Harry Potter always thought that life following the war would be worth living. However, six months after the Battle of Hogwarts, Harry finds himself overwhelmed with violent grief and an unwanted PTSD diagnosis. Exhausted, Harry seeks to be the teenager that he should have been, attending Hogwarts parties, meeting new friends, and discovering his sexuality. When Ministry documents leak the possibility of a hidden Horcrux in an alternate reality, Harry realizes that he never will find peace. Paranoia brings back dangerous old habits, and Harry is determined to end any chance of Voldemort's return if it's the last thing he does. In a freak accident, Harry finds himself on Earth's Echo, a seemingly perfect reality that has never been touched by Voldemort. The only problem: Draco Malfoy is unapologetically in love with him. It's a problem that Harry is willing to overlook if it means he never has to go back to the miserable life he was living - until he realizes that there's much more to this so-called perfect reality than it seems, and it sends Harry deeper into the universe than he ever wanted to be.

Back at Hogwarts for his eighth year, Draco is offered the opportunity of a lifetime: the chance to enter a prestigious potion competition and maybe salvage his future. The only catch? He has to work with Potter. After everything they've been through, asking for Potter's help seems like Draco's worst nightmare. But as they struggle to heal old wounds, Draco begins to question everything he thought he knew about himself and about the boy who won't stop staring at him with those terrible green eyes.

"You feel like everything," Harry murmured against his mouth. "Like I've been waiting to come back to this my whole life without knowing what this even was." Draco clutched him tighter, almost angrily, "You don't get to say things like that." "Why not?" "Because I want to believe them and I don't believe in things Harry, because if i do, I never let them go." Harry looked into those stormcloud eyes, those long lashes, that mouth now kiss-bruised and honest,"Then don't." It happened in the middle of a duel. Anger flaring, magic surging, a spark too wild to control. One second, they were rivals. The next-they'd swapped scars. Harry Potter now wears the Dark Mark. Draco Malfoy bears the lightning bolt. What starts as confusion spirals into something deeper-because the scars aren't just physical. They pulse. They react. And as Harry and Draco are forced into a quarantine to contain the magical forces that go out of control every time they get far. This isn't a love story. Not at first. This is a story of fear, of inherited pain. Of enemies who share more than they ever meant to. Of skin that remembers, and touch that transforms. Never expect more than survival. Never expect the scars to disappear. Until maybe-just maybe-they do. Because when the line between hate and longing blurs, When scars fade with every truth told- What's left is something terrifying. Something real. Something like love. I dont own any of the harry potter characters, i just sort of make it into a bit more gay porno with a great plot! x Caution x This story begins with unresolved trauma, magical scars, emotional repression, and unspoken desire. It may seem like enemies with too much tension-but trust the process. The arc is slow, tender, and ultimately redemptive. Trigger warnings: • smut • Emotional intimacy • Lgbtq themes • Slow-burn romance • Canon-typical angst

Draco has become an outcast after the war. With his father in Azkaban and his mother dead, he's left on his own. With Harry's flat being the only place he knew, he turns up at his doorstep with nowhere else to go, desperate for a roof over his head.

Havens home for boys...a boarding school tucked away in the dark streets of London... Where each boy is different, with their own curse, power and differences. With nekos, incubus,' mind readers, werewolf's and vampires... - "Open..." Adorjan whispered slowly, letting his finger slip into my mouth, as he gagged me gently, before Declan slowly slipped inside me. I glanced over only to find the twins in their own world of pleasure. - When Kalon finally finds a place where he feels safe and at peace. Will he be the one to ruin it all? What happens when he finds out who's place he took? This book is a open relationship, poly, supernatural MATURE book. Was removed at 500k

