She'd think after so long She'd would've fought all her demons. When her farther dies, it's all brought back up to the surface. Demonising herself in drugs and alcohol, to then being vanquished from school to 'heal'. She is now back for her last year, learning how to hide her pain too well, seaking revenge, drugs, and booze. What happens when Reverie Black meets Mattheo Riddle? A boy who has a traumatising past that finds comfort in substances as well as herself. Toxicity, yearning, the grief unbearable for him to hold on to. For Reverie, the grief is something she's all too familiar with, but never someone grieving her, better yet whilst she's still alive. She hides. He wants to be seen... 'She glanced at me, Seeing her out my peripheral vision, I kept my sight far, 'I didn't know that," she replied gently. A hint of sweetness to her voice I hadn't heard before. It warmed me. "How would you?" She finally sat up, mimicking my position, only her hands fell flat against the stone-cold pavement. Our air collided, bringing her eyes to meet mine finally. They held a door, slowly unlocking it, I allowed her inn, setting my eyes front.' Will they rise or crumble? : I do not own mattheo Riddle. All credits of mattheo riddle go to yasmin. Other characters not in the Harry Potters books/movies credit the creators. : All Harry Potter characters are credited to J.K Rowling. : Reverie black and Monet callaghan belong to me. 🔥 Slow burn 🔥 (Constant updates ATM)

"Fuck you." I manage to say but his grip only tightens. "I bet you would love to fuck me Rosalie, but you never will. Have you ever fucked anyone? Or are you just as pathetic as you look?" Mattheo Riddle || Enemies to lovers Rosalie Lestrange, desired, powerful, but only seen as her mother's insanity. Maybe they weren't so far off after all.

And then I said; "What was the magic word?" He rolled his eyes. "Fuck off." I raised my eyebrows, crossing my arms. I was definitely going to take advantage of this. "I'm going to kill you-" He exhaled sharply through his nose, forcing himself to shut up. If he pushed me any further, things wouldn't end well for him. He stayed quiet for a moment, biting his cheek, looking around to make sure no one would hear, then; "...Please?" he forced out. My smile widened. I leaned down and slipped back under his arm. He looked at me with pure hatred. "When I recover, I am definitely killing you, Hufflepuff girl." My jaw tightened, but I forced a smug smile. After all these years around his close friends, he still didn't know who I was. He'd never tried. "Don't worry, you won't even remember me when we meet again." But fate would deceive us, and in the worst way possible....

Mattheo gripped her wrists, not to pull her closer, but to hold her at bay. His knuckles were white. "Consider me dead." He whispered, his eyes swimming with a pain so deep it looked like drowning. "Because I would rather you hate me and be alive than love me and be buried. Next year... there is no 'us.'" He let go of her wrists as if her skin had burned him. The silence that followed was heavier than the shouting, the kind of silence that happens right after a fuse has run out, but before the world actually ends. "You're a coward." She whispered, the word hit him harder than the shove did after he had let go of her wrists. Her eyes were burning with unshed tears. "You're so fucking afraid of losing me that you're willing to get yourself killed." Mattheo flinched as if she'd slapped him. For a second, the boy she loved flickered in his eyes, longing, desperate, and terrified. Then, his expression went dead. The shutters came down, leaving him looking like a marble statue of a prince who had already lost his kingdom. "Call me whatever you want." He said, his voice terrifyingly calm. "But stay away from me. If you see me in the corridors, turn around. If I look at you, look away. From this moment on, I don't know you." He turned to leave, his cloak billowing behind him like a funeral shroud. The explosives had gone off, just like they always did between them. But this time, there was no smoke to clear, no thrill in the aftermath. There was only the smell of burnt air and the realization that Parker was standing in the middle of a ruin he had built as an attempt to keep her from harm. Ranking #1 mattheoriddle 24-02-2026 #2 slow burn 01-04-2026

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── He watches. She avoids. Isla Rosier has always been different from the rest of Slytherin, quiet where others are cruel, careful where others are reckless. She moves through Hogwarts unnoticed... until Theodore Nott, the boy who never looks away, finds her in the quiet of the library. One glance. One stolen moment. And suddenly, silence feels dangerous. Words are optional, glances speak louder than voices, and every brush of hands or shared secret threatens to unravel everything Isla has built. In a castle full of whispers, shadows, and unspoken truths, Isla must navigate desire, trust, and the fragile line between fascination and obsession. Because some connections,once made, cannot be ignored, and some hearts, once captured, refuse to let go. ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── #1 theodorenottxoc 2/19/2026 #1 ocxtheodorenott 2/19/2026 #1 theodore 3/18/2026 #1 lorenzoberkshire 3/24/2026

With the recent escape of someone's father, things start to change. Dark times approach and people are bound to take action. There are expectations to fill and last names to uphold, there are also teenagers who are forced to grow, face their terrors and find themselves. Funny how all of a sudden things turn around. Would you miss how simple your life was? Or prefer keeping what you have, no matter how complicated, hoping, just hoping for what you feel to be enough for there to be happiness in the end. Things are bound to get complicated... Harry Potter fanfiction. Draco Malfoy x OC Yes, she is a Lestrange, but they are not related. I repeat, they are NOT related.

𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥... 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳... The Malfoy's have decided it's time for Draco to settle down, eyeing the Ravenclaw pureblood he invited to their annual Christmas party. Unswayed by Draco's insistence that he and Grace are only friends, the Malfoy's and the Abbot's are in agreement: the two make a perfect match. The only issue? Draco doesn't agree, and neither does Theodore Nott.

This MAY not be a love story where love wins. This is a story about the cost of survival-about what has to be surrendered when power chooses you, and how some acts of mercy look indistinguishable from cruelty. There are moments in this story that will feel tender. You should not trust them. But that is up to you. There are promises that will sound safe. They may not be. Pay attention to what is missing, not what is said aloud. Forget-me-nots appear often. They may not be symbols of hope here. Some memories are taken. Some are given away. And some are destroyed so thoroughly that no one left behind will ever know what they lost. If you are looking for justice, you may not find it. If you are looking for comfort, you will find it in a summer beneath the trees. But you have been warned. But if you are willing to follow a girl who learns-too late-that love can be the most dangerous form of magic, then turn the page. Just remember: the kindest spells rarely feel kind at all. 18+ advised, use of drugs, alcohol and some sexual scenes further down the line though they can be shipped.

Troubled friend group who have been raised together. Built on loyalty, power, they were never ment to fall apart until pressure, dangerous loyalty's and love became to much to hide. -This will have smut!! -VERY slow burn

Attention!! Attention!! Attention!!! Oblivion is currently being: REWRITTEN REVISED REBORN REBUILT REIMAGINED REWORKED RENEWED A new version will return soon. As the author, I realized that the story has grown heavier and more complicated than the vision I originally had for it. Because of this, I've decided to revise and restructure the story, making the plot clearer, simpler, and more cinematic while still keeping the emotional depth and tragic atmosphere that defines Oblivion. This renewed version will focus more on the heart of the story-the tension, the emotions, and the journey of the characters-while some elements may be changed, removed, or rewritten to create a stronger and more cohesive narrative. Oblivion is my first and one of my most important stories, so I want to take the time to rebuild it properly. While the renewal is in progress, please look forward to my other story, Constellation, starting on March 10. Thank you for your patience and continued support. Oblivion will return soon-stronger and clearer than before.