Stories by Anubis Enfield

One doesn't usually expect to die any given day. Things didn't go… exactly as planned. "You're a witch, you see. I'm sure it sounds silly but there's a whole 'nother world out there with crazy things happening." Being related to the Black Family was not what I expected upon finding out I was in Harry Potter.

Her visions—her prophecies—only ever brought bad luck for her. Prophecies weren't meant to be shared and the one time she said something—told someone—had been the biggest mistake of her life. They were the reason Sybill was dead. The reason Harry was at risk. The reason Sirius Black hadn't been exposed. And the reason she was back in England. OCxLupin

I swear to fucking God, I will murder whatever deity thought this shit would be funny. Let me jerk you by the arm and drop you off in the middle of the desert for two days. Or, hey, I know! Let's yeet some poor American fan into a television show! That'll be fun, right? New fancy tattoo that pulls me wherever? Yeah, just fucking great. (OCxDoctor)

"Just hand him over to Greyback."/"He's just a boy!"/"He's a werewolf! The boy's practically feral!" Dumbledore smiled. "I happen to know someone who might help."

"Writing another letter?" "Memoirs, Bridget." "Memoirs? Are you expectin' ta die soon? You're only a young'un." / "Something more fanciful, you think?" "More fanciful? I say, this is already fanciful enough!" / "A woman, disguised as a man, who can never die. Tell me. In this story of yours… what happens to her?" "She waits." OCxDoctor

Being average and unnoticeable should have been key to surviving. There was just one problem. Those damn numbers. They were just relationship stats but now there's a-a whole fucking system? This isn't a game! Why the hell am I getting mission windows? (Gamer-ish Fic OC, Pairing Undecided)

Hogwarts gains an apprentice and he's under the castle's protection. He hates attention but is he just shy and awkward or does he hold a secret that even the Dark Lord might be interested in? "My focus is on the application of Ancient Runes and Magical Creatures, so I will not be able to teach you everything you need to know...but I would like to help if I can."

I could sense him now; the blood pumping in his veins and his calm heart beating in his chest. I'd met men like him before—feeble-looking but powerful. People like him sent me here—to the coven—and persecuted us when they found out what we were. What was Dumbledore thinking, inviting a vampire to his school? Male OCxLuna

Do you know that story? The story about the first man and woman getting tempted to eat an apple against God's commands? I think everyone knows it, religious or not. Do you remember the serpent though? The sneaky snake that got the job done? Yeah, I'm that guy. I figured this Doctor person would be interesting to meet though, and I wasn't wrong. Being a demon is so much fun

When I was younger, I always dreamed of being able to just go out there and see the world. And despite my initial panic about having died and been reborn as an abandoned injured pet, I felt almost excited. Then, I met the Doctor. "You're just a small fella aren't you? Just small and scared and alone. I know how that feels."

Above it all... stood a man. A solitary figure who watched the fleeing people below with solemn eyes. Yet, he remained unmoving as the people cried for help from their Gods and he stood upon a hill and stared as history unfolded before him. "My job is to ensure time goes the way it should. I am not a human. I am not a Time Lord or a Doctor. I simply exist to stop people like you."

Angela was a 32-year-old woman holding a number of degrees in various science-related fields until she was no longer a woman but Benjamin Cooke, a young orphaned boy. He was smart, blunt, and could honestly care less about others and what they thought. Then, everything changed. "Will you be attending Hogwarts?" "A chance to manipulate the laws of the universe? Sign me up."

"I'm a shipper. My coworkers sabotaged my ship and I crashed here but I didn't do this. Why would I bring a hospital to the moon?" "How can we trust you?" After all, she was obviously hiding something. Aluzians don't need perception filters and every question was answered with a lie. Something was very wrong and the Doctor was going to find out what.

Everybody knows that everybody dies. Some people live more in a few moments than others in their entire lives. People shouldn't be allowed to live forever. Immortality should remain a myth, but the universe sometimes has other plans.

"Am I fucking invisible or something!" I was dead. Very dead. Worse yet, I was apparently a ghost too. "Jarvis, this never happened, understand?" "Yes, sir." "You're just going to ignore me! I'm haunting your ass now, Stark. I'm turning up my poltergeist skills just for you."

A Weeping Angel is the deadliest, most powerful, most malevolent lifeform evolution has ever produced. The only psychopaths in the Universe to kill you nicely... except when they don't. "The angel... It's laughing. It will torment her in every way possible until its escape and when it does escape, it will snap her neck as well, just to make her scared."

Treated like a slave for so long when your people once stood tall and proud of who they were. Now here you are, groveling at the feet of others only to be pushed aside and passed along time and time again like a tool. Fight all you want, Peluchi, you are no match for me.

"Look, kid. Life doesn't always work out. Things fall apart, promises get broken. You can't expect everything to turn out all fine and dandy just because some stranger tells you everything's going to be okay," I bit out but the Doctor grinned. "I promise everything will be okay."

Space station Derek. High tech, state-of-the-art for a ship built in the 39th century, yet one thing goes wrong and it's the end of the damn world. "This is Mechanic and Engineer Riley Withers of the Space Station Derek. I am turning off the SOS signal and advise all ships who have received it to steer clear of the station... A quarantine is in effect..." and it's all my fault.

