*•.~(Harry Potter x Fem! Reader) *** "It is," Hermione confirmed. "I heard we're going to a cabin site," "Everyone?" Harry asked, frowning curiously. "Only the sixth and seventh years," Y/N responded. "They've never done this before!" "I know," Ron said, chewing thoughtfully. "Oi- should we throw a party?" "Party?" Hermione asked, raising her eyebrows. "Yeah," Ron shrugged and he leaned in closer. "I heard every other house is. We should do one! I bet it'd be better than everyone else's." "We should!" Y/N said excitedly. "We should tell everyone on the ride there," "Agreed," Ron said, grinning. The pair high-fived each other as Hermione shook her head. "This is going to be fun." *** Two best friends, two hearts, their both stolen... The last thing on the famous Harry Potter's mind was to find love, besides- he's never heard of it or felt it. All he wanted was to get rid of the Dursley's and go to Hogwarts when he found out he was a wizard. It wasn't until then when he found her... Y/N 'L/N' Their story begins on the Hogwarts Express, after Harry gets frightened by a few twin boys with red flaming hair and enters Y/N's compartment where she's sitting alone except for her owl. The two kids immediately hit it off and create a special bond, growing older that bond blooms into something special, love... Now, Y/N has the choice of whether or not to remain friends... to be what he needs most or find out more about the gap holes and secrets in her family history. *•ᴛʜɪs sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴs... -Cursing/swearing -Fictional Violence -Book/Movie based storylines -Fluff (no smut) *I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER* *SLOW UPDATES!* (I try my best!!)

I ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴏʀ ʙᴀᴅ ɪᴍ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ. ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅ "ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ" ᴡᴀꜱ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ Iᑎ ᗯᕼIᑕᕼ ꜱᴛᴀʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴜᴅᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ, ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴇx-ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴇꜱ ʜᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜɪᴍ ʜᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ? ᎧᏒ ꜱᴛᴀʀ ʜᴀꜱ ꜱᴡᴏʀɴ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴇᴛ ᴊᴜᴅᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇꜱᴘᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ʙʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇʀ. ꜱʜᴇ ʙᴇɢɪɴꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀ ɪꜰ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟᴇᴛ ʜɪᴍ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ɪɴ.

In which Christiano Ronaldo's daughter falls in love with Jude Bellingham

At Paradis University, power is inherited. Behind wrought iron gates and ivy draped stone, the children of senators, CEOs, and old money dynasties sharpen their smiles like weapons. The football team reigns like modern day titans. Social groups function as kingdoms. Every party is a battlefield disguised in silk and champagne. Y/N was born into it. Heir to generational wealth. Daughter of a family whose name opens doors before she even knocks. Raised in rooms where influence is currency and weakness is fatal. She knows how to play the game. She just didn't expect to want something real. Reiner Braun is everything Paradis rewards. The golden boy, commanding, and adored. Being with him feels effortless. Safe. Like stepping into a future already approved by everyone watching. Jean Kirstein is not. He stands at the edge of rooms, observing. Calculating. Unmoved by reputation. He doesn't bow to legacy - not hers, not anyone's. And that makes him dangerous. What begins as a careless kiss during a spin-the-bottle game spirals into something neither of them can control. Stolen moments become heated confrontations. Jealous glances turn into quiet wars. Desire becomes something sharper. Something territorial. At Paradis, nothing stays private. Every hallway whispers. Every party remembers. And when love collides with pride, legacy, and loyalty, the fallout is never small. Anonymous campus accounts track every hookup, every fight, every fall from grace. Paparazzi linger outside charity galas and away games, waiting for a scandal worth selling. One photo can crown you. One rumor can ruin you. The walls have eyes. Because behind the walls of Paradis University, even heirs can burn. And when desire turns into devotion The rumbling is inevitable.

