The day Octavia Rosier learns she will be getting married to Regulus Black, her world collapses. She had imagined another life, with another boy, but every silly and childish hope she had flew away in that exact moment. She tries to stay attached to those remaining ounces of hope, sacrificing herself just to reach the desired freedom. Will Octavia succeed or will she lose against her fate? TW: mental illness issues, mentions of suicide [ALL I WANT IS TO BE FREE playlist on spotify]

(BOOK 1) Althea Layla Nott stands apart from her family with her gentle heart, unwavering belief in equality, and fierce loyalty to her friends. Regulus Arcturus Black, burdened with the weight of being the Black heir, once shared an unbreakable bond with Althea. Now, they've become strangers, separated by walls Regulus has built around himself. Althea longs to restore their friendship, but the looming war forces them onto opposing sides, compelling them to make choices that will alter their lives forever. In a world where loyalty is tested and alliances shift, Althea and Regulus must navigate their way through treacherous waters, their decisions echoing the promise of either reconciliation or further division. "I look at his dark gaze, aching to lean closer and let our souls touch but it isn't that easy. This one kiss would change everything. We were friends once, then we were nothing, and, now here we stand, on the verge of risking it all. He gives me no time to register his action as he leans closer. I close my eyes and wait to feel his lips against mine but it never happens, instead, he bends his head slightly and plants his lips on my collarbone. I gasp and throw my head back as his lips linger there, the featherlike kiss causes a warm and tingly feeling in my stomach. My mind goes blank, all those thoughts screaming at me to run a moment ago vanished and all I could think about was his soft lips. His other hands join in on my waist and tug me closer, our chest touching as another gasp leaves my mouth. He pulls back and almost immediately I ache for the way his warm lips felt against my skin. Without missing another beat he kisses me again, a little higher this time, and continues planting kisses along my neck, then on my jaw, and planting a last kiss on my lips, barely touching them."

Stella Black is a 16-year-old girl about to start her sixth and penultimate year at Hogwarts, the world's school of witchcraft and wizardry. Her parents were both killed in the same circumstances, in front of her eyes and those of Mattheo Riddle. Mattheo Riddle is the son of the Dark Lord. Stella hates him with all her heart. It is not known whether he hates her, but Stella cannot even look him in the face. Mattheo believes that love is something superficial, that it makes you weak and stupid. He says he will never fall in love... but will this change? Stella, on the other hand, is in love with the idea of love. She hopes that one day she will find someone who loves her as much as her father loved her mother. She wants a sincere and true love.

Ela não foi criada para ser heroína. Foi moldada para herdar as trevas. - 𝑻𝒐𝒎 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒗𝒐𝒍𝒐 𝑹𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆

Thomas, Matteo and Lolita. the children of the Dark Lord-the Riddle triplets, sent to wreak havoc at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Tom: the eldest, level(ish) headed and snarky. Matteo: the middle child, hot headed and witty. Lola: the baby, sharp minded and sarcastic. they're the dream team-or the nightmare team, depending on who you ask... but whoever you are, you'd best hope you don't get on the wrong side of them. with help along the way from the likes of Pansy Parkinson and Draco Malfoy, the triplets have two options: fulfil their Father's orders to bring Hogwarts to its knees, or die trying. Draco Malfoy x Lolita Riddle Although it's still a work in progress, I implore you to read 'Wrong Choice' before you start 'Riddle Me This.' Find it on my profile :) best rankings// no.1 - #riddles no.1 - #bellatrixlestrange no.1 - #scorpiusmalfoy no.1 - #quidditch no.2 - #pansyparkinson no.2 - #fanfiction no.2 - #voldemortsdaughter

Slytherin Boys React and Imagines, including: ☆ Draco Malfoy ☆ Mattheo Riddle ☆ Tom Riddle ☆ Lorenzo Berkshire ☆ Theodore Nott ☆ Blaise Zabini ☆ Pansy Parkinson ♥ requests are open ♥

Young Katrine Malfoy is anxious to become a student at Hogwarts. With the pressure given to her by her parents and brother, the world seems as if it's ending whenever something goes wrong. Follow her on her journey to find her purpose as a witch as she battles through family conflict, relationship struggles, and the war dangling ahead of her like bait on a fishing pole.

- fake dating - rivals to lovers - Slytherin x Ravenclaw - multiple POV (English is not my first language, so please be kind :) This is a bit of a soft story, not like the usual heavy ass toxic psychotic Riddle fanfictions, which are great, but you get what I mean. This is just like a little, fun break. (Edit: Liar. Actually, it gets a little dark towards the end...) But it is good, I promise!

Starting a collection of my SBR I'm now doing on TikTok. Will be updated as I make them. Include: Mattheo Riddle Theodore Nott Tom Riddle Lorenzo Berkshire Draco Malfoy Blaise Zabini Professor Tom Riddle Bonus: will be adding on starting with the third part Barty Crouch Jr Evan Rosier *Taking requests*

The Rosier family is part of the sacred 28. The sick and depraved Slytherin elite enjoy toying with others as a form of pleasure. Draco Lucious Malfoy was what some would call Lethal. He was an act first, think later kind. Theo was a very pretty boy himself, he held this permanent smirk on his face and his curly black hair and face dotted in moles. Pansy had been my best friend for what felt like a lifetime, having grown up around these people, the sacred twenty-eight meant they knew more about my life and what I went through then anyone else. Then there was sweet, sweet Mattheo, honestly he was like an adorable dog. But like, a very angry and vicious one. Unlike Theo and his calm attitude, and Draco's storm of seriousness and precise killing ability, Mattheo was always on the verge of yelling and knocking someone out. How does one navigate life and teach ones self to inhale and exhale whilst the anger inside you is formed by the visual brutality all around you?