If you want read this story, you can and if you don't want to then you don't have to read. English is not my first language.

Harry knew nothing about the magical world even four years in. The Triwizard Tournament had been won and done, but Voldemort was back. With Harry's own blood none the less. Under Moody's advisement, Harry is no longer under the useless bloodwards of Privet Drive. He is to live in the Graves Cabin with a new roommate. A calm quiet story... Cover Art not mine, credit to Artist. Stipant translates to Pack, just so yall know. Happy Reading!

The Reagan kitchen has always been a place of tradition, order, and Sunday dinners. But everything changes when Frank quietly brings someone new into the house-someone no one expected. Harry Potter is soft-spoken, kind, and utterly unprepared for the tidal wave of affection, scrutiny, and slow-burning chaos that comes with the Reagan family. What starts as quiet mornings and shared meals slowly deepens into something far more complicated as Frank's sons find themselves drawn to the same gentle presence in their father's life. As Harry begins to heal from a past he doesn't talk about, the Reagans must navigate feelings they never saw coming, challenge the lines between loyalty and love-and maybe, just maybe, redefine what family really means. A slow-burn, polyamorous romance full of warmth, missteps, quiet devotion, and the unexpected power of being wanted.

"Two hundred thousand gold coins and the cursed blade of Selverin!" a high-ranking vampire lord declared, his red eyes gleaming with hunger. "Four hundred thousand gold and a siren's heart," a mermaid duchess countered, her black-scaled tail flicking in irritation. "A million gold, and my entire estate in the Shadowlands!" a fae lord sneered, eyes flashing with power. But it was all for nothing. At the very top of the auction hall, beyond the reach of the common bidders, sat the true rulers of the supernatural world. A private royal chamber loomed over the hall, separated by thick glass enchanted with dark magic. Inside, three powerful figures observed the auction in silence, untouched by the chaos below. They were kings. The rulers of the night. And they had already decided the outcome. At the center sat King Aldric Vaugn, the Alpha of all werewolves. To Aldric's right lounged King Darius Velmont, the ruler of vampires. And to Aldric's left, reclining with an almost bored expression, was King Orion Thalassar, the sea's sovereign. Aldric leaned forward, his voice like rolling thunder. "Three million gold." Darius merely chuckled, setting his goblet aside. "Gold is a fleeting currency, my friend. Let's make this more... enticing." He turned his gaze to the auctioneer. "Ten million gold. And the Bloodstone of Evermore." Orion sighed dramatically. "You two and your gold. It's so boring." He sat up, stretching lazily before giving a slow, knowing smirk. "How about an entire kingdom?" The entire hall froze.

Scottie.... If there was a picture of a person next to the definition of being socially inept in the dictionary, the picture would have been of me. Dealing with people gave me hives. Just the thought of talking to someone I'm not familiar with made me want to curl up into a ball and hide from the world. But no one understood that, no one understood me. Not my Aunt, and definitely not the limited amount of people in my life. No one that is until Him. He walked into my Aunt's bakery and I swear from that moment on, he owned me. Mind, body, and soul. Nolan... I am a Master Dominant, a self-made man in my own right. I have no doubts about myself. I have a lot to offer any sub of my choosing. I'm wealthy. I own several businesses. From my elite members only get-away that catered to the rich and famous in the lifestyle. To my new kink-friendly club I'm getting ready to launch directly across the street from a quaint little bakery that employed a young man sweeter than any of the confections they had to offer. It's been a long time since I've had a boy of my own. Don't get me wrong, I have beautiful boys throwing themselves at my feet on a daily basis. I've trained most of them in the art of submission, but none of them have caught my interest like this gorgeous Angel has. I needed to make him mine as much as I needed air to breathe. He will be my boy.

Originally on tumblr by me. Username: xetswan [First book of Four] [Finished]

"I'm in hell". "Where? I might be near". Male oc x Jasper Hale Twilight universe

Harry Potter, the supposed golden boy, was never meant to be the hero everyone expected. When Dumbledore's grand plan started to unravel, it was clear that the wizarding world would face a different kind of savior. Instead of a loyal Gryffindor, Harry walked into Hogwarts with the dark, calculating air of a pureblood heir and an ancient venomous magical snake by his side. His arrival shattered expectations-especially when he was sorted into Slytherin. No longer the carefree child of Lily and James, Harry embraced his true heritage, one entwined with power, cunning, and the legacy of his ancestors. With every step, he reveals just how far Dumbledore's manipulation went, and the unmasking of his true self puts him at odds with the very people who thought they knew him best. Hermione, Ron, and even his own family stand in his way, but Harry is no longer the naive boy they once knew. The wizarding world is about to witness the rise of a new force, one who will carve his own path, free from the shackles of old alliances and expectations.