The year after her brother James graduates, Teddy Potter returns to Hogwarts for her final year. With the Marauders gone, it should be a quiet, peaceful year despite the mounting tensions in the world outside of school. The problem, naturally, lies with Regulus Black, the broody boy who just might be the most effortlessly aggravating person she's ever met in her whole life. And for someone who was raised with James Potter, that's saying a LOT. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── "You know, it must be exhausting to be such a fucking prick all the time." "I have fantastic stamina." "Oh, fuck you-" ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── [marauders era] [regulus black x oc] [enemies to enemies with benefits to lovers?] rated mature for sexual content

Literally what the title is, obviously has mature themes, be advised. If I miss out on anything, please message me so that I can add to the list.

Charlotte Monet has always been the quiet one-the perfect student, the dutiful daughter of a powerful mafia family. But beneath the glamorous life, she's been hiding a darkness no one sees: depression that has haunted her since she was twelve, the devastating loss of her triplet brother, and a predator she calls her tutor. For years, Charlotte suffers in silence, trapped between the violence outside her doors and the abuse within. Haunted by her dead brother, isolated from the only people who care, and pushed to the edge, she must fight to survive-both the shadows of her past and the enemies who would use her pain against her. --- "You did so good," I whispered into her hair. "You tried. That's everything. You don't have to go further than this. Ever. Not until you decide." A shaky breath left her. "It doesn't feel like enough." "It is," I said firmly. "It's more than enough. You tried in spite of every ghost screaming in your head. That's strength, love. That's yours." She tightened her grip on my hoodie, burying her face deeper. My hand found the back of her head, fingers gliding gently through her hair-slow, steady strokes, never trapping, only grounding. "You're safe," I murmured. "Here with me. Just us." Her reply was a whisper against my chest. "Me and you." "Always," I said. "Me and you."

When I was eighteen I died. But it wasn't only me. Right before I was killed I was forced to witness my brothers deaths. They had been protecting me. And their last words to me, before the light left their eyes, was that they wanted me to live. When the bullet hit me I desperately wished for a second chance. When I opened my eyes the next second I found myself in my childhood room. I somehow had regressed time and back at me stared my ten-year-old self through the mirror. But it wasn't the place I wanted to be, not with my father. He was abusive and I didn't plan on going through everything again. Not this time. This time I would find my brothers sooner, and I would protect them and our happy life together. Fate be damned! I am Angelica Romano-Costello and I will take my fate into my own hands.

It was a normal day at UA High, or so Midoriya thought. The Dekusquad started to spread rumors about him. It spread like a wildfire in the dry season. All of the school, and most of Class 1-A believed these rumors. Midoriya got stares and glances in anger or disgust. Even the teachers heard these rumors and gave up all hope on him. But what happens when he goes to America to live with his dad? What happens when he gives up hope on UA? What happens when he has a new friends group? What happens when he joins the number 1 hero school in America? In this AU: Original Characters/ OCs Shinsou is in Class 1-A Inko Midoriya/ Midoirya's mom is dead WARNINGS: Bakugou Mineta Bullying Abuse Swearing Violence Mentions of self harm Suicide Baiting Mental Health Problems

When Amalie and Evelyn move in with the fiercely protective Castellani brothers, they find themselves in a home full of strangers and secrets. Rebuilding trust after years apart won't be easy, especially when not everything in the Castellani house is what it seems. As the twins begin to learn the difference between survival and safety, they discover that some shadows are harder to outrun than others.

"Don't you get it? You know when you try to run away, punishment like this happens." he said teasingly, squeezing my chest. I gasped for air, I really didn't try to run away. They're overreacting! The wet noise coming from below, being penetrated in both holes by two men, while the third one just watch me. Synchronously the two men sank their teeth on both sides of my neck, drinking my blood as I felt them coming inside, their dick twitching inside of me, tingles shooting through my whole body from legs to arms. "W-Wait!" I tried to catch my breath but they kept thrusting, unevenly in and out, not giving me breaks after I just came with them. The sound of my butt in contact with their hips got louder and the motion became harder and faster. Almost passing out. The sudden pinch on my chest awakened me, I looked down to see a pair of hands squeezing them. "You'll be staying up all night for us baby. We have a lot to catch up on." He pulled my head toward his, collapsing our lips togethers. His tongue forced its way into my mouth, causing me to release my wet moans. "It won't be ending anytime soon so I hope you came prepared." peeking to the side I noticed the third one starting to stroke himself. I wanted to do if for him. Letting out a whine against the man lips, the third one looked up at me with lustful eyes. "This is a punishment, don't forget. You're not supposed to be enjoying this." he said. I don't like this punishment anymore. __________ Astra Melva, a girl with a rare blood type that attracts every vampire around here. All her life she tried to convince people she's normal. Until she had an accident, her blood came rushing out her skin, it attracted attention. The Hept caught her trying to cover up the scene. Like a 7 pointed star, they were given that title because of their high status at the prestigious university. They are craving for her love, becoming overly obsessed with Astra. And Astra seems to be feeling love...

"I was adored without asking for it. He was feared without trying. Everyone saw the darkness in Mattheo Riddle - except me. Everyone saw the light in me - except him." Mattheo Riddle x Own Character Content Advisory This story contains mature themes and situations that may not be suitable for all readers, including: depictions of war and its aftermath, grief and emotional trauma, themes of family legacy and abandonment, unplanned pregnancy, childbirth, explicit sexual content, strong language, and occasional use of alcohol. Reader discretion is advised.

Alessandra has never believed in safety. Life never gave her a reason to. Pain carved her childhood, silence became her armor, and trust? That was a luxury she could never afford. So when she runs -- bloody, broken, and barely breathing, she doesn't expect saving. She certainly doesn't expect to be taken in by a family dripping in wealth and power and. . . warmth? A mother who refuses to give up on her. A father who watches like he's waiting for her to let him in. And six brothers. Rough. Protective. Complicated. Brothers, who don't know what to do with a sister who won't speak. She doesn't know how to trust. How to believe that maybe not everyone wants to hurt her. Every instinct tells her to run. To shut down. But they don't let her go. Not when she flinches. Not when she hides. Not even when she breaks. Happiness is for other people, or that's what she believes. But when love comes wrapped in gentle patience and fierce protection, when hands reach for her without demand, when hearts break themselves wide open just to hold her... she starts to wonder. Can a girl stitched together with silence and fear ever belong in a family built on love? Can she stand tall when the ghosts of her past refuse to let go? And when danger claws its way back into her life, threatening everything she's come to know... will she find her voice, or will she shatter all over again? Trigger Warnings: Child abuse. Violence. Addiction. Panic attacks. SA. Self-harm. Death, and more.

The Alderidge Family; Many would say they've always been cold, strange and a little bit psychotic if you know them well enough. To most...yeah they're probably right. But to the ones that have stuck around long enough to really know them...probably still right. Though, they do have their reasons. Twelve years ago, Irene Alderidge, mother to five children, made an impulsive decision. At the ages of four, Genevieve and Easton Alderidge, the youngest of the Alderidge children, were ripped away from their family in the night by their mother. Years of searching, and a lifetime of grief, the remaining Alderidge family receive a phone call. One precious phone call. Genevieve, Easton, and... a baby brother? tw: violence sexual assault rape weapons abuse smut