"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

Blair Reaper, the famous young heiress of the Reaper family, became a new student at Hogwarts after transferring from Mahoutokoro School of Magic. The summer before starting Year 3 at Hogwarts, Blair embarks on a journey of discovering her past, motivated by a recurring dream that has haunted her for more than a decade. But dark magic lurks within her blood which she has failed to outgrow- Roscuro. As Blair works to uncover her family's secrets while dodging their schemes to control her, she quickly befriends the young socialites of the pureblood elites, becoming a part of Draco Malfoy's gang- her academic rival and the person to join in on her darkness.

"Know thy enemy." "Stop being so dramatic." In which Freya Grey crosses paths with Sirius Black and they both immediately wish they hadn't. Ambitious, driven, cunning, and slightly socially inept, Freya Grey aims to become one of the elite members of the wizarding world. Rebellious, hedonistic Sirius Black is the antithesis of high society and strives to be exactly that. When the two cross paths, they are forced to confront each other, battling each other's wits and ideologies along the way as adolescence and the ongoing war threaten to upend their entire world. [sirius black x oc]

Voldemort intended the object to be used by his most loyal follower in the event that his horcruxes were destroyed, but it ended up in Hermione's possession instead. She knows she has to kill him. Steal his horcruxes. Destroy him. But Tom Riddle isn't who she thought he was. Hermione discovers it's a dark descent into the madness of the man she should hate, but can't. When she realizes Tom Riddle's soul is half of her own, she knows she can't destroy him. To kill him would be to destroy herself. There simply has to be another way.

Love had dictated Medea's life ever since she was born. It was the reason her mother had died, and the very feeling she had learned to despise. Yet, no matter how much she tried to escape it, its shadow followed her wherever she went, hiding behind every decision she took. In every promise, every betrayal, and every path she believed she had chosen for herself. For years, Medea had been content to observe from the sidelines. But as the Wizarding World stood on the brink of war and the people she cared about started choosing sides, remaining a spectator became increasingly impossible. ── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ── #1 hp (02.01.25) #1 siriusblack (19.03.25) #1 goldentrio (05.09.25) #1 narcissamalfoy (09.03.26) #1 blaisezabini (06.04.26)

･:*:･ﾟ 𝗔 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁𝘀, 𝗲𝘅𝘁𝗿𝗮 𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 "𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝗳𝘀" 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 ･:*:･ﾟ 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝙿𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 (𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢) 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝙹𝙺 𝚁𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐.

TWs: 18+, graphic violence (torture, etc.) mature language, sexual content, drug use Emotional damage may be caused, read at your own risk🤗 ••••• Katherine Black was born to rule. To command. Order and control were the rhythm she lived by, the structure she built her world upon. She knew exactly who she was, and so did everyone else. What she inspired wasn't fear, nor was it blind admiration. It was either respect, or a nasty type of jealousy. But there was always one exception. One infuriating, impossible, red-haired exception who refused to bow to her presence. Fred Weasley. So the question becomes: what happens when the Trickster falls for the untouchable Heiress? And what happens when he realises her destiny is far too great to comprehend?

» I didn't know you had a sister, Potter. «

𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘖𝘧 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘱, '𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 • • • For twenty-nine years, Amelia Johnson's goal was to be the best version of herself that she can ever be. Her desire to be the greatest at all she does traps her in something far more dangerous than she could have imagined. But within her own world and her own protective shell, a name with such gravity can shatter her heart to pieces; Michael Jackson. The uncertainty of her feelings for him makes it unbearable for one heart, perhaps too much for her. (This story is set in the year 1988 | Bad Era - Early Dangerous Era) Word count: 100,000-125,000 start: 01/03/21 end: 08/06/21

Tom Marvolo Riddle x OC There was once a boy who was feared by all. A boy with dark, fathomless eyes and a mind sharper than any blade. A boy who walked the halls of Hogwarts like a king without a crown-powerful, untouchable, unkillable. And then there was her. Catherine Valentine. The golden girl of Hufflepuff. Sweet, soft-spoken, endlessly kind. A girl who smiled like sunlight and carried warmth in her touch. A girl adored by all, yet one who had eyes only for him-the boy who was too cold to feel, too ruthless to love. For years, he had watched her from the shadows. For years, he had longed for the impossible-to reach for something pure, something good, something he was never meant to have. And for years, she had watched him back. She saw what no one else did. Not the monster. Not the demon. But the boy beneath the cold exterior. And she loved him. For eternity. For forever. And forever - was exactly what he had always wanted.