Love is a quiet emotion that in time becomes part of the oxygen you need to breathe, and so though you may feel not sure that it's there, any form of removal and the emotions begin to choke. A collection of my ideas for scenarios with Ydris that could not be put in my fanfiction series. Fluff, Angst, Smut and all that can cross your mind.

Trying to save the world is exhausting when you're not sure who wants to end it. Months after the incident, the situation settled down to what it once used to be. Y/N's thoughts of Ydris have flown away as they moved on, Jorvik shone as if lightning had blossomed into the most steady of comforting glows. Soon after Alex's passing, they met their new acquaintance, who was chosen to protect the world alongside them. The sisterhood being whole at last was a chance to raise them all higher, a chance to bring out different elements of themselves. Y/N and Ydris met again, but not in the circumstances they both would hope for. And then, suddenly, the world went quiet. !𝙎𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙡 𝙩𝙤 𝙁𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝘿𝙤𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙙!

The past cannot be changed, forgotten or erased. It can only be accepted. And so does love. An unknown force of magic has arisen near the Circus of Dreams. Y/N, being sent as a spy, disobeyed the orders given to them and fell for the ringmaster. But what if this stranger can't be trusted? Or what if this is all far bigger than what has been told? Maybe a love that is 'meant to be' just wasn't meant for you after all. Your world will soon fall apart and there's nothing to stop it.

☆.｡.:*What if the cute girl you met at the party wasn't a girl at all?

"The Hacker and the Mob Boss" ❦ Reyna Fields seems to be an ordinary girl with her thick-framed glasses, baggy clothes, hair always up in a ponytail, and her head tucked away behind a computer screen. However, no one knows she's armed with a genius IQ and a heart of gold. She hacks her way into virtual systems on a search for her mother. Unfortunately for her, she has hacked into the wrong database. She hacked into the database of the notorious mob boss, Santino "Saint" Venturi. Saint is the opposite of his name. He's known for his ruthlessness. As a mob boss to a mafia, he learned to eat or be eaten. When Reyna stumbles upon his database, a plan dispersed into his mind. He's going to take her. ❦ "I don't share, angel." "He's a friend," she found herself saying. Dante was too busy staring at her to notice the fiery glare in Saint's eyes. She was mentally praying that Dante would just look away. His fingers trailed up her leg before his hand latched onto her sex. He held her there while a small gasp left her lips. "I will fuck you on this table if he doesn't stop looking at what belongs to me." ❦ HIGHEST RANKING: #5 romance - 6/26/22 Dark Romance Cover by @-simplyhan

When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.

In the months after Voldemort's death, Draco Malfoy comes to live with Harry Potter under witness protection. But Draco seems somehow different, and Harry is determined to find out why and whether it is going to mean anything different for their relationship. Meanwhile, it seems the Golden Trio might have missed Voldemort's true goal for the Deathly Hallows. Drarry Fanfiction. 56k words.

What kind of rules are cherry picked for life? Should we just accept them for how the world creates it, or change them for the better. Bria was dealt a fair hand in life. Her parents made a name for themselves in a society that doesn't offer change, and gave her a good childhood. It made it all the more horrid when she witnessed them draw their last breath. Sent to live with her uncle, the Governor of state Miseki, she didn't see a future for herself, at least not until the day of the town harvest festival. Attacked by a drunken man, and saved by a ruthless one, Bria's life changed that day. For better or for worse, maybe fate's rules play differently than the world's. Maybe good will come from the bad. Maybe Bria's life has drifted to follow destiny's blue-ridden path of flutters guiding her way.