soul flying through Death's window ninety years before it's supposed to! The usual insanity-fueled crackfic drabble most of you have come to expect. K but has some very slight language.

Harry deeply regrets walking into that room all those years ago. A romance/fluff/horror Hacey drabble for the Hacey Discord server's monthly drabble competition! Rated M for slight gore and language!

Tracey Davis has never been one to think about all those "do's" and "don'ts" that everyone else spends their time poring over. Never has been, never will be. Written for the Hacey Discord Server's monthly Drabble!

Clicks, clicks, they surround him and they won't let him escape. The screaming is getting worse. Gale thinks he may have found the one way out. (Content warning for very heavy topic, rated M just in case.) Twoshot!

"We're both broken but maybe with some glue we can fit together" OR Cressida's the "other pair of lips" that Gale's kissing in District Two. Rated T for kissing and mentions of violence/depression. Written at 5:00 in the morning so forgive any faults in the grammar or in story history.

Clichés are Cliché for a reason. OR In which they met online, and decided on the spot to be best friends since. If only that asshole in their respective schools, they tell each other, would stop being such a jerk.

It was raised darkness, cast to a side and rejected, the darkness all it knows. Cages surround it, cages of all shapes and sizes. And now, when it will finally be given the chance to have its revenge, to be free, it will see the world burn. The beast within shall rise and devour all, tearing down what men have tried to build. The age of men is over — the Vershenjai have returned.

A Percabeth Cinderella story. Percy is a famous musician, while Annabeth is just your daily commute drone with a hidden talent for music. Percy just had a bad breakup. Thanks to the fairy of convenient coincidences, so has Annabeth. Annabeth does a cover and slightly changes Percy's breakup song, which he sees and is entranced by. (In process of rewriting) AGAIN, NO LEMONS.

Let the cannons sound and the bloodshed commence! The 125th annual Hunger Games are here, and we're all rearing for the bloodshed... though there might be a little more than you expect. Coin took over Panem, the traitor Katniss is dead, and Coin's daughter now presides over the new Hunger Games. Hunger Games with a twist! Rated Mature for extreme violence. SYOT now open! No cursing

Wherein Annabeth doesn't have a lot of friends, doesn't like making friends, but Percy makes her make friends. Also, Percy is shirtless a lot. Random twoshot for Percabeth Fluff Rated T for cheesy romance. Cali Percabeth. For Vixen, because she's amazing. Nothing else needs to be said *drops mic*

LOTR Fanfiction, ONESHOT, Action/Deep Storytelling/Romance, NO LEMONS YOU THIRSTY PERVERTS.