― "I love you more than life itself," ― Althea Potter had always been a light. Where James burned wild and reckless, she glowed warm and steady, drawing people in with her laughter, her kindness, and her stubborn belief that everyone carried a spark worth loving. She was the sister who brightened shadows, the girl who never let anyone feel unseen. Regulus Black, on the other hand, was born of shadows. Cold where she was warm, distant where she was tender, sharp where she was soft-he was a boy sculpted by duty, drowning beneath the weight of a name that demanded silence, obedience, sacrifice. They were opposites, orbiting each other in disdain. She saw him as cruel and unfeeling, and he saw her as naïve and foolish. Yet the world has a way of binding the unwilling, and war makes strange companions of enemies. Slowly, through whispered arguments and stolen glances, Althea discovered the boy beneath the mask, and Regulus found himself yearning for the light he had spent his life rejecting. But love in times of war is fragile. It does not always save. Sometimes it destroys, quietly, beautifully, tragically. And when the end came-as it always would-they both learned that hatred can turn to love, and love can burn into something fiercer still. Something unshakable. Something eternal. Something that could only be called devotion. ☽｡⋆

Boys Of Tommen Fanfiction

❝ 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝. ❞ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡.. Evan Buckley adopts a daughter and they both heal each others inner child. S2: ✅ 911 S2- TBD OC X OC.

❝ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. ❞ season 2 - season 5 Sweetpea x OC.

'It felt like a burning moment that our hatred really blew up into a sea of fire. "You really think just because he wants you that it makes you bulletproof? I can touch you Octavia, I can hurt you and I can definitely fucking kill you" A Mattheo Riddle Fanfic. Enemies to Lovers. Octavia Garcilazo, a Slytherin who has the wits to have any man at the palm of her hand, but a family to shatter her before she was able to love herself. If only she knew they lived the same life, in two hated minds. I own the characters Octavia, Vincent, Camille, Thomas, Skye, Alessandro, Valina, Nadia, Noah, and Angelo. #1 Slytherin #3 Hogsmeade #1 Pansy #2 Riddles #1 Blaise Zabini

My chest exploded with excitement, his words making me clench my thighs together. Mattheo shoved his knee between my legs making me gasp, his touch finally returned to my body. "Don't do that." I squeezed my thighs around his thigh, making him groan. "Fuck Aurora." Mattheo rasped. I rolled my hips against him, a strangled moan escaping my lips. "You're pretty fucking pathetic." Mattheo spat releasing my neck, his hand moved down my chest, filling my stomach with anticipation. "You're really that needy?" Mattheo asked. His fingers brushed over my clit making me squeeze my eyes shut, holding back a moan. CONTAINS DRUGS/ SEXUAL CONTENT/VIOLENCE/TOXIC RELATIONSHIP Highest rankings #1 in Blaise zabini #4 in Mattheo Riddle #1 in Riddle #2 in kink #1 in book #9 in knifeplay #1 in hookup #2 in wizard #2 in wizarding world #1 in Ron Weasley

Emerson Wilmore was an exemplary Ravenclaw student, known for her unwavering dedication to academics and an unyielding moral compass. However, things took a twisted and deviated turn in her life after her boyfriend, Cedric Diggory, was murdered by Lord Voldemort during the Triwizard Tournament. Now, in her Fifth-Year at Hogwarts, she is trying to navigate through her overwhelming and mind-numbing grief. Unexpectedly for Emerson, she finds herself caught in an unwanted storm of chaos that is brought by Mattheo Riddle, the Slytherin son of the man who destroyed her entire world. With his rebellious yet enigmatic, bad-boy attitude, Mattheo is everything that Emerson despises. For Mattheo however, he cannot help but be drawn to the perfect and unblemished Ravenclaw. Despite her palpable disdain for Mattheo, an unusual interest flickers. As he tries to unravel the mystery of the girl in any shape or form he can attempt, their hostile exchanges finally burn into a magnetic connection. Amid their blinding animosity towards each other, the two slowly start to discover that the line between love and hate is precariously thin, a line that they both find terrifying to cross. #1 slowburn #2 enemies to lovers #4 Mattheoriddle #2 harrypotter

!!CURRENTLY UNDER EDITING!! "You're not how I remember you." Theodore mumbled, loud enough for it to hang in the cigarette-smoke-infused air between us, but quiet enough for just the two of us to hear. It was heavier than the smoke, maybe heavier than the fallen expression on his face, but I didn't want to test that. "I've just..." I shifted, crossing one leg over the other, fingers twisting the silver ring on my middle finger. "... changed." His gaze lingered on me for a beat too long before he looked away, tapping ash neatly into a tray. "You really have changed," he murmured, almost to himself. I raised a brow, my fidgeting stuttering just slightly. "Is that supposed to be a compliment?" His shoulders rose and fell in a faint shrug, plastering a face of nonchalance. "Not sure yet." --- A dual POV story in which Aliyah Riddle and Theodore Nott find love amongst all the hardships of fighting for their life, for love, and even going behind all they have been convinced is right. WARNINGS: - descriptions of eating disorders (anorexia nervosa) - depression - intensive emotional detail - descriptions of self-harm (only for a few scenes) - alcohol and drug consumption - smoking - SMUT / sexual and mature scenes - friends to lovers trope - slow burn love trope - war - descriptions of blood, gore, and violence - hospitalization - mature topics and jokes - addiction - anxiety and panic attacks - mature / explicit / inappropriate language ( cussing, cursing ) - grief PLEASE REMEMBER THAT THIS IS PURE FICTION AND ONLY FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES --- Most Impressive Rankings: #1 cursing #1 fancast #2 lorenzo zurzolo #6 unexpected --- 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝: November 24, 2023 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝: February 27, 2024

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

― "You feel like sin in my veins." ― Elara Black was born into a name that demanded greatness and offered nothing in return. A daughter of the Noble House of Black, Elara learned early that observation was power-and that everything, given enough patience, could be reduced to something understandable. She cared for patterns. For control. For the delicate, intricacies of magic itself - its limits, its mutations... its monsters. Creatures did not lie. They did not pretend. They simply were. So when she uncovered the secret of Remus Lupin - she did not tell. She studied. He was an inconsistency. And Elara Black had always been drawn to inconsistencies. Remus Lupin fascinated her in a way she could not stand. Elara Black unsettled him in a way he did not understand What began as a calculated act of blackmail became something far more dangerous - late nights, controlled experiments, whispered theories, and a tension that simmered just beneath the surface. Because Elara didn't just want to understand the wolf. She wanted to understand the boy. And in that understanding, there was desire, sharp as a scalpel, precise as a blade. And in the space between cruelty and curiosity, something began to unravel - something neither of them quite understood, where control fractured into something deeper, something darker, till there was no line left between subject and observer. Only the slow, inevitable dissection of them both. ☽｡⋆