"What is it, Decamps?", he sighs "Could you please call me by my name darling? And will fucking turn around?" He demands, and I do so because I want to see his expression at my words "Fuck off", his brows raise a bit and then they furrow, he probably expected me to fall on my knees for him again... I start walking away, but he catches my left wrist "Victoria stop" he orders, I just snatch my wrist out of his hold and walk out. He follows me right behind and forcefully grabs my wrist again "Victoria if you don't fucking stop and listen to me I'll-" "You will what?" That's not me, it's someone else, someone behind me, his words come from above my head and I know who it is. Decamps' attention is no longer on me but on the guy that ruined his eye. Jean-Pierre repeats himself "You will do what, asshole?" (Academic rivals to lovers, slight love triangle, angst and some spice) Jean-Pierre x protagonist (Victoria is my OC but I barely describe her physically so feel free to imagine this as a y/n story) Do not copy anything about this story I do not own the show Mixte 1963 and the characters (except for a few ones) are not mine, all credits to the owner.

Waves crashing, sand beneath bare feet and six best friends. A summer romance that might be more than just for the summer.

"𝐈 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄." When six girls share a dorm suite, they quickly learn that juggling classes, friendship, and the kind of love stories that leave a mark isn't easy. Between unexpected crushes, second chances, messy hookups, slow-burn tension, and heartbreaks they never saw coming, each of them realizes college isn't just about growing up: it's about falling hard, breaking hearts, getting their own shattered, and learning how to put themselves back together. In a world of late-night confessions, stolen kisses, and secrets behind closed doors, they navigate love in all its beautiful, painful, unforgettable forms.

{𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘒 𝘖𝘕𝘌 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘎𝘓𝘈𝘚𝘚𝘏𝘖𝘜𝘚𝘌 𝘚𝘌𝘙𝘐𝘌𝘚} Sylvie Beaumont has lived through storms - losing her father, enduring the cruelty of her mother's new husband and stepson - until she is finally being sent to St. Dabius, an elite UK boarding school. Behind its polished halls and strict rules, cliques pf rich girls, and one enigmatic boy : Rewan Radcliffe. Cold, distant, and carrying his own scars, Rewan draws Sylvie in despite herself. But when anonymous, threatening messages start targeting both of them - and his former friends - they're forced into an uneasy alliance to uncover the truth. As the mystery deepens, danger closes in, and the line between trust and betrayal blurs. Two broken souls. One dark secret. And in a place like St. Dabius... nothing ends well.

Six love stories, one castle and a million secrets. I am also not J.K Rowling and I do not own this universe or the characters (except for the 6 girls introduced here) all rights go to J.K.

Charlotte is accepted as the only female senior in Voltaire High. She's the best student around and she's always hunting perfection no matter what it takes... too bad that a boy will screw it all. Mixte 1963 fanfic •#1jeanpierremagnan •#1 jeanpierre •#1 jean-pierre •#1 mixte1963

She's sun-kissed chaos with salt in her veins. He's the hurricane that never learned how to stay. Dove Celest Maren always liked to stay on the sidelines. Working at the cozy gift shop by the beach, journaling in her hammock, swimming with her dog Milo, and minding her own soft-girl business. She's friends with everyone-Pogues, Kooks, and the in-betweens. Especially Sarah Cameron. Even Rafe Cameron... sometimes. But everything shifts the day JJ Maybank walks back into her life like a wildfire. Tan. Reckless. Loud. And looking at her like she hung the damn moon. She's not sure what they are. He's not sure why her being around Rafe drives him insane. And summer? Summer's about to get way too hot to handle. A story of tangled hearts, cold oceans, secret necklaces, stolen nights, jealousy, grief, healing, and finding home in the most unexpected places. This is what happens when sunshine meets storm. A JJ Maybank x OC story written and created by me.