It's 7th year, months past the Battle of Hogwarts which marked the end of the Second Wizarding War. And now, it's time to go back. Everyone is looking forward to a quiet final year of Hogwarts, now that You-Know_Who is gone. However, a new student at Hogwarts creates waves. She's more than anyone expected, or maybe... Less? And when Harry receives a request for help from none other than Draco Malfoy, nothing will turn out quite as expected. From dances to danger, (although they're one and the same) read this 7th year AU. ***I own no characters or settings. They belong to beloved Queen JK Rowling. ***No artwork I use will be mine. I'll specify if it is. ***I DO own a healthy sense of house pride.

Quinnsley Waters is a girl who has an anything-but-ordinary life, but not necessarily in a good way. She's set the walls up so high around herself, it's a wonder that even her best friend can get through. Aleksandr Farrow has the life of a king. He looks the best, he's treated as the best, and as the Alpha's son, he believes he is the best. He doesn't care about anyone or anything, and nobody thought to tell him any differently, except for one special girl. Lupus Hollow is too small for anything BUT coincidences, and just one is necessary for hugely different worlds to collide.

Mitch Grassi is 21 years old and living his dream as an up-and-coming singer/songwriter. It's been too long since the name "Scott Hoying" crossed his mind. He doesn't even remember it. Scott is 22 and the youngest CEO ever of Modest Eternal. But, he's burning out and he struggles to remember why he came out to LA to do this, abandoned the love of his life. So, how would they react when they're put together for a collaboration? How will Mitch react when Scott punches one of his closest friends? Will everything they've built come between them, or will Scott say the two words, "I'm Sorry"?

Everybody has always seen Uriah Pedrad as a happy-go-lucky guy, one that you could always count on for a good joke to make you feel better. Uriah, one of the greatest initiates in his group. But, what if there was a side to him that people didn't know? One that wasn't happy, one that suffered?

Scomiche, Troyler, Phan smutty one-shots, some may possibly be a few chapters. Feel free to suggest. Here you are, devil spawn. ***Warning: Contains boyxboy in EVERY CHAPTER, possible BDSM, body negativity, self-harm, depression...

Mitch is 21 years old, and just trying to make enough of a living in the cold heart of LA to support himself and his little brother. Scott is a lonely billionaire that has been off the scene since the tragedy that closed him off. One fateful and heartbreaking night will bring the two of them together. What will it take for them to stay that way?

Set in the 1940s, during WWII Mitch Grassi is a household name, absolutely. Everyone knows him, everyone LOVES him, except the government. Being fully out AND a Jew, Mitch's extermination is of the essence. Scott Hoying, Aryan pureblood. His whole life, he has been raised under anti-Semitic and closed-minded ideals. To his family, Mitch Grassi is an abomination in more ways than one. But to Scott? Well, Scott just wants to find solace in music. Fat chance. When Nazi Germany takes a desperate turn for the worst, can Scott shake clear the fog of his upbringing? Will Mitch be able to survive the Nazis' dire attempts to exterminate him? Will he be able to show Scott the beauty he never saw in the world? Will Scott be able to wish upon a fallen star, to save one? *Currently on hold while I start a new project. If I see interest in the story, I will pick it back up sooner.*

Scott and Mitch were an open flame that burned bright. But, all the circumstances surrounding their secret relationship caused the fire to burn out too quickly. Read to witness the letters exchanged begging for forgiveness, for understanding, for sincerity.

You're gone, Mitch. Gone. Well, not technically, but gone in my eyes. It's all my fault, and I'm sorry. But, no matter how hard I try, will I ever be able to fix this? I doubt it, but this is my shot. My last, futile, worthless, hopeless, shot in the dark. When I think about it like this, it sounds like some sickly sappy romance. But, no Mitch. This isn't pretend, not a fantasy love story. This is your life and I am trying to get you back. Please. Please, come back, Mitch. Please come back.