The Malfoys, like all old pureblood lines, never bet their legacy on a single heir. For years, Draco believed he was the only son-until two older brothers arrive at Hogwarts, cloaked in mystery, charm, and secrets. As bloodlines tangle and loyalties are tested, Slytherin gains new power players, and Hogwarts will never be the same, while Harry grows closer to exploring who Draco Malfoy truly is.

Everyone knew the Freecss twins. One was bright, fearless, impossible to stop. The other arrived ten steps ahead, bad tea in hand, already certain how it ends. Some monsters roar. Others name what things actually are - and wait for the world to catch up. The problem is what has started naming things back. Currently undergoing a full rewrite. Thank you for your patience!

Victor Voltaire and Elias Carter, two college students in 2024. Victor, a seemingly stoic man with jet black hair and silvery blue eyes and Elias, a sort of enigmatic man with soft black hair and platinum purple eyes. Two friends since 8th grade, now in the same college lecture. Where they read of the great tale of "Sherlock Holms" The story which is believed to be fake. No historical records of these so called real figures were kept. Nothing of them, not a speck. Many, no, almost everyone believed it to be fake. Yet, lo and behold, our protagonists, mysteriously winding up in the past, the year of 1879. Gets to find out that these so called fictional characters are very much real. Through the eyes of modern day men. Being able to see for themselves, the story of Sherlock Holms. Victor, who ends up as a "high class" noble, and Elias, who finds himself working with a certain government employee. Will these two, separated by a strange phenomenon meet again? And how come the story differs so dramatically from history. ⚠️Disclaimer⚠️ Victor will be the main focus. I do not understand these complex ass characters well enough to fully portray them properly. (Aka they will be ooc). My brain power is also limited so the story may have many plot holes and wack story telling. There of course will be profanity and the like. As well as death and murder. I will be mostly following the manga storyline for this. ⚠️Images used will be from pinterest. (I may use other resources to help me better with descriptions and the like).⚠️ Not everything will be cannon or fully cannon. Will have small grammatical errors. I am a newbie when it comes to story telling so bear with me. Oh and i failed geography + history so...

"ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴡʜʏ, ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛᴀᴄʜᴇ" ╰┈➤ᴬ ᴼⁿᵉ ᴾⁱᵉᶜᵉ ˣ ᴹᵃˡᵉ!ᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ᶠᵃⁿᶠⁱᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ✧.* [𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞] [𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞] 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝. 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝟑 𝐌'𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲, 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐞𝐧. 𝐀 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐝. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝. ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *ੈ✩‧₊˚ ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ "𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟔𝟗?" "𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫." ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉𝑒𝒹--𝒟𝑒𝒸𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 4, 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟤✩‧₊˚ ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐸𝓃𝒹𝑒𝒹--𝒫𝑒𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔... ✩‧₊˚ Status:On-going/HIATUS(PLEASE INFORM ME OF GRAMMAR ERRORS) Highest recorded rankings: #1 in Trash #1 in crackfic #1 in Outofcharacter #17 in One Piece #1 in One #1 in Onepiecexmalereader #2 in shanks #1 in onepiecexreader #1 in nofucksgiven #5 in flowers #1 in Grandline #5 in Gay #2 in Mihawk #1 in Law #1 in Music --- This'll probably be a book I'll go on and off of for funsies so don't get TOO attached. Rated mature for language and other topics listed in Before You Read(This book is gay so you might as well walk on home if you're not into that.) Also, any memes used aren't mine. I found them on Pinterest and all credits go t

In the glittering halls of Ouran Academy, where wealth is measured in generations and lunch costs more than most people's weekly groceries, Akihito Nakamura is surviving on spite, energy drinks, and four hours of sleep. A scholarship student from a world of convenience store shifts and carefully hidden bruises, he's mastered the art of appearing fine while quietly falling apart. Armed with impeccable manners, a secret stuffed bear named Mr. Crimson, and an impressive collection of terrible coping mechanisms, Akihito has exactly one goal: keep his head down, maintain his grades, and get through each day without anyone discovering the truth about his life outside Ouran's ivory gates. But when a certain overly-enthusiastic Host Club King decides that Akihito would make the perfect addition to their ranks, and a quiet, observant vice-president starts noticing the things Akihito desperately tries to hide, surviving Ouran becomes exponentially more complicated. Also, there are rose petals. So many rose petals.

