"You love me?" Said Theo. "Is there a problem with that?" "No. Not at all, my darling." Said Theo, kissing her cheek. Then her other cheek and then her lips. He kept her in place in front of him. Hands on her waist. "Theo," she started, "do you-" "There are not enough words." - Theodore Nott x Ravenclaw OC - Crushing hard/idiots/"We're just friends," "yeah right,"/ to lovers/ if I loved you less I'd be able to talk about it more Flips between perspective (third person but following one at a time) but most is from Theo's perspective.

"Shut up." His voice was different this time-stripped of its usual cockiness, replaced by something colder, something dangerous. Oh. She saw it then-the flicker of something raw in his eyes, quickly buried. A weak spot. A wound still fresh beneath the layers of arrogance and indifference. And she struck again. "Did I hit a nerve?" she mocked him. "You're a joke, Nott." She let out a sharp, humorless laugh. "You act like you're all cool and breezy, but it's all a lie." "You don't know what-" "I do, actually. I'm a very good observant and let me tell you," She pressed her finger into his chest again, each word deliberate. "Of all the people I've observed I have never encountered someone as shallow," Another jab. His chest rose and fell, his breathing heavier than before. "Empty," Again. This time, his eyes flashed with something dangerously close to anger. She should stop. She knew she should. But she didn't. "And pathetic as-" The words caught in her throat and Theodore's lips were on hers. Ophelia Selwyn wondered if it was too late to choose a life as a fugitive. Her previous concerns about where she would go or how she would survive all on her own were looking more and more unimportant and attainable. Anything would be better than being betrothed to Theodore Nott. At least she knew the feeling was reciprocated.

A tale of forbidden love - full of yearning, fluff, angst, and a lot of smut with feelings. So detailed you'll feel like you're in the room with them - even if you shouldn't be 😏 Seventeen-year-old Lex Malfoy, older sister to Draco, is heading into her final year at Hogwarts. With whispers of the Dark Lord's return growing louder, she finds herself increasingly concerned about her brother's involvement in dangerous matters. But despite the weight of these worries, her attention is often elsewhere-on Fred Weasley. For years, their playful banter and shared classes have been a steady constant,casual even,but something feels different this year. Fred seems to stir something in her, a longing for a kind of freedom she's only ever glimpsed when he's around. As Lex begins to confront her own wants and desires, she struggles to maintain the carefully crafted mask she's worn her entire life, torn between duty to her family and the hope of a life that feels entirely her own. Disclaimer: Although the main characters are seventeen for part of this story (since they still need to be at school for the plot to unfold), the narrative is set during the Half-Blood Prince era and beyond. I picture fred as his older, adult self in this fic. The fanfiction follows the events of the sixth movie onwards, while incorporating hints from the fourth and fifth movie. In this version, Lex, Fred, George, and Cedric are in their final year at Hogwarts. Draco and the Golden trio are a year below. Deaths may be taken out. (Cedric and serius are alive) Characters mentioned from books and movies belong to Jk Rowling and Warner brothers. In

Delphi felt it slip through her control the moment she looked at him, every carefully built restraint dissolving into something reckless and unrecognisable. He stood too close, too real, like temptation given shape - something warm and laughing that she had no right to want. And yet she did, sharply, helplessly, like a truth she could no longer lie about. He was her forbidden fruit, and she - tragically, hopelessly, was nothing but sinner in the face of him, standing on the edge of a desire she already knew she wouldn't be able to pretend away. "Fuck you, Fred Weasley," she cursed him. Then, she kissed him. Softly, like he might melt or flee at any given moment. · • -- ٠ ✤ ٠ -- • · Delphini Black had always known she was different. Raised in the quiet, vigilant care of Remus Lupin, she had learned early that the world's rules did not apply to her. Daughter of Regulus Black, her last name was a legacy she carried like a shadow she could never shake. Her magic was ancient, distinct, wild, fueled by the weight of prophecies whispered before even the stars had been born. She was marked by destiny. Yet, despite the shadows that clung to her past, there were moments of light - fragile, fleeting, and achingly human. Among those lights were the Weasley twins, who had welcomed her into their mischief and laughter. She had laughed more with them than anyone else, felt the rush of belonging she had almost forgotten existed. But Fred Weasley... he was a tangle of affection and frustration, of longing and fear, a pull that made every stolen glance and careless joke feel like both comfort and torment. And when it burned, it burned. Inside her chest, in her blood, in the way she could never quite look away, never quite breathe right when he was near. And perhaps that was the cruelest part of all...

