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

Nine-year-old Addison has known only darkness - locked away in a basement, her world has been one of silence, fear, and isolation. But when Addison moves in with the Harrington brothers - the family she never knew she had - she faces the daunting task of learning to trust, speak, and heal. Surrounded by love but haunted by her past, will Addison find the light she's been searching for - or will the shadows of her trauma keep her trapped?

Life doesn't abide by the rules of a child. Sixteen-year-old Ramona knows this. She's seen it throughout her entire life, from the way she was treated by her birth parents to the way she was thrown around the foster system with nothing but her little brother, Mason, to hold onto. Every bruised cheek and broken bone has slowly shattered Ramona's trust in the system and any foster parent she's ever met. In the end, it's only Mason she can trust. Her life is dedicated to making his better, and focused solely on sheltering him from the pain of feeling as lonely as she is. That is, until Ramona gets news one day that may just uproot everything she's ever believed about her and Mason's situation. Everything is about change for Mason, all because of a man named Owen Parker. He wants to take the only thing that Ramona has ever truly loved. He wants to adopt her brother, and there is nothing she can do to stop him. Though after years of running and years of pain, Ramona knows just how badly Mason needs a home. It's a breath of fresh air for him, a family filled with love, and everything that Mason has never had. But then, what about Ramona? She's brotherless, parentless, and alone in a city that has never cared about her. She has to find a way to cope, and she has to find a way to forgive the man who took her little boy from her. But she can't cope, she can't forgive, and she can only bend so many times before she breaks. - - Warning: This story deals with mature content that may be difficult for some to read, such as self-harm, suicide, drug use, abuse, depression, anxiety, and sexual harassment. - - Highest Ranks: |#1| - adopted |#1| - fosterkid |#1| - fostercare |#1| - foster |#1| - suicideawareness |#1| - recovery |#1| - comingofage |#1| - mentalillness |#1| - strength |#2| - adoption

She slowly starting walking again and the car slowly drove next to her. "How about I give you a ride? I'll take you home." 'Not good. Not good.' Mai thought giving a shake of her head. This is what every grownup warns you about. Never take a ride from a stranger. "No thanks." Mai said and the man in the car frowned. "I insist." He said and Mai Heard the car door pop open as the vehicle came to a complete stop. Mai screamed and turned to run but the man grabbed her arm before she could. The smell of cigarettes clouded her sensitive senses before a cloth was placed over her mouth and nose. "Good night." ........... Trigger warnings: Kidnapping Violance Gore Death Swearing Brief mentions of rape Bad misspelling and grammar I don't own anything but my OC's and the plot.

𝕊𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕤: 𝔸 𝕡𝕙𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕟 𝕣𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕣𝕜𝕤. "You should still come over...but leave your tools. I'm not a good neighbor if you only come over to my house for work", he suddenly suggested. You would've been shocked except you'd been caught off guard so many times today that you started to feel immune to it. The lack of shock made it easier to feel the warmth that flooded into you when he voiced his idea. "That sounds great. Should I...change?", you meekly asked, certain he understood what you were referring to. The purple-haired man shrugged as he asked, "What's the point? I already saw it. It's only a big deal if we make it into one." You smiled at his philosophy. "Lead the way, Toshi", you tried out the nickname you came up with while Hitoshi was away. The man raised an eyebrow at you but you spotted a forming smile before he turned and unlocked the apartment.