𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 ♚ Mattheo Riddle is drowning in legacy, addiction, and orders written in blood. ♚ When the Romanov twins transfer to Hogwarts, everything shifts. Irina is cold, silent, and calculating. Ilya is controlled, sharp, and burning beneath restraint. ♚ Both want Mattheo. Neither plans to lose. ♚ In a world of pureblood politics, dark magic, and inherited violence, desire is dangerous, and love is leverage. ♚ started: 1/03/2026 completed:

Ivory Celeste Nott was never meant to be soft. Born to a Death Eater father and a Grindelwald mother, Ivory's fate was written in darkness long before she could speak. Raised in a crumbling manor full of silence and spells, she learned to guard her mind before her heart ever stood a chance. At Hogwarts, she's not like the other Slytherins - not loud, not cruel, just cold. Controlled. Feared. The perfect weapon of a cursed legacy. But then there's Mattheo Riddle - arrogant, clever, dangerous. A boy born from the same war-torn bloodlines. A rival who sees past her armor. A mirror she never asked for. They clash like fire and ice, always circling, always resisting - until hatred begins to burn into something far more dangerous. Because when you're born into darkness... Sometimes, the only person who can see you is someone just as broken

he was struggling with the grip of darkness held onto him she was struggling with her own darkness but somehow he saw her.. and how we wanted to fix her so somehow he felt fixed "forever and always?" she asked him "always and forever" he told her wiping her tears and he kissed her head this book may contain substance abuse, trauma physically and mentally, mentions of death, self harm and depression, violence, please read with caution the first 10 or so chapters it introducing all of this so their may be a lot so please if you read be careful because i dont want to be a reason for anyone falling back into a place that they may have faught to get out of this is basically a venting book tbh so all my feelings or thoughts just get thrown in here i suppose..

𝐸𝑛 𝑙𝑎 𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔í𝑎 𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑔𝑎 "𝑇𝒉𝑒𝑜" (𝑡𝒉𝑒ó𝑠) 𝑠𝑒 𝑢𝑠𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑒 𝑎 𝑢𝑛 𝐷𝑖𝑜𝑠 𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑚𝑖 𝑑𝑖𝑜𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑛 𝑝𝑜𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑠... 𝐴𝑢𝑛𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑚𝑏𝑖é𝑛 𝑝𝑢𝑒𝑑𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑒 𝑜 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑠𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑜 𝑎𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑡𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑎 𝑙𝑎 𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑎 𝘚𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘶 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘻 𝘰 𝘋𝘪𝘰𝘴 𝘘𝘶𝘦 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳í𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳? 𝘓𝘢𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘻𝘢 𝘯𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘫𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦 𝘺 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘥𝘳í𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘨𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘳 𝘋𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘦ñ𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘻𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘪𝘱𝘰 𝘚𝘪 𝘱𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘣𝘢𝘴, ¿𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘰 𝘦𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘶 𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘢? 𝘚𝘪 𝘭𝘢 𝘭𝘶𝘻 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘢...¿𝘝𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘳í𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵rar

"Why don't you just leave me alone?" I spit at him, the anger laced in my voice angered him and I loved it. I watched as he clenched his jaw, staring at me as his eyes darkened; walking up to me, soon towering over me making me realize how small I was under him. "Because," he tilted his head, walking me back up against the stone wall, my back slamming against it, sending a shock down my body. "You're the only girl that doesn't beg on their knees for me," he leaned closer to me, his breath fanning my face, his curly hair brushing against my forehead. Suddenly his hand pounced onto my neck, tightly grabbing it, causing me to let out a loud gasp. I brought both of my hands to cover his, but he was much stronger than me-and watching him watch me struggle, I noticed a wicked grin crawl onto his face. He leaned in closer, his lip brushing against my ear, and I feel him smirk. "And it fucking infuriates me." All Rights Reserved to jegulusarcturus on Wattpad. Copyrighted 2021 best ranks #1 in spice #55 in hp #41 in draco malfoy #38 in harrypotterfanfic

𝐰𝐚𝐫 rages louder than their silence, and still, six children of ancient bloodlines sharpen themselves into blades for the dark lord, they kill because they must and harden because they have to. they are cold, ruthless, and feared. but every act of violence leaves a crack in the armor they have built around their souls learning quickly that the greatest danger isn't the enemy in front of them, but what lingers after. 𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 bleeds softness she cannot scrub away, even as she learns to make herself a weapon. mattheo riddle carries shadows in his veins, born of a legacy too dark to outrun. draco malfoy fractures under the weight of his name, while theodore nott drowns in silence no one else can hear. daphne greengrass burns brightest before she lets others see her fall, but lorenzo berkshire will follow her into any fire. 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 they are unstoppable, but alone they are breaking, their names will fade from the mouths of the living, but history will remember them differently, a title forged in shadow and despair: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐱 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 ✦ 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 ✦ mid-war, seventh year // friends to lovers this story contains 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 themes surrounding suicide, and the psychology behind homicide-suicide 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

"stay. even if you don't mean it. even if it kills us both." you carry a name soaked in blood. he carries a hunger he can't name. what starts as a mistake becomes a tether neither of you know how to cut. trust is dangerous. desire is worse. and king's dominion has never tolerated loose ends. marcus lopez arguello/reader ♰ originally posted on ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/64809976 rated explicit. content warnings inside.

Six rulers of Slytherin. One blood witch. A house full of secrets. And no one's getting out clean. Serena Deveraux was never meant to return to Hogwarts. Expelled for blood magic. Vanished for four years. Now she's back at Hogwarts-with war on her heels and two boys who could ruin her. One touches her like she's holy. The other like he wants to watch her burn. And the worst part? She wants both. Theo is the calm. The quiet. The safe. Mattheo is chaos. Fire. Everything she shouldn't want-but craves anyway. Caught between prophecy, blood, and betrayal, Serena must choose who to trust-before she loses herself completely. Because the girl they sent away? She's dead. And what came back wants revenge. Two boys. One war. And a witch made of something far more dangerous than magic.

𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫 feels the future on her skin, hears it in whisper through her veins and sees it burn behind her eyelids. but knowing what's coming has never saved her. not from the darkness blooming inside her like poison. not from the shadows of evan rosier's legacy. and certainly not from herself. 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 has known elle since they were young and vowed to always protect her, even if that meant putting his life on the line for the girl he loves. he would do it over and over again. but as the year passes, the girl he once knew seems to shatter right as he manages to feel her in his palms. how far would you go for love? as a war brews and bloodlines rot from the inside out, elle's visions drag her deeper into secrets that could change everything. under the skin she's so desperate to keep human, something terrible is waiting to break free. 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 friends to lovers // psychopath x m.r ✦480,000+ words 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠 𝐮𝐬𝐞, 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 1 in #evanrosier 11/09

(verb.) to be afraid of : expect with alarm "she was a storm, sudden; powerful; violent; devastating; and utterly magnificent."