"Pinky promise me that you won't be a dick to people who don't deserve it." "That's a bit juvenile, don't you think?" Jamie tried to deflect, but she pinned him to his spot with a glare, her outstretched hand unwavering. "Tartt," "Fine." He wrapped his pinky around hers, and she pretended as if she felt nothing under his touch. "Promise." 「☺ ☺ ☺ 」 season 1 - 3

1/2 A rumor about Margot Black (or y/n) and Mattheo Riddle sleeping together when in reality, they hated each other with a passion and wanted to be as far away from each other as they could. Margot Black, a sixth year Slytherin who had suffered the tragic loss of her father, Sirius Black, and was taken into the hands of Bellatrix Lestrange. Mattheo Riddle, a sixth year Slytherin who'd come to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry because he was a burden to his father, Voldemorts plans. What happens when Margot shows the boy who she despises most her true feelings and him what he's really hiding behind all that stubbornness? ⚠️⚠️Warnings: - Trauma - Abuse - Death - Violence - Harsh Language - Smut - SA - Drinking/Alcohol - Drugs - Overdose I did NOT create the character Mattheo Riddle. The creator is Yasmine Amaro. The Harry Potter characters belong to JKR. #3 Mattheo Riddle 11/22/22🏅 #2 Mattheo Riddle Fanfic 12/27/22🏅 #1 Tom Riddle Smut 04/18/23🏅

❝ what if i was your husband? would that make you feel this way? ❞ © -𝐜𝐱𝐥𝐱𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐉𝐎𝐄𝐘 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒

❝ Today is BUILT on TRAGEDIES which NO ONE wants to FACE NIGHTMARES to HUMANITIES and morally DISGRACED ❞ [ richie tozier x oc ] [it 2017] - in which we watch as an unfiltered girl and a trashmouth fall in love while amidst a clown attempting to kill them. - highest rank ; 221 in fanfiction. - i claim nothing except the mills. - previously known as 'brace face' - started: october 23rd, 2017 completed: january 8th, 2018

𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠? 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝, 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐬𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞? 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝟏 ~ 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝟐 ~ 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝟑 ~ 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 (process of editing) Highest Ranks #1 selenagomez #1 evie #1 mal #1 evilqueen #1 auradon

He was the Prince who wanted to be free. She was a thief. They both lived in a city of ruins and rebirth of a long ago civilization that got destroyed by pettiness and power-hungry men. In the shadows of history doomed to repeat itself, the street rat and the prince must band together to save what little world they have left, before the sands of time run out. **Excerpt** She yelped in shock, completely unprepared for him to be kissing her. His lips were warm and soft against hers and although he was holding her face he wasn't hurting her, just holding her. His kiss was filled with a burning passion, leaving them stumbling until Jaz hit a wall. His hands traveled down her body, settling on her hips and he pulled her closer. Jaz was out of breath as her hands involuntarily ran down his perfectly sculpted chest. This is wrong, a voice whispered in her head. Then why am I still kissing him? She felt her body reacting to his touch, reaching for him, pulling him towards her as much as he was for her. One of his hands traced back up her bare waist and tangled his fingers in her hair while his other hand roamed to her back, tracing the hem of her pants while his hand ran back and forth over her lower back. She felt the feeling in her stomach grow white hot and burn inside her leaving no room for rational thought. She wrapped her arms around his chest, fingers tracing the scars on his back. Her fingers were light as the ran up and down his spine. A deep, low noise came from his chest and he pulled on her lip, opening her mouth to deepen their kiss. She moved her hands up to his face, palms running over the stubble he hadn't yet shaven, and reaching up to mess up his hair. It was so soft between her fingers. Her eyes opened as his mouth trailed to the curve of her jaw and neck, his hand moving from her hair to hold the side of her neck, his thumb resting at the curve of her collarbone. This has gone too far, she thought.

"Still can't believe your engaged to my brother." "Oh, come on! I can keep a relationship!" "Adam, you didn't even keep your pet turtle alive for two hours." In which Aspen Johnson and Adam Davenport are planning the wedding of their dreams while fighting off new enemies. Started: November 20, 2017 at 12:58 AM Finished: July 5, 2018 {Season 3}

❝𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐭❞ -- 𝐫.𝐡. 𝐬𝐢𝐧 book 1 julie and the phantoms / luke patterson season 1 - ??? LePlum © 2020

Book 2 Everyone knew the story of the Boy Who Lived. But many weren't familiar with the story of the Girl Who Knitted. Eleanor Ross knitted her way to victory, her knitted garments protected those who fought against the Dark Lord and his followers, and to think it all started with a prank. Back in their fifth year of Hogwarts, Fred and George Weasley attempted to unleash one of their pranks on the unsuspecting Hufflepuff, and when it failed, they were determined to figure out how Eleanor deflected every single one of their attempts. They discovered so much more. George discovered that knitting posed an actual threat. Fred discovered that behind the innocent knitting was a fearless badger ready to fight. Eleanor discovered that she fell in love with a boy who smelled like gunpowder and cinnamon. The war might have been over, but the adventure was far from it. Book One: Tightly Knit Book Two: Gunpowder and Cinnamon Book Three : TBA

"The prophecy states that when the king lays eyes on his gift, he'll know in an instant. Power will wash over him as well as things he's never felt before. Adoration, wonder." Who would've assumed that heavens little angel was The King Of Hells soulmate? - King of hell!Tom x Angel!Reader