[Damian Wayne x Male OC] Vincent was different than the other kids. And no, that wasn't a 'pick-me' mentality; he was the scientific, literary, and political OPPOSITE of his peers. He knew, his family knew it, the school knew it, and all of Gotham did when they saw the family title hitched to his first name. Outside of it all, he was a proud heir with mixed heritage and enough nerve and steel to set anyone on edge, from his classmates to the business partners his family met. There was something about Vincent that set off the human's natural survival instinct. Some people thought it was just his family's background or the quirkiness of a rich kid, but those closer to him, allies and enemies alike, knew the truth. Some said it was his elastic personality, snapping from stony to chipper in a second. However, the most commonly expressed opinion was about the eyes. Even with the boy's innate ability to mask everything about himself, he could never get the eyes right. Two intense amber irises that hid something darker. Always calculating with a frosty sheen despite the fiery shade. The sight of the boy was always unsettling. To Vincent, it was as hilarious. Yet achingly dull. That is, until Gotham Academy received a new student.

IN WHICH Bella's siphoner cousin moves into a second supernatural infested town, where he just so happens to meet his soulmate. [M!OcxKlaus Mikaelson]

After being dropped into the world of Harry Potter, Leonard awakened a plant cultivation system. Any plant he touched could be massively enhanced, even absorbing materials from Magical Creatures to gain entirely new abilities. Chomping Cabbage can't move? Only good for potion ingredients? Speed boost! Split! Shield breaker! Self-destruct! Cabbage, get in there and bite him! Venomous Tentacula doesn't reach far enough? Dragon Breath! Poison Spray! Transform into an unfeeling artillery piece. What used to be plants that were only a little dangerous became the sworn enemies of wizards once Leonard got his hands on them. Then the Second Wizarding War erupted. Voldemort led his Death Eaters in an assault on Hogwarts-only to be met by rolling hills of Chomping Cabbages and Whomping Willows sprouting legs and covered in dragon scales. The battlefield turned into an all-out Plants vs. Wizards war. Voldemort: I'm losing my damn mind.

ಇ. ❝𝗪𝗔𝗜𝗧, 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗖𝗔𝗙𝗘 𝗢𝗪𝗡𝗘𝗥 𝗜𝗦 𝗠𝗜𝗥𝗞𝗢'𝗦 𝗕𝗥𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥?!❞ ➤ 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 ⸻ a 16-year-old anxious café owner with rabbit ears, crippling anxiety, and a "no hero talk" rule somehow becomes a safe haven for pro heroes, hero students, and-wait, are those villains?-while trying very hard to just make good coffee and not have a panic attack. ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ bnha various x male﹗reader ⓘ bnha ✎ kōhei horikoshi ⓘ turn heads & [m.name] ✎ linliinie

They're creepy, they're kooky... and now they're Gotham's newest residents. When the Addams family stumbles upon a delightfully dreadful mansion built atop a graveyard-in the most dangerous city in the world-what sane person could resist? Without hesitation, they pack their bags (and coffins) and head straight for Gotham City. The reactions are as varied as the Addams themselves: Pugsley is thrilled at the thought of a brand-new playground of chaos. Wednesday remains indifferent-though the graveyard setting earns a rare nod of approval. Y/n Addams, the eldest sibling, is absolutely ecstatic, eager to embrace Gotham's gloom and start a new chapter in their macabre life. From eerie encounters to bizarre adventures, join the Addams family as they bring their unique brand of morbid charm to Gotham's already dark streets.