[CURRENTLY EDITING] "The price of your greed is your son and your daughter What you gon do when there's blood in the water?" Heather Agulera learns there is no escaping the gods or the world of monsters, no matter how long she tries to run or hide. or two girls with different ideals find solace in each other's company. Clarisse La Rue x Fem!oc

reidyn santos was known as anti-social by many but respected by all. when she was five years old, her mother decided she didn't want to deal with the burden of raising a demigod, and dropped her into the heart of camp half-blood. reidyn was heartbroken, and it wouldn't be the last time. then a new camper arrives -one with beautiful curls and a fire that threatened to consume reidyn whole. clarisse la rue x fem!oc

We were told we were twins growing up, how were we supposed to know differently? Eliana Jackson had was a sweet girl, always smiling and always happy until her life turned upside down. 'Twin' to Percy Jackson. OC x Clarissa La Rue All characters aged up I don't own anything but my OC

╔═══.·:·.☽ ✧ ☾.·:·.═══╗ 𝙒𝙄𝙇𝘿𝙁𝙄𝙍𝙀 ╚═══.·:·.☽ ✧ ☾.·:·.═══╝ wildfire - a fast-moving, hard-to-stop flame that feeds on everything in its path - unpredictable and dangerous. Sloane Thorne was never meant to burn quietly. A daughter of Dionysus with a fractured past and power that bends what people see, she's known around camp by whispers instead of friendships. Unstable. Feral. A monster. She doesn't correct them. It's easier than explaining no one truly knows her. She doesn't want glory. She wants control - over the noise in her mind, the shift in her instincts, the hunger that shows up when she's pushed too far. Clarisse La Rue is not gentle, not patient, not safe. She is pressure and pride and raised fists. She doesn't step around danger - she steps into it and dares it to swing first. Where other campers see something broken in Sloane, Clarisse sees something that fights back. Something worth testing. Again and again. { 𝘱𝘫𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 - 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘰𝘤 }

Meaning -- A "child of a charnel house" refers to a being, often a monster or creature, created from dead, decaying, or discarded body parts, symbolizing something born of death, ruin, and profound unnatural horror. Children of Thanatos are possibly one of the rarest demigods out there. The odd time Thanatos does have a relationship with a mortal, the child often never passes into the realm of the living, instead going straight to their father. An even rarer case, is when the child does pass to the world of living and can sustain themselves there without causing immediate harm to their surroundings. Xevia Croft is one of these children. She's the first and only one in a very, very long time. Born not of anticipation, but her mother trading her life for her child's. She spent much of her life, feeling like a curse, even running away from her foster homes multiple times. Until Sally Jackson found her. Until Sally Jackson took her in and made her feel like she wasn't a curse. She gave her a brother, Percy, and well she wasn't a fan of the step-dad she got, she was happy with the family that seemed to have fallen into her lap. So happy. Coping. Learning. Until one summer, when both Xevia and Percy find out they're demigods and destined to either save the world of the Gods, or tear it down. Clarisse La Rue x OC WLW Follows Show Events 16/27 Chapters Written Current word count: 50,857 Warnings: - character death - described gore and dark thoughts - Unhealthy relationships - slow burn ish? little bit of enemies to lovers thing going on, but not really because they're dumb kids. Other love interests #2 in clarisselarue (May 9th 2026) #1 in chrisrodriguez (May 17th 2026) #5 in sallyjackson (May 15th 2026) #5 in annabethchase (June 5th 2026) #1 in Silena Baeugaurd (June 22nd 2026) #1 in clarisselarue (June 24th 2026)

Cassie Wright was having a great time. That was until Percy Jackson showed up. She's not saying he's the source of all her problems. That would be Luke Castellan and her father. She's just saying everything started going downhill since then, but alas he is one of her best friends now. ....... "𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗?" "𝙸 𝚍𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚘. 𝙸 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝, stole my affection."