My world is different from yours. Or, was different from yours. My Earth was mostly the same. There was just one difference. One big difference. Some of us were special. Some of us were marked. "Where are you from?" "I'm from… London… 2015." "We're meeting Shakespeare. You coming?"

"I can smell out emotions. Fear, malicious intent, joy, sorrow. It's what I've been employed to do here, hunting down a fugitive. My nose has proven better than most species in the universe in locating and tracking. Makes my job easier." "You're an assassin." "I'm whatever I choose to be at the moment. Either you come with me, or you're on your own. You're choice."

"So, what's he a Doctor in, anyway? His lectures are pretty random and as much as I preferred his lecture on poetry to the one he was supposed to do about physics, it makes me wonder. Is he in the science department? Literature? History?" "Nobody knows."

He didn't know the woman and had simply wrote her off as a stubborn nobody who became a sort of stowaway on this trip. He knew what it was like to be a soldier, to constantly have that need to be doing something, to be useful, but he wondered about that look in her eyes. The haunted look... Yet, he might be able to convince her to be different.

"I can hear the spoon every time it touches the tray, hear you chewing. At the rate you're going, and the amount of food given to you, we'll be here for an hour at least, if not two." "Oh, you're clever!" "I'm good at calculations... It's why he keeps me." She deserved to get out of here more than anyone. "Nova? Would you like to come with me?"

"Police! Hands in the—" My shout was cut short as a shot was fired and that was the last time I was alive in my world. Now? Now, I'm homeless. My right cheek was torn, ripped apart by that shot, and I didn't exist here... wherever here was. Nothing made sense, then a spaceship crashed into Big Ben. "Hello, I'm the Doctor. I've got a few questions if that's all right." (Male oc)

There were many prophecies and many stories. One of them was about a creature called the hybrid. Half-Dalek, half-Time Lord. The ultimate warrior. But whose side would it be on? Would it bring peace or destruction? "I was sent to kill you as I have killed others... I won't—can't disobey my masters... I have orders. Orders to exterminate you."

How did I get assigned this job again? Does he not even realize what sort of situation he's in? Or does he just not care? "Captain Katherine Summers, U.S. Army. I didn't save you because I knew you or even liked you. You're an absolute prick." "Yeah, but you're staying, right?" "...Not because I want to."

I didn't want to remember what got me here though, to London. Thousands of miles away from my home in LA in a matter of seconds. It was impossible. I owe a lot of who I am and who I became was because of him. He gave me back confidence I hadn't had since I was a kid and I love him for that. Then, things changed. Rose, his ex-girlfriend, came home. (Pairing might change later on)

"I met someone today at work. He was… eccentric. You might have liked him, though I only met him for a minute. He said I was clever... I owe him one, is all... but I'm obviously not that clever... a person at the wrong place, wrong time, I suppose. Nobody important, honestly..." "Everyone is important and I mean every word of that. You are important, Nell... you've beat the odds."

Being a woman in the 19th century is the worst. I haven't been aging either, which is worrisome but more than that is the fact that I'm slowly turning to stone and no one can see anything but the mark. "Why is a woman in disguise as the Queen's guard?" "Why do you own a blue police box 40 years too early?" "Ah... about that..."

"You're supposed to be on my side, you know. The wild dog who devours the sun and swallows Odin in the Ragnarök. Why are you helping these fools? Join me, and I will give you the freedom you wish for, all the power you crave." "A monster on the battlefield that will be spoken of for years." "..I just want to cook..."

"W-What's going on?" I breathed out, backing away from the door where the screams were coming from and turning around to make a run for it, only to very nearly run into something that I never wished to experience. "Delete. Delete. Delete." T-This is insane. This is crazy. I'm crazy. "What is this?" I muttered. "Doctor Who?"

"You're a slave." "No, I'm a Debtor." "How long have you been a Debtor?" "My whole life. And learning about people is the only thing that's made it worth it. People are so interesting. Humans especially. So curious." The Doctor smiled. "Absolutely brilliant, you are."

"I'm not Charlotte!" I argued again. "I told you, my name's Kris! Kris Lewis! I-I was in a car accident!" The group exchanged glances, but muttered reassurances to me about being confused before I nearly had a heart attack when I looked in the mirror. T-That's… That's not me. That face isn't mine! What the hell is going on!

I could see things. Things nobody else saw. I assumed it came with the whole 'having been dead already' thing, but I was not thrilled by the dark shadowed creatures that followed certain people and hovered in areas of buildings. "Just remember something for me, will you? Keep your chin up and don't let anything ever get to you. I'll come back for you. I promise."

"You think some thieving street rat can be a hero?"/"I believe anyone can be a hero. The better questions is: do you believe you can be a hero?"/"I don't even want to be a hero, so why didn't you expel me?"/"Because you ARE a hero."

