⋆ . ˚ ✩ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 ――― 𝗷𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 ruined 𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗵𝘆 𝗮𝗺𝗼𝘂𝗿'𝘀 life, and she hates him. 𝐎𝐑, 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 ――― mcgonagall assigned 𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗵𝘆 𝗮𝗺𝗼𝘂𝗿 and 𝗷𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 to do a project together. ❝ we were crazy to think, crazy to think that this could work. remember how i said i'd die for you?❞ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⭑ ‧₊˚ ⋅ જ⁀➴๋࣭ ⭑๋࣭ ⭑ james potter x fem! oc swearing included absolutely 𝙣𝙤 smut, however heavy implications ! unedited! 01 / 30 / 2025 ―― uncompleted

╰┈➤ 𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐈.. was Baek-jin's sister, bound to him not only by blood but by the silent oaths of the union. Her loyalty ran deep, unsettling in its intensity-an unspoken vow carved into her very being. Yet when she met Yeon Si-eun, when her gaze fell into the depths of his eyes-sharp, weary, and endlessly unreadable-she found herself adrift. Those eyes unraveled her defenses, drawing her into a quiet she could neither resist nor name. Each secret meeting with him became a knife pressed against her ribs, a reminder of the betrayal she was fashioning with her own trembling hands. It was a love that burned and bled at once, a dangerous tenderness that tore at her devotion to her brother and left her stranded between duty and desire.

𝐒𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐂 , 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 ╰┈➤ 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓.. if Niragi and Chiyo's son started to fall in love with Arisu's, unknowingly falling into the Borderlands' hands once again?

shuntaro chishiya x oc The last King had ruled through paranoia, through the kind of weak-willed fear that saw threats in allies and let power slip through trembling fingers. The noise swelled, folding in on itself, growing larger than the sum of its parts. It was no longer sound; it was weight, crushing down on me, sinking into the marrow of my bones, pressing into hollow spaces of my mind. It tangled with my thoughts, wrapped around them like a vice until I couldn't tell where the shouting stopped and where my mind began. The wall bore the marks of time, not in cracks or stains, but in etchings of survival - a tally of days carved with a dagger. At first, I had carved them close together, expecting to leave before the space ran out. But as the marks stretched, as the numbers climbed, the gaps between each tally mark grew wider, as if denial could be traced in spacing. I ran my fingers over the final mark, the last one I was allowed. I focused on the way the air felt when no one else was breathing it. The visa was not an empty threat, nor an arbitrary limit designed to keep me playing - it was a fuse reminder that time did not stop simply because I had.

Maisie Kline didn't want to be a half-blood...but she is. So you might as well read her story. percy jackson x femoc 🩵 tlt: ✅ tsom: ✅ ttc: ✅ tbol: ✅ tlo:... -cover art from @samdoesart on instagram