Behind the roaring crowds and the squeak of sneakers on the court, a quiet lens watches from the shadows. She wasn't supposed to be part of their world, yet she captures the raw, candid fleeting moments the cameras on the bright sidelines always miss. To the powerhouse teams, she is nothing more than an anonymous legend-a ghost behind a camera who leaves behind fragments of their own dedication.

"don't you have something more fun to do?" yn asked. "what's more fun than studying on friday night?" that wasn't even a lie. [...] "woah, you are way more lame than people give you credit for," she chuckled. "yeah, all of this makes people think that i'm cooler," kuroo laughed, moving his hand in front of him to show off himself. yn looked down and up, her gaze following his hand. [...] "what am i exactly looking at?" ⋆｡𖦹°‧★˚🌸⋆⁺🏐˚⋆｡˚★ kuroo x f!reader, she/her pronouns, can be read as oc story, sweet teenage romance, volleyball player x oldest sister start: 07/04/2024 end: 10/05/2024 i do not own any haikyuu characters.

➶ ੭୧ . 　⁺ . - in which, y/n texts a random number about panties, expecting it to be her sister but it ended up being a famous volleyball player. half chatfic, half textfic.

The first day at a new school was supposed to be nerve-wracking, but I had my priorities straight: stay low-key, avoid unnecessary drama, and, most importantly, keep my new white blouse stain-free for at least a day. Apparently, the universe had other plans. Because instead of smoothly blending in, I found myself standing in the middle of the bustling cafeteria, drenched in lukewarm coffee, with a six-foot-tall rooster-haired volleyball jock staring down at me like I was some kind of rare species. That's how I met Tetsurou Kuroo.

Callista Black never fit. She carved space for herself anyway, unbothered by the symmetry she ruined. She didn't care who loved her, or who didn't. She loved them all anyway. Loudly. Shamelessly. Confidently. She's the kind of person you would want gone and miss the loudest when they aren't around. Not quite a ball of sunshine. But undeniably a stubborn, aggressively affectionate, moody, and catastrophically clumsy form of entertainment. Callista Black: Daughter of Regulus Black. Tongue of Sirius Black. And a heart that, unfortunately, doesn't know when to stay out of trouble. Including a certain dragon tamer. *cough* Charlie you handsome man *cough* Life was fine, normal even, if you were merciful. Until Sirius Black broke out of prison. Everyone thought it was vengeance. Callista wondered if it was loneliness. The one where Sirius Black meets his niece. "Two Broken Misfits, broken just enough to fit right." [Charlie Weasley × Hufflepuff OC] Because - Dragons, muscles, questionable decisions and whatnot. *Slowburn, btw. Friends to Lovers because apparently I enjoy suffering. _______ The Harry Potter universe belongs to J. K. Rowling. Callista Black is mine. This story is written for fun, so you might as well enjoy it. _______ 1st May, 2026: somehow hit #1 in a few tags (remuslupin, charlieweasley, billweasley?? yeah I don't get it either)

"Hitoshi you can't just put your little sister in the sink whenever she bothers you!" Shota yelled trying to calm the child he was carrying. "Why not? it worked" He smirked "Zashi, say something!" "Uh...um..Nose goes?" "You know what? I'm done. Toshi, walk yourself to school tomorrow. Zashi sleep on the couch tonight" _________________________________________ Shouta always thought he had the parenting thing handled, he was a teacher of course so that would be easy. But what happens when he adopts a 3 year old? He's never actually raised a toddler before.

"𝙌𝙐𝙄𝙏 𝙇𝙊𝙊𝙆𝙄𝙉' 𝙊𝙑𝙀𝙍 𝙈𝙔 𝙎𝙃𝙊𝙐𝙇𝘿𝙀𝙍!" ---- At U.A. High, secrets don't last long. So when Katsuki Bakugo's phone lights up with a message from a contact named "Homebody <3," the class explodes with questions. Who is she? How long has this been going on? And how did Bakugo-loud, volatile, impossible Bakugo-manage to hide a girlfriend from everyone? As rumors spiral and an unofficial investigation takes over the dorms, the truth remains quietly out of reach. Because Bakugo and (Y/N) aren't hiding anything. They're just... private. They've been together since middle school, loving each other through quiet gestures instead of grand displays-shared snacks, exchanged notes, a hand resting over clenched fists. While the class searches for drama, they miss the steady, unshakable bond right in front of them.

• • • Grace Colten begins her sixth year at Hogwarts just like the five before; determined to do everything to ensure the best grades and a better future. Outstanding at her papers, prefect, and prodigy chaser of the Ravenclaw quidditch team. She does not lose sight of her goal; play professionally for the Holyhead Harpies. Because it is probably her only chance to escape her abusive home. Fred Weasley was doing fine with the old chivalry against her until his six years at Hogwarts. The popular Gryffindor beater will try everything to see beyond the stuck-up, rigid and heartless Ravenclaw prefect image Grace Colten always portrays. Because he hates being pushed away. • • • #1 in georgeweasley #1 in quidditch #1 in fredweasley #1 in potter #1 in harrypotter #1 in Weasley #1 in viktorkrum #1 in Oliverwood #3 in enemiestolover

Elara has spent her entire life hiding in the quiet spaces between shadows. When she and her brother Caleb are sent to live with half-siblings they barely know, they must relearn what family truly means. Together, they find strength in silence, healing in unspoken bonds, and hope in the softest colours of quiet.

"No-please-don't do this!" Seraphina sobbed, her voice cracking as she clung to her eldest brother's wrist. "I-I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say, just don't-" A sharp crack echoed through the room as his palm struck her cheek, sending her crashing to the marble floor. Pain exploded across her skin, but it was nothing compared to the terror clawing at her chest. From above, his voice was cold. Unmoved. "You will marry him." She shook her head wildly, crawling backward until her spine hit the wall. "He's a monster," she whispered, her breath shuddering. "He's not human. Please, don't make me do this. I'll die." Her second brother crouched in front of her, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. His lips curled, eyes void of warmth. "Then die." Her breath hitched. "But you will die as his wife." The door behind them creaked open. Heavy footsteps. Her father stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Lock her in this room," he ordered. "She will not step out until her wedding day." Sera thrashed as hands seized her, dragging her toward the massive iron doors. "No! Please-Father, please!" But he didn't even look at her. The last thing she saw before the door slammed shut was her brothers standing side by side, indifferent as she was thrown into a fate worse than death. Then darkness. And the only thing left was the suffocating truth. She was a sacrifice. A bride to the Sinister, a devil himself. #A STANDALONE BOOK