Atlas Magianima Black. Daughter of a famous Auror and an acclaimed Serial Killer, gifted with abilities far beyond her years, but, like most good things, there came a catch, one Atlas had been paying for since the day she was born. The name Magianima and the curse that came with it being just one. Basically, a Harry Potter rewrite but from an OC's point of view. Obviously, I don't own Harry Potter, and of course, she-who-must-not-be-named is the rightful owner. I just like to sh1tpost. POA ~ DH (Many, many, chapters ahead) Cover art by me.

― "You'd look exquisite in my undoing." ― Flora Moreau spoke in soft syllables and sharp truths. A Ravenclaw with ink-stained hands, she sketched the world as she saw it - not as it wished to be seen. Daughter of an ancient French bloodline, she had walked Hogwarts' halls for years, quiet as moonlight, untouchable as frost. Draco Malfoy loathed her. Her composure, her defiance, her refusal to give him the satisfaction of a single flinch. He provoked; she dismissed. He sneered; she smiled. And yet, she was in his mind - carved there like an etching he could not erase. She was everything he had been raised to hate, and everything he did not understand about himself. Their battles were fought in glances and words, in wit that cut deeper than curses, in the space between cruelty and longing - where the line between wanting her and destroying her blurred into damnation. ☽｡⋆

You didn't want to live that sorcery life despite being the most powerful one-greater than Gojo. You preferred to live a normal life, so that's what you did. It was all great until your family acquaintance, Gojo Satoru, came knocking on your door bringing Sukuna's vessel. "Hi y/n! Please hide him in your house for the time being! I'll triple the pay if you say yes" You couldn't pass up that big deal so you took it. However, you didn't realize Gojo baited you to take part of the path you refused to acknowledge. Itadori X fem!reader MIGHT contain spoilers & profanity /// Will be on quotev, fanfiction, and ao3

Somehow, a narcoleptic transmigrator is working as a stablehand in the Henituse County. That's fine, there's no way Cale would care enough about this random boy working with the horses, right? He can just stay here unnoticed, never getting involved with the story... Agh, if he knew he'd transmigrate, he would've at least read more of it first! - Trash of the Count's Family (TOTCF) / Lout of the Count's Family (LOTCF) Fanfiction. I don't own TCF/LCF, this is just fan fiction. WARNINGS: CASUAL DEPICTIONS OF SELF HARM, MURDER, AND IMPLIED/REFERENCED RAPE/NONCON* READ AT OWN RISK. *Implied/Reference Sexual Assault occurs at Chapters 11 and 20. Emphasis on 'implied' as it does not occur in text, just in dialogue and context clues.

How can you lose something you never have? When your own mother poisons you to gain pity from others, how should you feel? Why was I, the youngest, being married off? How could I care about something that was never mine? WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: Story contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

❝Peace under an illusion is not true peace.❞ - Y/n of the Sand ❝Sometimes you gotta close a door to open a window...❞ -Tyler, The Creator, NEW MAGIC WAND ⤷ Word count: [INCOMPLETE STORY]