Las mentiras envenenaron los corazones de aquellas dos personas malditas. Lu va en su 4to año en Hogwarts. Parecía que su vida iba normal, claro, su hermano era el mismísimo Harry Potter y por ende a ello siempre algo ocurría. Pero al parecer este año no será como todos, el hijo del enemigo número uno de su hermano pondrá su mundo dado vuelta.

༅☾ 𝙋𝙐𝙍𝙋𝙇𝙀 𝙇𝘼𝘾𝙀 𝘽𝙍𝘼٭༄ ━━━━━━ 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘰𝘺𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘛𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯 She was a parent before she was a teenager. She didn't know how to be anything other, she didn't know how to rely on some one else. Until she met 𝘩𝘪𝘮. ☆ fem!oc x Johnny Kavanagh ☆ male!oc x male!OC? ☆ Kids of Cork Series Book 1 ☆ CrownCrowley - 2025 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝/𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 : 3/4/25- ??? 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞

Because every girl needs their own prince charming, but some girls need their own birmingham gangster. •BOOK ONE COMPLETED• •SEASON ONE- SEASON TWO PEAKY BLINDERS• •Thomas Shelby x female oc• •started 25:06:2020:: finished 10:09:2020• •#1 in #peakyblinders 6:8:2020• •BOOK TWO FINISHED• •UNDER EDITING• I wrote this when I was like 13, it's messy :)

---------------------------- Adara no necesita que suene el despertador: vive en tensión, entrenando hasta que el dolor se vuelve parte de ella. Dura, perfeccionista, capitana casi sin querer, se exige tanto que a veces se rompe por dentro. Pero incluso la chica más fría necesita a alguien que la sostenga, y Roque, con sus bromas y miradas cómplices, se convierte en ese respiro que no pensaba permitirse. En el CAR nadie entrena solo; todos esconden cicatrices, sueños y miedos que pueden hundirles... o hacerles volar más alto que nunca. ----------------------------

Jess has moved on and Rory learns to as well, finding herself a more permenant feature in Jess' new life. LiteratiFriendship.

-𝘼 𝘽𝙤𝙮𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙏𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣 𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙘 Cargar con la responsabilidad de una familia rota no es fácil para 𝐂𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐋𝐲𝐧𝐜𝐡, pero es su realidad. Ella lleva todo ese peso sobre su hombros para proteger a sus hermanos. Hasta que aparece él. 𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐆𝐢𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐧 también lleva sus propias heridas ocultas bajo una máscara de humor y sarcasmo, como escudo para fingir que todo está bien cuando en realidad está roto. Dos personas rotas que al encontrase solo hay 𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐨. A pesar del odio que se tienen hay algo en el otro que les atrae sin poder evitarlo. -Esta historia contiene lenguaje inapropiado, algunos momentos perturbadores, contenido sexual explícito, violencia gráfica y etc...

reck. to mind or care about (someone) number 8. symbolizes abundance, balance, and new beginnings - represent infinity, resurrection, and eternity ‧₊˚ ༘ ┄┄┈┄┈┄┈ tommen diaries¹ boys of tommen second generation ‧₊˚ ༘ ┄┄┈┄┈┄┈ AJ LYNCH meets the new girl at tommen. as persistent the boy is, he's drawn to her and wants nothing more then to make her see him too. however, when discovering her past and the inter connection between their families, he's unaware how to navigate the complex of love, forgiveness, and intertwined history ‧₊˚ ༘ ┄┄┈┄┈┄┈ "i've never had a home...until I met him." aj lynch x fem!oc ‧₊˚ ༘ ┄┄┈┄┈┄┈ © luvsjadelyn , 2025

𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 ❝In which Ginny's 'perfect' twin sister catches the eye of the boy she likes.❞ *SLOW UPDATES* Ginny & Georgia Fanfic Marcus Baker x Fem!OC TW: Mentions of abuse, mental illness, self harm, etc. Published: March 19th 2023 Ended: ???

Joey bloody Lynch. The local junkie of Elk Terrace and, lucky me, my next-door neighbour. When I first moved here, I'll admit, I was curious. I mean, he's got that whole brooding, strung-out thing going on. I used to wonder, what's his deal? Who is he, really? What's the story behind the lanky lad who looks like he hasn't eaten in three days and acts like the world owes him something? Well, spoiler alert: he's a walking disaster. Personality-wise, he's an absolute car crash. Rude. Arrogant. Moody as sin. Honestly, one year. That's what Auntie Lisa promised. And then I can go. Back to London. Back to people who actually know how to hold a conversation without twitching every five seconds. But here I am, stuck in some grim corner of Ireland with Joey Lynch keeping me awake every bloody night. He's in my head like a bad pop song. And maybe that's what hate does. It doesn't burn hot-it festers. Keeps you up. Gnaws at you. And yet, for some infuriating reason, I can't look away. *** Olivia bleedin' Smith. Lives right next door, and thinks she's queen of the estate. Walks around like she's got a crown on her head and diamonds in her shoes. You'd take one look at her and think, "Ah, she's sweet. Bit posh. Keeps her head down." But nah. That girl's got fire in her belly and a tongue like a feckin' dagger. She's the type that'll look you dead in the eye, tell you exactly what she thinks of you, and not even flinch. And trust me, she's told me plenty. Thinks she's above it all - above me. Gives me this look sometimes, like I'm some grubby stain on her fancy trainers. All sharp jawlines and pouty lips, always flicking her hair like she's in some perfume ad. She's insufferable. Stubborn as hell. Always has to have the last word. And yet... there's something about her. Something I can't shake. She's like nicotine. One glare from her and I'm hooked. Can't decide if I want to scream at her or kiss her just to shut her up.