Draco did not like this at all...he had somehow managed to get roped...literally...in with some band of brash...idiots who decided to try and storm what seems to be some mythical landscape belonging to ancient elves. Or at least, that was what they called themselves. From what Draco could tell they seemed rather similar to Veela, but considering he was sort of at their mercy at the moment...they could call themselves whatever they wanted, he sure as hell was not going to correct them. Not with his mind not really...processing the fancy magic, and magic blades, and obvious rivalry that puts the one between Gryffindor and Slytherin to shame. Furthermore he just...isn't up to it. Now if he could just get a band of morons to stop trying to recruit him on a death mission that would be great. He had already been given one of those and...so far failed. He did not need another one.

"You've got to be kidding me," Draco muttered under his breath, staring at the door of his room, his fingers were trembling, his body shaking, and his eyes were blown wide. A hand covered his hip, as tears clung to his eyes. Voldermort wanted him to kill Albus Dumbledore, and to find a way into Hogwarts. That was not what freaked him out so much, today, however, it was what he had seen as he had been dragged to a hunting session earlier. The robes had parted just enough and Draco saw...IT. How could the Fates have been so cruel as to pair him up with such a cruel being. He knew that should Voldermort find out...Draoc shuddered, swallowing hesitantly. His father was in Azkaban, there was nothing he could do. "You're right." Draco started, staring up at the figure that seem to have just...shimmered in his room. "The fates are cruel. So how about this...I can give you one chance. However, you won't be able to return. Take it, if you wish." He had not even needed to think about it. Why not? What else did he have to love? His life? His pride? His dignity? All of those were already as good as gone anyways. "Very well." He muttered the words and found himself yelping as his body hit cobblestone.

Arthur let out a long groan of frustration as Alby left before shifting, his bandages digging into his side. "You gotta be nice Artie, You'll set a bad example." Newt rubbed his thumb over Arthur's knuckles, dusting over each individual creasing. "I'll write it down that nearly getting killed actually brings more attention to me rather than less. Try not to do it next time." The brunette grumbled as he turned his head slightly to face Newt who rolled his eyes at Arthur. "Right, because you do this daily obviously" (MAZE RUNNER) (NEWTXMALEOC) (BOOKONE) (COMPLETED)

[REWRITE COMING SOON] A story where a boy with a mysterious and complicated past falls for the boy with a limp. [ newt x male oc x teresa] *** PART I ; The Maze Three months before Thomas came, a boy name, Poe comes out of the Box with no memories and finds himself in a place called The Glade. There are around fifty boys who call themselves "the Gladers". The Glade is surrounded by the large four walls and other side of the walls is the massive maze. The Gladers try and find the way to escape the maze, and hopefully, in the end, find the answers. * PART II ; The Scorch Poe and the Gladers have escaped the maze and are rescued by an unknown group but they soon to come to realize that people who rescued them are not what they seem to be. New allies are formed and they make a journey to the mountains to find an unknown group called The Right Arm. * PART III ; The Cure Six months after the Scorch, Poe and his friends go on a rescue mission. They must break-in WCKD's base in a place called The Last City, the last and remaining city in the world. Truth will be revealed and sacrifices will be made. Poe must make those sacrifices to the end. Will he make it out alive? * STATUS; completed

"ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶦ'ᵐ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ʰᵉᵉˡˢ..." 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐎𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐉𝐮𝐩𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 Finney Blake x Male OC The Black Phone Started ; August 21st 2022 Ended ; Sept 22nd 2022 Published ; August 22nd 2022 Head Over Heels ; Tears For Fears "...ᶦ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᶠᶦⁿᵈ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵘⁿᵗᶦˡ ᶦ'ᵐ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ʰᵉᵉˡˢ"

If Percy Jackson had owned a car, the world as we know it wouldn't exist. Dean Winchester and Percy Jackson met after a very unfortunate event, but their relationship was never unfortunate. They spent a year together. Then John, Dean's father, disappeared. It's up to a demigod, a Hunter, and a boy who just wants to be a lawyer and spend time with his girlfriend to find him.

𝘚𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘰 " 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙭𝙮𝙨𝙢 " ᴅᴀʀʏʟ ᴅɪxᴏɴ/ᴅᴇᴀɴ ᴡɪɴᴄʜᴇꜱᴛᴇʀ "So that word means somethin' ta ya? 'S that why ya wanted ta establish code words of our own? I thought that it was jus' cause ya couldn't whistle fer shit." Merle hummed with a smirk, lazily scratching at his jaw. Dean scowled at the elder Dixon as he swatted at the man, the brunet's attention drawn to Rick when the man clapped a hand onto his shoulder. "Ya say it's from your brother, how do ya know? What does it mean?" The man inquired, his expression grim. "Means drop everything and run. Sammy and I came up with the code when we were teenagers, we're the only ones left that know it." Dean assured, pointedly nodding at the hidden message in question. There was no way that Sam would ever share their code with anyone he didn't trust with not only his own life, but also Dean's. 𝓼𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝓾𝓹𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓼 ♡

𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘭 𝘋𝘪𝘹𝘰𝘯/𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘞𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 BOOK ONE: "I ain't leavin' without 'im. I won't." Merle snarled, yanking his arm out of Daryl's bruising grip. The younger Dixon's eyes narrowed as he spun on Merle, they didn't have time for this. There was smoke and screaming and gunfire surrounding them on all sides. All it would take was a stray bullet and one of them could end up dead, he didn't have time to spare for one of Merle's tantrums- "Ya hear me, boy?" Merle growled, getting right up in Daryl's face with that challenging sneer that the younger Dixon absolutely loathed. He couldn't afford a fight with Merle, his mission was to get them both out of this damned place alive and more-or-less unscathed. But he couldn't do that when his brother was fighting him every step of the way, which left one burning question sitting on his tongue. "Fer fucks sake Merle! Who the hell are ya talkin' 'bout!?" ｓｌｏｗｂｕｒｎ set during the prison arc on twd with season 1 dean winchester trigger warning for: past child abuse, abuse in general, non-con/sexual assault when it says "slowburn" it actually means; the slowest of burns, like put it on the back burner on very low for like the entirety of the book Check "Snapshot in Time" for drabbles & other POV's BOOK TWO IS UP NOW - EXPECT EXTREMELY SLOW UPDATES

𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘭 𝘋𝘪𝘹𝘰𝘯/𝘖𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 Marshall Hill was just an aspiring architect before The Turn forced him to become something else: a survivor. It hasn't been easy. For one reason or another, he always ends up alone. Everyone leaves him behind. He thought it would just be easier to try toughing through the grit alone to stay alive, but he can't keep avoiding people forever. With his supplies running low and his tremors getting worse, he has a decision to make. Can he trust a new group of strangers? Can he open himself up and learn to feel safe again? It feels so far away, but, honestly? He thinks he'd be better off dead than alone. SECOND BOOK IS UP! ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴜᴀʟ ᴅᴀʀʏʟ/ᴏᴍᴄ ＠Ｌｉｔｈｏｐｈｅｎｅ ｏｎ Ａｒｃｈｉｖｅｓ Ｏｆ Ｏｕｒ Ｏｗｎ （ＡＯ３）

"Some days I don't even think I'm capable of having my own feelings, they're all just some distant versions of someone else's." "My lovely lovely Ira, your lips were not made to utter such lies. [Druig x maleoc] Eternals