Tara shifted slightly in his lap, her arms still wrapped around Lucien's broad shoulders, cheek pressed against the curve of his neck. The silence of her room was a kind of lullaby, warm and full. "You're such a dirty dog," she mumbled against his skin, voice lazy and teasing. Lucien's body rumbled with a laugh - low and pleased - before he pulled back slightly to look down at her. "You say that like it's a bad thing." She squinted at him playfully. "It is. You sneak into my room, bite me, sniff me like some possessed bloodhound..." He smirked. "Don't forget carry you around like a princess." Tara flicked his chest with her finger. "A princess who's seriously considering buying a leash. Maybe even one with spikes." Lucien's eyes sparked with mischief as he leaned in closer, their noses nearly touching. "Promise?" She rolled her eyes but couldn't stop the grin tugging at her lips. "You are incorrigible." "You're the one who keeps letting me in," he whispered, voice feather-light. "Maybe you like your bad dog after all." ____ "Say it," he commanded. She glared, blood trickling from the bite, her body shaking with defiance. "You want me to call you Alpha?" she spat. "Fine." Gothic. Haunted. Disappearing people. And a mansion that breathes. When Tara Lumin's parents buy a forgotten Gothic mansion in the eerie town of Atmani, she and her three boys-Dorian Vexley, Milo Ashbourne, and Pete Thornefield-move in expecting a fresh start. What they get is something... else. Something is wrong with Atmani. The townspeople act like they've seen ghosts. Some deny ever knowing people who vanished just weeks ago. There are names scratched out of yearbooks, family photos with missing faces, and screams in the woods no one investigates. She leaned forward, eyes blazing. "Alpha of assholes. King of mutts. God of rabid mongrels." His grin widened - like her fight only made her more perfect. "That's my girl," he purred. ---

A prophecy followed Dmitri Volkov like a curse. It claimed he carried the soul of Olkov, the first vampire, a creature so ancient that even legends faltered when speaking his name. Dmitri never cared for prophecies, but the world did. His parents feared what lived in him. His people bowed to him. One wrong look from him could decide who survived the night. Still, there was a truth he never admitted. He wanted the bond his kind had lost. The kind of love that could break an immortal in half and rebuild him. He mocked it when he saw it in others, but he longed for it in silence. He sat hidden in the darkest corner of his Russian club, bourbon sharp on his tongue, bass shaking the floor under his boots. The room pulsed with heat and sin, but none of it touched him. Then it came. A scent. Soft. Warm. Alive. It hit him so hard his chest tightened. His guards tensed as he sat forward, hair falling from his face. The noise faded. The crowd blurred. He followed the scent like it pulled him by the spine. A voice followed it. Gentle. Shy. Tinged with irritation. It slid through the room and wrapped around him like a tether. His eyes found her. Red hair cascading to her waist. Golden skin lit up by the neon glow. A camera at her side. She stood in a world she did not belong to, unaware of the predator watching her from the shadows. He begged her to turn. She did. Their eyes met, and her soft gasp shattered something inside him. For the first time in centuries, Dmitri Volkov felt his dead heart try to wake. * I DO NOT OWN THE PICTURE *

Killian didn't think life would get much worse... That was until he busted a kids nose and was suspended from his PhD program. And maybe it was luck, or God looking out for his tortured soul, because who knew something so good could come from something so terrible. Killian met James. James met Killian. The rest was semantics.

Daria Cole never expected her quiet high-school tutor partner to return as the new Mafia King of New York. Nico Costa. Bigger. Colder. Tattooed. And looking at her like she's the only softness he'll ever touch. She thinks they're just friends. He knows better. "Say the word," he murmured against my neck, "and I'll ruin any man who thinks he can touch what's mine." A soft, innocent girl. A very dangerous man. Five years of tension ready to explode. A Dark Romance #1 Sunshinexgrump (Dec 15th) #1 bwwm (Dec 17th) #1 mafiaboss (Dec 17th) #1 yearn (Dec 18th) First Book : Kill For Her Book Two : Enzo Wow! You guys have been showing so much love! Thank you! Trigger warning: This story contains sexual content and mature themes. Reader discretion is advised.

❝ 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶... 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. ❞ ╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 you, the jewel of the school, and uninterested in love, enters a fake dating agreement with Satoru Gojo, the prince of the school, only to find yourself caught in something far more intense. ౨ৎ 𝘚𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘶 𝘎𝘰𝘫𝘰 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳! SEXUAL CONTENT!