- ʀᴇɢᴜʟᴜs ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ғᴀɴғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ "You. Me. Hogsmeade. Tomorrow" Romie demands, leaving no room for objection. Regulus slowly lifts his head from his book, briefly wondering if he's managed to land himself into a similar alternate dimension, "Come again?" He mutters dumbly, ignoring the crude jokes from his friends, focusing intently on the determined glow of violet in front of him, "You heard me, Black. I'll be at the Three Broomsticks. Don't keep me waiting" ***************** 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Romie Lupin is fed up of her brother interfering with her love life because he's getting nowhere with his own, and seeks out help from Regulus Black. ***************** (This story may include mature content and emotional triggers that could cause distress towards the reader)

― "I love you more than life itself," ― Althea Potter had always been a light. Where James burned wild and reckless, she glowed warm and steady, drawing people in with her laughter, her kindness, and her stubborn belief that everyone carried a spark worth loving. She was the sister who brightened shadows, the girl who never let anyone feel unseen. Regulus Black, on the other hand, was born of shadows. Cold where she was warm, distant where she was tender, sharp where she was soft-he was a boy sculpted by duty, drowning beneath the weight of a name that demanded silence, obedience, sacrifice. They were opposites, orbiting each other in disdain. She saw him as cruel and unfeeling, and he saw her as naïve and foolish. Yet the world has a way of binding the unwilling, and war makes strange companions of enemies. Slowly, through whispered arguments and stolen glances, Althea discovered the boy beneath the mask, and Regulus found himself yearning for the light he had spent his life rejecting. But love in times of war is fragile. It does not always save. Sometimes it destroys, quietly, beautifully, tragically. And when the end came-as it always would-they both learned that hatred can turn to love, and love can burn into something fiercer still. Something unshakable. Something eternal. Something that could only be called devotion. ☽｡⋆

She was the epitome of strength, fighting her way through a new world - one where the dead walked and society ceased to exist. He was a force to be reckoned with, tenacious and unyielding. The hands of fate brought them together, but can they fight alongside one another through the apocalyptic wasteland without losing themselves, or each other? (Daryl Dixon x Original Female Character) Slow burn. Mature content. 🔥🫢 Some main TWD plot points included, but I intend to diverge often to keep it exciting and fresh. I don't own the rights to any TWD characters or scenes. OFC is my own, as are some of the plot lines in this story. Top Rankings: #1 in #DarylDixonLove #2 in #NormanReedus #2 in TWDfanfiction #2 in #DarylDixonRomance #6 in #Daryl #12 in #DarylDixonSmut 😜

SILENT INTIMACY - to love absentmindedly, to hold hands without noticing, to lean on as a natural state, to share the silence. doing so much by saying so little, always reaching out, searching for one another. IN WHICH the end of the world seems to work out better than any normal suburban life for two particular people. the walking dead season 2 - ? daryl dixon x oc matureeeee

ꜱᴀᴠɪᴏʀ ᴄᴀʀʟ ɢʀɪᴍᴇꜱ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ᴏᴄ ♱ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, 𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬. ♱ ᴛᴡᴅ ᴀʟᴛᴇʀɴᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇʟɪɴᴇ ᴀᴋᴀ ʀɪᴄᴋ ᴅɪᴇᴅ, ᴄᴀʀʟ ꜱᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴇᴅ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴠɪᴏʀꜱ ʀᴇɪɢɴ

"𝑨 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆... 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒕𝒐?" 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐗𝐎𝐍 was never meant to survive this long, the girl has been running her whole life. Before the fall of the world, she ran from a broken home. After, she ran from the monsters that took it- no matter how far she ran, death always found her. Soon enough Charlie will wonder, 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆? 𝑺𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔- 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝑻𝒆𝒏 𝑶𝑪 𝒙 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒍 𝑮𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝑶𝑪 𝒙 𝑩𝒆𝒕𝒉 𝑮𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒏𝒆 Ranked #3: Carlgrimesfanfiction

Mice scrambling for survival in the jaws of Lions. - - "Because some kids are born with tragedy in their blood." - - __________________________ Carl Grimes x fem oc //authors note : first time putting a story out here. Im rushing to get out as many chapters as I can//

The noble house of Burke was regarded perfect and admirable, standing as one the most blank-slated Sacred 28 families in history. Agatha Drusilla Burke embodied the virtues of her surname: perfection and admiration. Holding a impressive record of straight O's, respectable friends and impeccable manners, she maintained her position without entangling it in gossip or rumors. Even in selecting acquaintances, Agatha, by request, needed her parents' approval. However, the one person Mr. and Mrs. Burke desired Agatha to befriend was Regulus Black. Yet, this was the sole wish Agatha determinedly refused to fulfill, she would never be friends with Regulus Black. Fast pace, slow burn. Marauders era 6-7th year Regulus Black x O/C TW: rough language, smut, substance abuse, mental health problems

Luna Lupin came from a tumultous childhood filled with secrecy and a family haunted by the stigmatised illness of lycanthropy, thrown into a society that views her older brother, Remus, with suspcion and fear. She's used to being seen as a second option and afterthought. However, when the one person that she fancied, Sirius Black, breaks off the secret arrangement he had with her, Luna decides she's done with it. So it's through a plot of revenge that she finally approaches her Astronomy tutor, Regulus Black, for a fake relationship. Regulus Black, the one who had been born the spare, had been suddenly been thrown into the spotlight when his brother Sirius ran away, leaving him to learn to be the Heir of the House alone. Keen to find a way to hurt his brother, he accepts the most ludicrous plot. But if he is to do it, he's to do it right. Regulus and Luna find themselves swimming in deeper waters than they expected, esnared in a web of lies, secrets and painful truths, but they are not to let go of one another. WARNING: This story may be uncomfortable for some readers, for it includes themes such as DOMESTIC ABUSE, CHILD ABUSE and (although in lighter tones) EATING DISORDERS, amongst other heavy subjects that might be triggering. Please, be advised going in.

After an unexpected ceiling collapse sends her apartment into chaos, Madelaine Grayson ends up living with her brother - and dangerously close to his tattooed, way-too-charming roommate. He's off-limits... but resisting him might be impossible. *** When Madelaine Grayson's bathroom ceiling caves in, it's not just drywall that crumbles. It's her entire world. Forced to move in with her brother, she finds herself swept up in the chaos of his new protective attitude - especially when it comes to his tattooed roommate, Noah Laurier. Noah is the epitome of perfection: sweet, hot, and embedded into every thought Madelaine has. But he's forbidden, and the closer she gets, the harder he is to resist. Well... what her brother doesn't know can't hurt him, right? *** "Matt's sister, I presume?" He walks towards the couch and my eyes widen. He's tall. I thought I was tall but this man could tower me, and when he reaches a hand towards me, there's an intricate clock tattooed on the back of his hand and his fingers have bones tattooed over them. This man is not human. He's tall and angular and dripping with sex appeal. This man is hot. Capital H, capital O, capital T. I don't think I've ever seen a human being so attractive. All I can think about as I force myself to keep my eyes on the screen is the feel of his jaw beneath my hand, and it takes everything in me not to look back at him.