TW: SELF-HARM This is a BXBXBXB story. Don't like, don't read. "Be careful, Fayez, not to touch anything or anyone. Keep your gloves on at all times, my sweet prince, or who knows what might happen". Fayez is the last-born child of one of the strongest family of vampires that ever existed. According to most, he should have led an easy life, for money was never a problem and he had many servants more than willing to fulfill his wishes. Fayez had everything to be happy, except for the fact that he was a burden to his own parents. See, there was something terribly wrong with his hands: everything he touched became rotten, so he had to keep his gloves on at all times. He was a leathal weapon, one that had to be kept a secret, so that other people wouldn't try to use his curse for their own benefit. When Fayez turned 21, his parents decided that their son could not be kept secluded in their castle any longer, and that it was more than time for him to face the outside world. They sent him to the prestigious ISB - Institute for Supernatural Beings, where every supernatural creature from age 20 to age 30 is given a special training to enhance his natural capabilities. How will the priviledged Fayez, who only ever knew the faces of his family and servants, survive in a place where most of the residents have experienced violence and cruelty from a very young age, and are street smart? More importantly, can this haughty, strong yet inexperienced, touch-depraved young man learn how to love and be loved in return, or is he far too gone already?

They couldn't be more different. Ridley is a knight in shining white armor, so perfect in every way that it makes people hardly able to stand him. Prince Vandel on the other hand (aka the evil demon prince of darkness) is the sworn enemy of the kingdom, obsessed with gaining power and wearing beautiful clothes. The two young men are right out of a fairytale, practically made to be archenemies...but what if they ended up falling in love instead?

yamaguchi has been taking a lot of late-night walks lately, but his nights have been recently erupted by a loud group of bikers. over the next few weeks, he grows considerably closer with one of the bikers, and their story only blossoms from there. completed 4/25/20. lowercase intended. cover art credit: ridzakun on instagram and tumblr. haikyuu and all of its characters respectfully belong to haruichi furudate.

In the Wizarding World where the Malfoys and plenty of other witches and wizards reside in, there were endless possibilities and surprises that could just surface out of nowhere because of magic. Like the existence of vampires. So little were known about and of vampires because they were beginning to disappear, almost extinct... until Draco Malfoy. Malfoys weren't known to bite...but Draco will probably beg to differ. This wasn't what he had expected at all. He hadn't expect to crave for a certain someone's blood, least of all...his rival's. And that rival is no other than Harry Potter himself.

Everyone is born with a soulmate mark, placed somewhere random on your body. Some easy to cover, some hard. Some soulmate marks are pairs, both having a beautiful tattoo, matching perfectly. Some soulmate marks are matches, like pencil and paper, sun and moon.At first contact of skin to skin, the marks with burn, and fill with colour. Poly bonds weren't common, but they aren't rare. It used to be common, about a 50% chance, but most poly bonds didn't work, ending up in one of the soulmates rejected, and alone, mark slowly becoming dark. Everyone is born with a soulmate mark, but 1% of people didn't have a soulmate. Tobio thought he was that 1%. DISCONTINUED (But if read until chapter 32 can be considered a completed open-ended book) (Also on Ao3, cover art and story by me) Highest rank: 1# - soulmate 1# - iwaizumihajime 1# - oikage 1# - tobio 1# - iwaoikage 2# - soulmateau 2# - hinatashoyo 3# - kageyama

Dean Thomas never expected to be anything special. He never was. The oldest, a football fanatic, the only child from his mum's first relationship. But he was special, he was a wizard. When he arrived at Hogwarts, he immediately was attracted to a young boy prone to setting things on fire. Dean was entranced by the flames, and he wished to draw them. But soon, his drawings lean from the fire to the boy creating it.

(on break due to school) Soon to be 15-year old Veela, Harry Potter (Aka The Chosen One), has dreamed of many things. Freedom from his abusive "family". A way to shut out the endless insults and self-doubt. Release from the constant responsibility that came with being the Chosen One. And of course, he's dreamed of finding the love he'd been deprived of his whole life; ya know, just like any normal person who's loved ones kept dying on them. Someone to throw him a lifesaver and save him from the dark sea of his ever-worsening pain. But never in his wildest dreams, could Harry have imagined that that someone would be him. A certain, blonde-haired, arrogant, pureblooded, boy, to be exact. And Draco most certainly didn't imagine to feel the same way either. ( this my first actual fanfiction so please be nice) I do not own characters or the cover art I was inspired by some fanfiction I found on FanFiction.net (I forgot the name) and a bit of The Rise of the Drakens (really, really good FanFic) I update when I want...

After quitting the Auror department at the ripe old age of twenty two, Harry Potter finds a nice, uneventful job in an apothecary. At least, it's uneventful until his old rival Draco Malfoy comes into the shop. They strike up an unlikely friendship, which evolves into an increasingly convoluted scheme, which then snowballs spectacularly out of control into a tangle of lies and blurred lines. They'd agreed to a fake relationship ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ̶ in Harry's case, to get the wizarding world to take him off his 'perfect saviour' pedestal, and in Draco's case, just to be given a chance in wizarding society at all ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ̶ but neither of them expected just how difficult that might really turn out to be. Especially when the stakes grow ever higher, and they both start falling for each other. Just a little bit. ______________________________________________ •Written March 2017 ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ̶ May 2020• [Complete, 52k words] The first 5 chapters were beta'd back in early 2018 by @ItsATwix, @SimonTheVampir, & @drarryislifeforme; the first 7 in autumn 2019 by my friend @CoraWritesThings. Thank you all for the feedback! ______________________________________________ ______________________________________________ Title & original inspiration from '18' by Anarbor. (Photo featured on cover by Vasilisa A./Hoang Thien Nga [user: @lisaeeva] via Instagram; 'Le Pain Quotidien'. Link to original post in first chapter. All edits Mine.)

Harry has amnesia. He doesn't remember his friends, his family, or the significant other he swears he has... Warning: Homophobia and violence and shit y'all already know it's a Georgia Dawson book what did you expect

Art credit for cover: @MariaHideki https://www.deviantart.com/maria-hideki A Potions accident gone wrong leaves Harry and Draco holding hands for a month. The two enemies are forced to share a room, sit at tables together, and share classes. Tensions rise, but will the two prevail? And can they become more than just enemies? Polish translation by @MissTranslation2019 Spanish translation by @sunflower_milk Chinese translation by @Hanna-liu on LOFTER Burmese translation by @Yamonesue1994 Italian translation by @lady_malfoy07 Persian translation by @TaraPotterHead Portuguese translation by @Katheriny-San072