show me your thorns and i'll show you hands ready to bleed. i. prisoner of azkaban - deathly hallows ii. prof remus lupin x femoc © darkvned All Rights Reserved

[BOOK ONE OF THE BLOODSONG CYCLE] In the aftermath of the Doom of Valyria, House Vahrarys-one of the last surviving dragonlord families-returns to Westeros cloaked in secrets, power, and ancient flame. Lyrah Vahrarys, sharp-tongued and untamed, is bound by duty to marry Prince Daemon Targaryen, forging a political alliance meant to tether her dragonfire to the Iron Throne. But Lyrah is no obedient bride. Forced to consummate her marriage under the eyes of the court, Lyrah endures a brutal tradition meant to strip her of autonomy and crown her a spectacle. Yet even in pain, she does not break. Daemon, reckless and unrepentant, shields her in ways no one expects-becoming both weapon and refuge as the two clash, burn, and slowly begin to understand the dangerous power in choosing one another. As whispers coil through court and old blood rises from beneath the stone, Lyrah must navigate venomous politics, a tyrannical mother, and the treacherous pull of her own heart. Bound by fire, fear, and the ghosts of Valyria, she refuses to kneel-not to kings, not to tradition, not even to love. Because some dragons were never meant to be tamed.

Harry's chicken is in her garden again. For the third time this week. "Styles!" she shout over the fence. "Your demon bird is attacking my sunflowers again!" He appears, slow and unbothered, leaning against the fencepost like he's got all the time in the world. "She's not attacking. She's exploring." "She's murdering." He grins. "Guess she's got taste." She crosses her arms. "I'll make stew." "Touch her," he says, "and I'll plow your garden flat." "Threats from a man who can't even keep a chicken home?" He looks at her, amused. "Wouldn't call her the only one sneaking over lately." And just like that, she's the one blushing redder than her poor, dying sunflowers.

In Hawkins, everyone knows Calliope Carmichael. The girl with the perfect smile. The big white house. The polished manners and effortless grace. She's kind, popular, and exactly who she's expected to be. What no one sees is how hard she works to stay that way. When strange things begin happening in Hawkins, Callie does what she's always done best-she helps. She notices. She stays. Armed with quiet intelligence, unexpected bravery, and a pair of antique swords hanging in her family's foyer, Callie finds herself drawn into a fight she never asked for... and a friendship she never planned. Steve Harrington has always been the guy everyone relies on-the protector, the babysitter, the one who takes the hits and keeps going. But as monsters close in and the people around him move on, it's Callie who sees the cracks he hides behind a smile. And somehow, without meaning to, they become each other's safe place. This is a slow-burn love story set against the chaos of the Upside Down-about being seen, choosing who you want to be, and finding home in the person who stays. Because sometimes, the quietest hearts change everything. Season One....completed Season Two....completed Season Three.... completed Season Four.... completed Season Five....completed

Y/N Y/L/N returns to Hogwarts determined to keep her head down-focus on Potions, focus on the future, focus on anything that isn't the Weasley twins wreaking havoc wherever she turns. Being a Hufflepuff has never made her soft. She's too kind to be cruel, but also too sharp-tongued to let anyone mistake her for weak. Y/N plans to survive the year untouched. Then George Weasley starts looking at her like her smile is something sacred. He doesn't mock her kindness. He doesn't treat her like she's naïve. He just keeps showing up-between classes, in Hogsmeade, in the spaces where laughter still exists even when the world is getting darker. And slowly, against her better judgement, Y/N realises the most dangerous thing about George Weasley isn't his mischief... It's his gentleness. [ Canon! PoA onwards 💛 Mature Themes | Smut ]

Cedric Diggory was golden. Effortless. Loved by everyone. His twin sister, Y/N Diggory, was something else entirely-Ravenclaw sharp, quieter, harder to know. And yet, somehow, it was George Weasley who always saw her first. What starts as passing glances and clever remarks across crowded corridors turns into something slower. Deeper. Something that lingers long after laughter fades. Love doesn't save you. But sometimes- it's the only thing that makes surviving worth it. Canon fic set from PoA | Ravenclaw x Gryffindor 💙