I'd spent seventeen years in my past life as a veterinarian and now, as they say, I was a wizard. Or, well, I would be if I could use magic without possibly dying. Oh, and let's not forget how my fondness of animals was about to get me into a load of trouble. "W-Why'd you just stand there!" "It was a three-headed dog." "He tried to eat us!" "...H-He was cute..."

There comes a point, when you begin to lose faith in humanity and when you're an alien trapped on the planet of bald apes for nearly five hundred years, you lose that faith much faster. "Rose, I think we overlooked something..."

"I never understood why Lestrade saw it necessary to let tourists run around his precinct." "Sherlock, behave!" No. This can't be happening... I'm in Sherlock...

"Let me guess. You had a change of heart while captured, rushed back desperate to make amends and do something about it, which is why you stopped your company making weapons. That was the immediate solution, but you've been too distracted to come up with something more. You don't know what direction you want to go in next. I can help." "Who are you?" "Your new lawyer... Mr. Stark."

Every time they did something, the world shifted off course like a rocket crashing before it gets off the landing pad. Repeatedly. Digging another nail into my mind, screaming at me. "You don't know what you're doing. What you've done. You've changed so many things you don't even realize. The future is ruined and I'm going to make it right."

I was always fighting, always killing, always struggling, and then he came. He'd be just like the others. Empty promises to get me out only to leave. I wasn't going to be tricked, but then I saw him. Those green eyes in the crowd and suddenly, I couldn't do it any more. So I stopped and said, no more.

Sound is something hard to explain. Even harder when you can't always hear. So what happens when the Doctor shows up and takes in interest me? Amy's more-than-hard-of-hearing friend? Better yet, what do I do? Partial deafness and fighting aliens don't exactly mix well, after all.

Sherlock wanted her to be more... aware of him. He was used to people doing something, anything, around him. But Jess… She believed he was probably just like anybody else in the world and that's what made Sherlock angry, because he was not like everyone else. She'll realize that I am different. I am not like them. I am someone interesting. OC/Irene, OC/Sherlock

I work at a morgue, so it should be normal that I can see ghosts, right? That doesn't mean people should be treating me like an old man. I'm fifteen. Ichigo doesn't seem to like me either. Oh, well.

I don't want this! I-I never wanted this to happen! W-Why! Why did this happen to me! Fate had it in for me. "You've got to be kidding me!" I cried, tears flowing steadily from my eyes as realization hit me like a brick. "I-I've got a… tail! I can't have a tail! I'm human!"

I've always wondered what would happen when we die. Unknown to me, I would soon learn all about death very soon. Death, and the Naruto World.

I may not remember much from before I came to this world, but I remembered this. I was in the anime 'Naruto'. I nearly died before even getting anywhere. Animals were all I knew. But now I'm stuck with some group of kits with a lone wolf of a man. Great.

"You never know what you have until it's gone". I suppose that saying rings true, but in a way, I'm disappointed that it took me this long to figure it out. I was only ten when I lost the biggest person in my life, and it's thanks to that, that I am where I am now."N-Naruto. Let's go. You shouldn't talk to this guy." She's right. It's best he doesn't get involved with me.

Dying wasn't fun. Just alive one minute then nothing the next. Now, I was dead and there WASN'T nothing. I'd been reborn with narcolepsy. And I, the newly reborn Takeo Hideyoshi was sitting directly beside Tsuna from Katekyo Hitman Reborn. And did I mention? I'm a boy now. Just how bad is this going to get?

"I study the worst of people and by doing so, I learn about all sorts of things." "But they're criminals! It's not the same as judging the world's greatest detective!" "What kind of detective vows to take down a murderer when technically he himself is one! He's no better than Kira!"

I don't remember yesterday...Or any day before that between now and an accident that happened on the eighth of December three years ago. So how am I a suspect!

It was supposed to be physically impossible for me to be here, yet here I was. They hadn't noticed I was awake yet. That I was breathing and alive, able to move. The cat people were clueless for now, but I couldn't take much more. Someone needed to let me out. But who would find me? Who could possibly help me?

"Wait! Stop!" The Doctor shouted after me, but I couldn't. How could I stop? This wasn't real. This couldn't be real. And if I stopped, then he would catch me. He would tell me how real it was, and I couldn't handle that. Knowing that reality as I knew it was a lie and that everything I had there was gone now? Who could? So I ran.

He told me I would find him. That this stupid device would help me, but the only thing it's done is cause me trouble. "You better not be on the fritz again. The last time you went off, you sent me to the bloody circus." He's the only chance I have of getting back home, but I was looking for big ears and leather jacket, not rude and lanky in a suit. And definitely not killer trees.

You'd be amazing what you can find out buried in the desert sands. That being said, sometimes there's crazier things above land, like the strange group of people claiming to be site inspectors with a blank piece of paper as their ID. Still, not as strange as the cyborg robots.

I'm a fixer. That's what I do and it's what I'm good at. Then this man came in to get his watch fixed, only for a different man to return. "B-But you're not... You're not him. This is Mr. Smith's watch."/"I regenerated! Same person, different looks and personality."/"What?"

I had no name, no home, no life of my own. Just a watch. I hated humans for what they did to me. Then he came. He gave me a name. Did I trust him? No. but what choice did I have?