"𝘐𝘯 𝘙𝘦𝘮𝘶𝘴' 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘚𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘶𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵... 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘙𝘦𝘮𝘶𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴." What the fuck is this 🧍🏻‍♀️ Sirius transferred from a prestigious school for wealthy kids after getting into trouble. He soon makes friends with the Mauraders but starts to take a liking to one in particular who doesn't seem interested in him. This fanfic will have cursing and smut at some point so just a heads up to people who don't feel comfortable with that. Of course, there will be warning at the beginning of each chapter for people who may be sensitive to certain things this story will contain. Someone please tell me the creator of this fanart, I'd like to give them credit. All rights for characters and stuff go to J.K. Rowling. (I'll probably change the title later)

Elinor Rowle (Eddie) hated Barty from the very first moment they met. It baffled her how this one person could get under her skin so easily, yet simultaneously make her intensely curious about him. Even though they shared the same circle of friends, they never shared a moment of peace, only endless arguments. She hated his smug smile, his penchant for creative, public humiliation, and how he could dismantle her defenses with a single sharp remark. He hated her stubborn pride, her equally vicious knack for retaliation, the way she refused to back down, and how her eyes burned as if daring him to try harder. They thought they truly hated each other, only to finally realize it was something new disguised as obsession. A demon raised in holy halls, still yearning for salvation. Will they hold hands in the grave, or burn out together on the dance floor of the living? [marauders era] [Barty Crouch Jr x oc] [enemies to obsession to lovers?]

you choke me and i can suddenly breathe. tom riddle x oc wattpad 2020 a story by @sixofghosts

I knew the moment I first kissed him, that he would condemn me, that I would drag myself through broken glass for him. I just was not sure if he would stay long enough to pull the jagged pieces out. I never imagined that instead, he would push the shards deeper. Deep down I knew it was useless, that there was no way I could change his mind, but at the very least I had to try. "I guess I was just another pawn in your game of chess," I muttered dryly, missing the way his eyes flashed crimson. He sat up and roughly grabbed my chin, forcefully tilting it up so I would look at him. "You were never a pawn," (tom riddle x oc) warnings: violence/language/deaths/mature themes/