I've always loved my world. The quiet power of good tailoring, the way a name can open a door before you even knock, the elegance of knowing exactly where you belong. I love the rituals. The stillness before a gala begins. The whispered negotiations behind a champagne glass. The way silence is not absence-but control. There's beauty in structure. Comfort in legacy. I never needed to rebel to feel alive. I had Europe, I had Yale, I had purpose stitched into every inch of me. And yet... Every now and then, there's a moment. A crack in the perfectly painted walls. A glance, a word, a face I can't explain. She was one of those moments. Familiar in a way that had nothing to do with memory. We didn't speak. Not really. But something between us shifted the air, like a thread being pulled from a fabric I thought was seamless. And suddenly, I wasn't sure if what I loved was mine- or just what I was told to love.

In the quaint town of Stars Hollow, where coffee flows as freely as conversation, lives Rory Gilmore, known for her wit, intellect, and dreams of attending Harvard. But tucked away in the pages of this story is a secret - Rory has a twin sister, Genevieve Lorelai Gilmore, whose passion lies not in journalism, but in chemistry. Navigating the bustling halls of Chilton Preparatory Academy alongside her sister, she harbors a different ambition: to pursue a career in pharmacy. While Rory immerses herself in literature and journalism, Genevieve loses herself in the world of molecules and compounds. However, her dream comes with a cost; a cost much bigger than one could think.

Vivica Taylor knew just about everything. She could look at a set of remains and learn what sports they played as a child. She could discern their last meal and when it was eaten just by looking at the contents of their stomach. She could look at a piece of bread and name the calories. But, there was one thing she could never understand. Doctor Spencer Reid. Criminal Minds x Bones Spencer Reid x Female!OC

She was never meant to exist in this time. But without her, none of them would have. In the final battle of Hogwarts, a stray curse strikes Hermione Granger's Time Turner, hurling her decades into the past-straight into the heart of the First Wizarding War. Blood-adopted by the Potters and going by the alias Lyra, she finds herself among a generation not yet broken by war: James and Lily, Sirius, Remus... and Regulus Black. As she navigates shifting alliances, manipulates Death Eater politics, and dismantles Horcruxes before they're even made, Hermione refuses to let another generation die for a war they never chose. But rewriting history comes at a cost, and the more she changes, the less room time has for her. Falling for Regulus Black was never part of the plan. Neither was becoming a myth. A story about sacrifice, second chances, and the quiet power of choosing peace. Because not every hero is remembered-some are erased to make room for the lives they saved.

"In every generation there is a Chosen One. She alone will stand against the vampires, the demons and the forces of darkness. She is the Slayer." ~ BtVS Moving to Beacon Hills was meant to be a fresh start for her, well as fresh of a start a Slayer can have. But things don't go as planned when she meets a certain teen wolf and his dorky best friend, who subsequently digs a place in her chaotic life...

"Noun. apricity (uncountable) (obsolete) The warmth of the Sun in winter." - Vivienne Astor was invisible. She had no friends, teachers barely knew she was in their class and she certainly hadn't dated anyone. Nobody knew her name, let alone that she existed. That was until she took a job at Hogsmeade and was noticed by the schools resident sunshine boy, James Potter. Then nobody could take her eyes off of her. - Female oc X James Potter - DISCLAIMER, I do not own any elements of the Wizarding World, all canon characters, plots, and ideas belong to J.K. Rowling and rightful owners. I do, however, own all original characters, plots, and dialogue! In this fic voldemort doesn't exist so neither do death eaters This fic will include topics such as: abuse, suicidal thoughts, depression, gore and possibly more. Chapters that I feel harshly go over these topics will have a trigger warning before reading. - Also I'm trying to make Dumbledore less of a dick (at least in the small scenes he's in) - #3 jamespotterxoc 06.01.23 #2 animagus 12.01.23 #1 jamespotterxoc 12.01.23 #3 marauders 17.01.23 #1 animagus 26.01.23 #2 harrypotter 31.01.23 #2 originalcharacter 06.02.23 #1 marauders 06.02.23 #2 hogwarts 15.02.23 #1 remuslupin 27.02.23 #1 hogsmeade 02.03.23 #1 padfoot 04.03.23 #1 marauders 05.03.23 #1 maraudersfanfiction 06.03.23 #1 marlenemckinnon 09.03.23 #2 apricity 10.03.23 #1 jamespotter 11.03.23 #1 originalcharacter 16.03.23 #1 1970s 17.03.23 #1 fame 15.04.23 #2 siriusblack 29.05.23 #1 apricity 29.05.23 #1 ocstory 08.06.23 #1 prongs 26.07.23

❛ I'm not falling for you. ❜ ❛ Good, because I'm already falling apart. ❜ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐆𝐢𝐠𝐢 𝐆𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 - 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭. © shameless us ❪grey's anatomy❫ © book one ❪2025❫

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐀 | 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯' 𝘯𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯' 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 juliet 'cherry' valentine is known for a lot of things, but mainly for the cherry flavoured lollipops she always seems to have with her. wherever she went, the sweet red sucker was always tucked between her plump lips. and god, the boys that had placed their lips upon hers had swore she tasted just like the sugary sweet she devoured every damn day. but that was the problem, juliet valentine was nothing more then a fantasy, nothing more then a pair of lips that would fit yours, and a warm body in your bed. plus, she was kat stratford's best friend, and god forbid you face the wrath of kat mother fucking stratford. and since the pair were inseparable, naturally, walter stratford brought the girl into his master plan. bianca could not date anyone, if kat and juliet didn't. he thought he had finally succeeding in keeping his daughters pure, as juliet valentine didn't date anyone, she was nothing more then the girl who was amazing in bed. but boy was he wrong, as he had not met patrick verona, a boy who was determined to get the girl all because of a simple bet... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ❛ come on, one more kiss. for me? ❜ ❛ and why should i do that, hm? ❜ ❛ just shut up and kiss me already, cherry ❜

Ambrosia Hatton knew she was shy, sitting in the corner of the library alone during many lunches. But that was how she liked it, Ambrosia had been alone for a very long time and she appreciated the solace and peace that only silence could bring her, away from the busy setting of the foster home she lived in. He was an addition to her quiet life, Edward Cullen didn't test her limits, he secretly coaxed her away from her isolation and she loved him for it... [Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction and I do not own the original content]

𝔇𝔯𝔬𝔭 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔐𝔢𝔢𝔱 𝔪𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔎𝔦𝔰𝔰 𝔪𝔢 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔨 𝔗𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔞𝔴𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔫 'ℭ𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔢 ℑ 𝔰𝔢𝔢 𝔰𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔰 𝔣𝔩𝔶, 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔢 𝔸𝕟𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕒 ℙ𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕞𝕪𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖. 𝕊𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕡 𝕠𝕗 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕒𝕥 ℍ𝕠𝕘𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕒𝕥 ℂ𝕒𝕞𝕡 ℍ𝕒𝕝𝕗-𝔹𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕. 𝕀𝕥'𝕤 𝕠𝕓𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕨𝕠 𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔽𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕒 𝕕𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕒. 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝔸𝕟𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕒 𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕓𝕠𝕥𝕙 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕤, 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕠 ℍ𝕠𝕘𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕡 𝕠𝕗 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪. {ℙ𝕁𝕆 𝕩 ℍℙ} {𝔽𝕖𝕞!ℍℙ} {ℍ𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕤 𝕩 𝕆ℂ} Can