- 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐤 Various x 𝐅! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 - ＰＬＥＡＳＥ ＲＥＡＤ！ '(𝗬/𝗻) 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗻 𝗔𝗱𝘃𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗱 player in a girl's national team and is the most loved member, on the field she tends to be Aggressive and Selfish yet she is very smart-minded and has great spacial awareness earning her the Nickname 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐎 and 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓, also making her the best player, so what made Ego want her in Blue Lock? '𝗪𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗶𝗹𝗱 she always has this look in her eyes filled with...Greed and Passion yet the eyes of A Monster, A psychopath, A replica of E̷͍͎̳͚͒͆͑̍́͗̕R̷̛̙̦̭̰͍͖͇͜͠ͅŖ̷͎̼̣̼͍̖̱͂̉̓͂̈́̔̍ͅO̸̬͈̼̅͛̋́R̴̻͈̘͍͋ right in front of him. That's what caught his attention for the girl. That is exactly what he wanted, and needed. A true 𝙈𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 ☆*:..｡. .｡.:*☆ "🆂🅷🅴 🅸🆂 🅿🅴🆁🅵🅴🅲🆃!... You will be mine soon, my dear~" "🅷🅰🆅🅴 🆈🅾🆄 🅷🅴🅰🆁🅳? (Y/n) is the daughter of E̷͍͎̳͚͒͆͑̍́͗̕R̷̛̙̦̭̰͍͖͇͜͠ͅŖ̷͎̼̣̼͍̖̱͂̉̓͂̈́̔̍ͅO̸̬͈̼̅͛̋́R̴̻͈̘͍͋...." "🅲🅰🅽🅲🅴🅻 🅸🆃, I want to see my girl ..." "🆃🅷🅸🆂 🅸🆂 🆆🅷🅰🆃 a True striker looks like..." "🅰 🅺🅸🅽🅶 🆆🅸🅻🅻 always needs his Queen~," "🆆🅷🅰🆃...🆆🅷🅰🆃 do you do to me?... I love it," "🅷🅾🆆 🅲🅰🅽 🆈🅾🆄 be so pretty yet strong!?" "🅷🅾🆆 🅸🆂 my E̷͍͎̳͚͒͆͑̍́͗̕R̷̛̙̦̭̰͍͖͇͜͠ͅŖ̷͎̼̣̼͍̖̱͂̉̓͂̈́̔̍ͅO̸̬͈̼̅͛̋́R̴̻͈̘͍͋ doing?..." ☆*:..｡. .｡.:*☆ 𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎: I DO NOT own Blue Lock, Read more on page 01/02

━ ❝ 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭? 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞.❞ ׂ ╰┈➤ 𝘽𝙡𝙪𝙚 𝙇𝙤𝙘𝙠 𝙑𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙓 𝙁!𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ━𝘍𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.━ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃... a girl once known as "Japan's No.0" - part prodigy, part enigma - vanished without a trace. Now she's back... and somehow stuck dealing with a bunch of chaotic, competitive strikers who either want to fight her, beat her, or... maybe 𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿? ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ➶ 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥: 02/12/2025 ➷ 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴: 𝘖𝘯𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 𝙍𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: #1bluelock - 6/16/2025 #1bluelockanime - 2/18/2025 #1bluelockvarious - 2/18/2025 #1egoism - 2/25/2025 #1femalereader - 5/24/2025 #2various - 7/22/2025 #2saeitoshi - 10/7/2025 #3bllk - 6/25/2025 #3egoist - 10/7/2025 #4reader-insert - 6/8/2025 #5bluelockfanfic - 3/02/2025 #7isagiyoichi - 3/19/2025 #10anime - 5/29/2025 #16readerxvarious - 3/02/2025 #39fanfiction - 2/23/2025

Small Heath never forgets a face - especially hers. After years away from Birmingham, she returns to the streets that once made and broke her, carrying secrets, scars, and a past she thought she had buried. But Small Heath has changed. The Shelby name now rules every corner, and at the centre of it all stands Tommy Shelby - colder, sharper, and far more dangerous than the boy she once knew. Their reunion is anything but sweet. Old feelings ignite beneath sharp words and lingering stares, pulling them into a love neither of them can control. But in a world built on power, loyalty, and bloodshed, loving Tommy Shelby comes with consequences. A Peaky Blinders fan fiction with an original storyline. The plot does not follow the events of the show. Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction created for entertainment purposes only. I do not own any of the original characters, settings, or source material referenced in this story. All rights belong to their respective creators and owners. Content Warning Please be aware that this story includes themes that may be triggering or upsetting to some readers, including abuse, violence, sexual situations, alcohol consumption, and references to sexual assault. Please read with care and prioritise your wellbeing. Trigger warnings will be placed.

Six years ago, Noah walked away from the love of her life without explanation. What Jude never knew... was that she was carrying his child. Now, years later, their worlds collide again in the most unexpected place-a football match. He's famous. She's hiding a secret. And the truth? It's been waiting six years to be told.

When Isabella has a chance to play the leading role in a new major film and Laliga's top player Jude Bellingham has to work on his reputation, the two are linked together as a PR stunt. A small problem, they can't get along with each other at all.

Heat and chemicals, music pulsing like a second heartbeat. Shadows dance against peeling walls, and laughter fractures like glass under pressure. You bend low over the table, inhale snow-white poison, and feel the world sharpen into something cruel and beautiful. Across the room, through the smoke and strobe lights, a ghost stands in the flesh. Golden boy. Top of the class. Armin fucking Arlert. Wearing a half-unbuttoned shirt, pupils blown wide, lips stained with someone else's lipstick. He's not supposed to be here. But there he is- smirking like sin, eyes locking on yours. He shouldn't be here, not in this den of ruin and ruiners. Not with his halo cracked and eyes like slow-burning matches. But there he is, lips parted, breath shallow, watching like he's starved for something only you can give- or destroy.