Smut... All credit goes to J.K. Rowling for some of the characters and scenes that have occurred in my FF. All credit goes to Yasmin, for the idea of the character Mattheo. All credit goes to Naomi for the character Lorenzo. In the process of being edited. Started; 1/1/21 Ended; 6/5/21

Sex, Alcohol and Drugs. What more can you except from a group of 6th years? Except. What happens when they realise what the real world is really like? What love is like. "I love you El, endlessly" He whispered. "Endlessly?" I laugh quietly. "Endlessly darling". Lorenzo Berkshire spin off of Filthy by babynaomi Did you read Filthy and wish that Lucille ended up with Lorenzo? Me too. This story in written with from another perspective so this story may appear very similar, specifically in the beginning chapters. Read to understand. Highest Rankings #1 Lorenzo Berkshire #1 Filthy #4 Malfoy Mature content warning.

"Don't worry love, you and I are timeless." *Disclaimer* Lorenzo Berkshire is owned by the beautiful and talented Naomi Wilder @-babynaomi ! ASLO READ FILTHY BY HER FIRST OR YOU WILL NOT UNDERSTAND A LOT THAT HAPPENS IN THE STORY! Best Ranks: #1 in Filthy #1 in LorenzoBerksire #1 in Louis Partridge #1 in Malfoy #1 in EnzoBerkshire

Toxic Draco. Dumb Lucille. The book with a messy plot full of smut. You might fall in love with Lorenzo Berkshire. Oh, and I wrote this in under a month, so enjoy that *rushed* and *minimal effort* taste. + A book that takes unexpected turns of events. + More than just your regular mature fanfiction. {Half-Blood Prince | Deathly Hallows | Post-War} [Mature Content; Viewer Discretion is Advised; This book is semi-slow burn but once the mature content appears, it's very frequent.| Highest Rankings #1 draco #1 malfoy #1 mature #3 dracomalfoy #7 in fanfiction #9 in louispartridge started: september 30th, 2020 ended: october 23rd, 2020

Hermione felt the pounding in her ears again. She would see him for the first time since the Great Hall, gaunt and stricken at the Slytherin table with his mother clutching his arm. She hadn't meant to look for him. Not in the corridors, not beneath the white sheets of the fallen, not on the way to the Chamber of Secrets with Ron, but she was a stupid girl.

**Inspired by OUTLANDER - Daily releases starting 4/09 -- 480+ pages complete** Following the events of ACOSF, the Valkyrie must answer for their victory in the Blood Rite and face trial before the Illyrian Tribunal in Windhaven. Corporal punishment is certain, but there is one way around it for Gwyneth Berdara: Marriage. "As Gwyneth Berdara's husband, I invoke the right to accept whatever punishment is determined on her behalf." Slowly, the three Magistrates' heads swiveled to Gwyn. The priestess swallowed hard. "Miss Berdara," Crispin said, "You can confirm that you are the wife of Spymaster Azriel?" She did not hesitate. "Yes." Celio's brows furrowed, while Crispin exhaled heavily. "Thank you, for confirming, Miss Berdara," Fabius said, his voice slick with mock amiability. "Please note that we reserve the right to call your union into question if we find justification." He shifted his attention to Azriel. "Sustained, Spymaster Azriel." A special thanks to Avery (@freckles_and_fiction on tiktok), Sarah (@rosebudmode on tiktok) and Taylor (@taylorsbooktoks on tiktok) for beta-ing this fic.

550 pages complete - daily updates coming 7/18 The insinuation didn't make her mad. It didn't comfort her. But it did strike a chord. "My instincts are the only reason I'm alive. They're why those children in Sangravah survived." Azriel descended to the grounds of the river house. "Then perhaps you should listen to them." He set her down gently and the moment she opened her mouth to retort, he cut her off. "I told you I would wait. I meant it." His words rendered her dumbfounded. They were the words of a male devoted. A male who knew her far longer than Azriel had. But she didn't reject them, because her tears over his broken body had been the tears of a female who had lost a part of their soul. A female bound to him. "Shall we?" said Azriel, gesturing up at the river house. And Gwyn nodded, for she knew no words. *cover by lowkeystruggling*