Formerly titled 𝑪ℎ𝒂𝑟𝒄𝑜𝒂𝑙, 𝐺𝒍𝑖𝒕𝑡𝒆𝑟𝒆𝑑 Callista Black never fit. She carved space for herself anyway, unbothered by the symmetry she ruined. She didn't care who loved her, or who didn't. She loved them all anyway. Loudly. Shamelessly. Confidently. She's the kind of person you would want gone and miss the loudest when they aren't around. Not quite a ball of sunshine. But undeniably a stubborn, aggressively affectionate, moody, and catastrophically clumsy form of entertainment. Callista Black: Daughter of Regulus Black. Tongue of Sirius Black. And a heart that, unfortunately, doesn't know when to stay out of trouble. Including a certain dragon tamer. *cough* Charlie you handsome man *cough* Life was fine, normal even, if you were merciful. Until Sirius Black broke out of prison. Everyone thought it was vengeance. Callista wondered if it was loneliness. The one where Sirius Black meets his niece. "Two Broken Misfits, broken just enough to fit right." [Charlie Weasley × Hufflepuff OC] Because - Dragons, muscles, questionable decisions and whatnot. *Slowburn, btw. Friends to Lovers because apparently I enjoy suffering. _______ The Harry Potter universe belongs to J. K. Rowling. Callista Black is mine. This story is written for fun, so you might as well enjoy it. _______ 1st May, 2026: somehow hit #1 in a few tags (remuslupin, charlieweasley, billweasley?? yeah I don't get it either)

"Well, if I had the freedom to choose, we wouldn't even be having this conversation, Dr. Lee." Han Jisung thrives in it, in the way hands reach for him like he's something worth touching. But what would they say if they knew? Would they still whisper his name like a prayer, still dream of having a piece of him? Or would they finally see him for what he is? Not a god. Not an idol. Not untouchable. Just a boy. And boys get sent to therapy. in short: seemingly freaky, cocky and privileged jisung meets his match, Minho - his assigned psychiatrist

jay earns a newly funded scholarship and gets to spend his senior year at the most respected Art Academy in the country. surrounded by the most talented youth, that he only heard of from the headlines of magazines', the boy is excited to focus on polishing his skills and be part of the elite. but the problem is that the leader of that 'elite' keeps his sweet and fierce eyes on him all the time. or, welcome to Decelis Art Academy where the students thrive on rumours and daily drama JAYWON, SUNSUN, HEEJAKE more fluff than angst possibly smut start 120923 rankings: #1 heejake #1 sunsun #3 jaywon

Amid the war, Elizabeth Potter is starting her sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where she is a Gryffindor Prefect. When school rules change, and require that Prefects must be grouped with those from other houses, Elizabeth is paired with none other than Regulus Black. She quickly grows to loathe him, and is positive that nothing could change her feelings... No matter how intriguing she may find him. - Elizabeth Potter hated Regulus Black. She hated his snide comments, and his perfect posture. She hated his compulsive silence, and his strategically messy hair. She hated his dark, cold gaze, and his towering height. She couldn't stop thinking about him. -

- 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑 | ❝ 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 ❞ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋'𝐒 hands never stop shaking; the result of a 'horrible, tragic accident', at least, that's how her so-called parents choose to remember it. in a final attempt to escape their grasp, theona and her brother, sebastian, flee to london and she enrolls in hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. there, she meets a group of self-proclaimed miscreants and, for the first time in her life, hears the name regulus black. a name she'd hear many more times in the coming years-mostly off her own tongue. cover by me (regulus black x fem oc) marauders era au disclaimer ! i do not own any canon harry potter characters or plot points, i only own theona bell, my other ocs, and my plots. #1 in rab: july 8th, 2024 #3 in harrypotter: april 10th, 2025 #20 in wolfstar: sept. 22nd, 2025

❛ . . . Seungmin sighs. He hasn't risen from his place. He stares out at the rapid and shakes his head. "Honestly, staying here is probably better than going anywhere else," he says inwardly. "Not like we even know where we're going anyway, do we?" . . . ❜ OR: Eight best friends become trapped in the basement and come out a month later to a world that is not at all how they remember it.

- "think i like you best when you're dressed in black from head to toe. think i like you best when you're just with me and no one else." - cigarettes after sex, k. pureblood slytherin, florence mortimer, started her sixth year at hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. she thought she knew everyone in her year, and she dreaded the next two to come, only to realise there was one more person she had never really noticed. theodore nott rhymed with florence mortimer. his dark past and future awaiting was yet but soon to impact on his private life, wether he wanted it to or not. this left him battling with his love and prophecy. - theodore nott x fem oc sixth year - hbp warnings: smoking, alcohol, hella smut, violence, mental health issues, death (canon) started: may 2022 - finished: august 21st 2023

The stranger almost trips on the welcome mat as he comes in. "Sorry-I know it's shitty of me to just show up like this." "Don't be," Minho shrugs. "Wasn't doing much." And, really, from what he's heard about Jisung, he knows he's always had a penchant for dramatics. He can't imagine the younger turning up any other way than out of the blue, so that's not what throws him off. The duffel bag that Jisung's heaving up off his shoulders is what does it. "Is there a body in there?" "Mhm. Gonna help me hide it?" .･જ⁀➴⛐𓂃 ོ𓂃ᨒ↟𖠰 OR: Jisung and Minho don't know each other well enough to set off on a two-week road trip across the country. Except Minho thinks he knows Jisung like the back of his own hand, and wonders if that's why he never should've left with him at all.