Y/N Y/L/N returns to Hogwarts determined to keep her head down-focus on Potions, focus on the future, focus on anything that isn't the Weasley twins wreaking havoc wherever she turns. Being a Hufflepuff has never made her soft. She's too kind to be cruel, but also too sharp-tongued to let anyone mistake her for weak. Y/N plans to survive the year untouched. Then George Weasley starts looking at her like her smile is something sacred. He doesn't mock her kindness. He doesn't treat her like she's naïve. He just keeps showing up-between classes, in Hogsmeade, in the spaces where laughter still exists even when the world is getting darker. And slowly, against her better judgement, Y/N realises the most dangerous thing about George Weasley isn't his mischief... It's his gentleness. [ Canon! PoA onwards 💛 Mature Themes | Smut ]

She drew without thinking. And when she turned the card over. Her breath stopped. VI - The Lovers. She froze. Not once had she been able to activate this card. Its energy had always been dormant, silent. Her clan's writings said it required emotional resonance, a mutual bond tethered by choice, not fate. The mark on her chest pulsed green-gold, arcs of raw energy lifting her hair, crackling through the air like spirit lightning. The card shimmered in her palm, the image glowing brighter and brighter until her breath caught in her throat. Then the world blinked. And she was no longer in her room. Not physically, not entirely. But she could feel it. Him. "...Haruka?" ˚　　　　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.　　　　　 . ✦　　　 　˚　　　　 . ★⋆. ࿐࿔ 　　　.   　　˚　　 　　*　　 　　✦　　　.　　.　　　✦　˚ 　　　　 ˚　.˚　　　　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.　　　　 　　 　　　　 ੈ✧̣̇˳·˖✶ ✦　　 All characters belong to Kohei Horikoshi, except my original characters.

Theodore Nott is, for the most part, a loner. He'd much prefer to spend his days smoking in the astronomy tower alone than carousing in a crowd. While he has friends, he is, by nature, alone. When he's alone, he doesn't have to pretend to be some fun-loving extrovert or some happy-go-lucky prince, both things he's not. He can just be him: Theo. A loner. Until he's not. Until he meets a beautiful girl with the prettiest blue eyes he's ever seen who just happens to be his best friend's younger sister. But dating Aria Berkshire comes with complications, ones that force Theo to decide if truly does want to be alone. Because with her, perhaps he doesn't have to be. Smoke and Stars is a romance with brother's best friend, secret romance, and introvert x introvert tropes. It is book #1 in the Slytherin Boys Series but can be read as a standalone. "Your body is mine to own. Your breaths are mine to take. Your noises are mine to hear. You are mine, cara mia, and that will never change as long as I can help it." . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . "I've always been yours, Theo. From that moment you laid eyes on me, I've been hopelessly and utterly yours." . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Highest ranking: #1 in SlytherinBoysReact #1 in TheoNott #1 in TheodoreNott #1 in SecretRomance #2 in LorenzoBerkshire #1 in Astoria

Eblis survived years of torment in the hands of Hybern, an enemy continent disrupting the peace of Prythian and the Human Realms below it. She suffered things many wouldn't be able to handle, and lived in the shadow of it's king for five fear-filled centuries. When she gets word that the King of Hybern had been killed, she finally found her chance to escape and return to the Night Court, the last home she ever remembered. The Spymaster of the Night Court returns from Hybern as well, with news of an uprising from the newly anointed Queen and Heiresses. Doubtful of Eblis's true loyalties, he continues to watch Eblis in fear that she'll take the family he had and rip it apart. As he goes, he picks up the pieces of her bloody past and puts them together to form the broken Illyrian female. What he finds, what he discovers, what he feels, is forever disrupted. I DO NOT CLAIM ACOTAR AS MY OWN I AM JUST WRITING FANFIC!!! 5/02/20 1k reads ☆☆ 5/26/21 1k votes 6/25/20 2k reads ☆☆ 11/8/21 2k votes 10/14/20 4k reads ☆☆ 10/24/22 4k votes 12/27/20 6k reads ☆☆ 11/04/24 6k votes 2/17/21 8k reads 3/12/21 10k reads 6/15/21 20k reads 8/17/21 30k reads 11/26/21 40k reads 1/28/22 50k reads 3/25/23 100k reads 10/15/24 150k reads #1 in "Everything's Cancelled Awards" (fanfiction section) #1 in "Mousetails Summer 2020 Awards" (Fanfiction section) (go check it out they even interviewed me lmao) #1 in "Eunoia Awards" (Fanfiction section duh)

She was a weapon no one knew how to use safely-not even herself. Born with the power to manipulate and amplify emotion, she could inspire love, spark loyalty, and summon rage. But the more she fed, the more it hollowed her out. What began as a gift became a curse, pulling her into a spiral of addiction, desire, and destruction. A path marked by every sin the heart can bear. Pride, gluttony, wrath, sloth, envy, greed, lust... she lived them all, wore them like a second skin, until there was nothing left but the ruin she became. Azriel saw it all-the damage, the danger, the brilliance buried beneath. And still, he stayed. She thought she was made to destroy. He knew she was made to feel. And he would wait forever to be the one she finally let in.

Theia, an Illyrian female, despises her Court. She knows of the High Lord's secret city, and the wealth that thrives there. As the poorest of a poverty stricken village, Theia is forced to keep herself and her mother alive. Working two jobs and coming home to a dilapidated cabin, she runs thin. Nyx, the Heir of the Night Court, had taken interest in her during his residency at the Windhaven war camp. He pushes himself into her life after being scolded about his privilege. Theia refuses to accept his pity, but can't seem to stay away from his continuous offers. Nyx x OC A Court of Thorns and Roses story.

LUCIENNA VANSERRA WAS THE YOUNGEST CHILD OF THE AUTUMN COURT HIGH LORD. She was born sickly, despised by her mother, her brothers filling the hole she left. Her path crosses with a night court spymaster once she is grown. Lucienna Vanserra was prepared to face the consequences once their mating bond snapped in place. Azriel x OC Female || All Rights Reserved ||

!!UNDER CONSTRUCTION!! 'I can think of another way for you to warm me up' I whispered, my hands running down his chest as i pulled him closer towards me. He raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. 'Are you sure?' He asked me, walking us over to the railings of the tower, the whole world looking tiny from up here. I nodded. His hands roughly grabbed the tops of my thighs, lifting me up so that i was sat on the top rail, dangerously close to falling if he didn't hold me. He held so much power over me, and i loved it. 'Do you trust me?' He smirked, the cold air hitting my back as he kissed my neck. After a nasty breakup with Cedric Diggory, Kaylee finds herself in a whole new situation, what will happen when she trips straight into Fred Weasleys life?

➥COMPLETED ❝Fred Weasley! You're such a pain in the arse!❞, she yelled, throwing her hands up furiously, but he just smirked with the usual mischievous sparkle in his warm eyes, as he bowed slowly down to her, his face merely inches away from Lynnea's. ❝I know, Bailey, I know. But I could be all yours forever.❞ ootp - dh highest ranking: #2 in fanfiction #1 in fredweasley

Althea Lestrange is the youngest daughter of the infamous and murderous Bellatrix Lestrange, whom she never had the chance to know due to her imprisonment in Azkaban. As a result, she's forced to live her entire life with her aunt Walburga though that doesn't take away from her time at Hogwarts, of course. A Slytherin, naturally, she spends her days balancing boring classes and pranks with her group of friends, earning herself the well-deserved nickname Troublemaker. But does that remind you of someone? Maybe a red-haired boy? Named George? Add in a little family secret and a power to hide, and there you have it!