After the war, George Weasley moves into the small flat above Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes-alone, grieving, and determined to keep the shop running with Ron. What he doesn't expect is his new neighbor across the alley: you, a gifted healer who owns the medical and potion supply shop opposite his window. You knew each other at Hogwarts-barely. You thought he was too loud, too reckless, too Gryffindor. He thought you were too quiet to notice him. Now your bedroom windows face each other... and neither of you ever closes your curtains. It starts with harmless glances. A shirtless George after a shower that makes you choke on your tea. You healing yourself with a soft glow of magic he can't look away from. The tension builds-slow, sweet, unbearable-until one revelation in your shop's back room becomes a desperate first kiss that unravels both of you. He's broken. You're guarded. But between open windows, whispered nights, and shared healing, you might just learn how to save each other. But what happens when something begins brewing again? [ Post Hogwarts Battle | Mature, Smut | Characters are 18+ in this fic !! 💜🤎 ]

TRIGGER WARNING Sequel to Forbidden Alliances. "I'm hurting too! I lost my baby too!" he screamed in defense. "I am trying, Love. I am. It hurts, every day I wake up, right. It fucking hurts to 'ave to see you like this. It hurts, but I ain't sitting here feeling sorry for myself!" "You don't get it," she said regretfully, shaking her head and backing away in disbelief. "I don't fucking care anymore, Alfie," she cried, deepening her voice as the tears glistened in her eyes. "I can't do it anymore. I'm too fucking tired..." "So you're just gonna sit in that fucking windowsill for the rest of your miserable fucking life?! Cry and snivel at every passing carriage on the street? Cringe and flinch when I try to touch you?" His words were like the dullest of knives. With each word, it was as if he were driving the blunt metal into her, ripping her rather than slicing her, tearing and torturing her with every enunciation. "Why are you allowed to mourn but it's too fucking hard for you to let me?! Going to the courts, talking about what happened... Everyone walking down the street will know every gory detail of my own personal purgatory! That is mine! Mine! I'm not obligated to expose and defile what is mine for the whole world to see because of some false allegations against women I don't know and some dirty fucking dollar signs!" "Wot's 'appened to you?" Alfie asked coldly, shaking his head and cringing at the sight of her. "Some fucking feminist, eh? Some selfless fucking activist." "It was my baby, Alfie! My miscarriage! My hell! Mine! Not yours! Not theirs! Mine!" "You can't keep using him as an excuse to sit here while the world spins 'round. You're not allowed to act like he is some fucking reason to just let the earth swallow you 'ole, becoz let me be the one to tell you right fucking now! Life ain't gonna stop moving forward for some bloody woman 'oo can't get over the fact that the things worth fightin' for are the most painful!"

Read this book if you want to f-k Tommy Shelby. You're Billy Kimber's daughter. You've been accused of stealing the Peaky Blinders' shipment of guns. And now you're forced to work with Tommy Shelby to solve the mystery of who's framing your father, and who wants to see the Peaky Blinders go down. Tommy always gets what he wants. And soon enough, he wants you. Enemies to lovers. Will get spicy in the future. Kimber Cinematic Universe - KCU Previous book: Kimber's Daughter

"I know you are a man who has lost a great deal, Mr. Shelby. And I know that fear is the only language you think Birmingham speaks. But I have spent ten years with the Sisters; your shadows don't frighten me nearly as much as the thought of a child going without a coat tomorrow." She is a woman of cloth and conviction. He is a man of lead and whiskey. Mabel is the lead teacher at the Grace Shelby Institute, a place built on the sins of the Shelby family. She isn't under any illusions about who pays her wages; she's seen the blood on the notes. But while the rest of Small Heath trembles at the click of iron-shod heels in the night, Mabel simply keeps her needle moving. When Thomas Shelby wanders into her classroom at two in the morning, he's looking for the silence his own mind refuses to give him. Instead, he finds a woman who refuses to be his victim or his devotee. To Tommy, she is a sanctuary he doesn't deserve. To Mabel, he is a soul that no amount of prayer can fix-but that doesn't mean she won't try. A story of faith, fire, and the mending of a man who thought he was beyond repair.