― "You are my ruin - and my salvation." ― Lilith Vale was born different - too sharp, too cold, and far too powerful for someone so young. Raised on dark magic and haunted by her father's death, she's spent her life searching for the spell that destroyed him... and nearly took her with it. Now in her final year at Hogwarts, she wears the badge of Head Girl like a mask. To the rest of the school, she's brilliant, distant, untouchable. But underneath, Lilith is spiraling - unraveling under the weight of secrets, survivor's guilt, and a hunger for knowledge that no book seems able to satisfy. Then comes him.. Tom Riddle - charming, calculated, and dangerously intelligent. He's the only one who sees her as more than a quiet storm. And the only one whose mind she can't seem to read. He wants to know what she's hiding. She wants to know why he's watching. Their connection is a game of power and proximity. A cold war wrapped in stolen glances and veiled threats. But something dark is stirring at Hogwarts - students are disappearing, ancient symbols are resurfacing, and Lilith is getting too close to the truth. To the truth about her father. To the truth about Tom. And to the truth about herself. Because some magic isn't meant to be studied. Some obsessions aren't meant to be survived. And some love stories are written only to end in destruction. ☽｡⋆

𝐌𝐎́𝐍𝐀𝐂𝐎 | 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩, 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺, 𝘌𝘭 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵-𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥-𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝐈'𝐌 𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑: 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺 □ 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 □ 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 □ 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦 ✗ ᴛʙᴅ/ᴍᴏ́ɴᴀᴄᴏ ( ᴏᴄ ) ʟᴀ ᴄᴀsᴀ ᴅᴇ ᴘᴀᴘᴇʟ/ᴍᴏɴᴇʏ ʜᴇɪsᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴛ 𝟷&𝟸 - ? @ᴍᴏʀʙɪᴅʟʏᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇsǫᴜᴇ

He knew he was blushing; he could feel it. Boy, did he hate that. "I-I never sleep," his eyes darted away for a moment, "maybe I was thinking of all the ways I could bash your face in." Devyn glared at those jade eyes, his lip curling slightly. He pressed their bodies closer, his leg slipping between Lexin's. "If you think-" Devyn's words died from his lips as Lexin nearly whimpered, from both embarrassment and pleasure. Devyn's firm thigh was now pressed against his rock-hard dick, and he had no excuse as to why it was hard. The two stared at each other in a thick silence, Lexin's eyes wide and Devyn's unreadable. "Y-you should-" "Is this why you're up," Devyn's tone began to drop, "couldn't find a good fuck at the party?" Lexin glared and tried his best not to grind his hips forward and release some of the pain. "If I wanted to, I would have," he scowled. "Since when do you come home unsatisfied? We both know you can't keep it in your pants," Devyn's eyes stayed locked on the bruises. "Prick," Lexin hissed. Unable to stop himself, his hips pressed forward this time, his eyebrows pinching together. To his surprise Devyn pushed back. He wasn't gentle about it either as he applied the weight of his muscular thigh onto Lexin's hard on. Devyn's dark eyes flicked to his before he leaned down, brushing his lips on the shell of Lexin's ear. "You want to tell me why you're so hard, princess?" Lexin turned beat red, "Stop calling me that." "That's not an answer," Devyn slid his head down and brushed his lips over the sore hickey. ~'~ WARNING: this book has a choking and biting kink. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

Scarlett Greene hadn't spoken since she was twelve. After her Daddy was arrested for abuse when she was seventeen, she is sent to live with her Uncle Hershel. Her life gets better, but the trauma is still there. When the apocalypse begins, she takes charge to keep her family safe. What happens when a man runs across their lawn with a shot boy in his arms? Meet Rick Grimes. Unofficial leader of the group from the Quarry makes a bad call when he sent his group to the CDC, but was it really that bad? Meeting the Greene family, he is intrigued with the girl who won't speak to anyone but his kid. Follow Rick and Scarlett in surviving the walking dead. - started: dec 10, 2022 finished: feb 11, 2023

After the military bombed Atlanta, Jordyn Booker is separated from her brother and is left on her own to defend herself. Left with only a knife and the will to live. When a kind guy in a red hat, and a sheriff stumble upon her they decide to take her in. Little did she know, back at their camp would be a redneck archer that would change her life forever. Highest Rank: 3/4/24 #1 in Daryl 4/13/24 #1 in Michonne

There is no person in the world Sebastian Sallow hates more than Avelina Black. Ask Avelina and she'd say the same about him. Sebastian blames her for failing to cure his sister Anne. Avelina blames him for ever placing that burden on her in the first place. They've spent years avoiding each other-until an Azkaban escapee attacks, demanding the strange necklace Avelina wears. Her uncle, the Hogwarts headmaster, sends her on a dangerous quest to uncover why. And insists Sebastian go with her as her protector. «⋅✧⋅» Enemies to Lovers | Sebastian Sallow x OC | First person POV | Dual POV Mature content (18+). Please read the introduction for trigger warnings, themes, and additional information before diving in. Avelina: "Quite frankly, Viv, I'd rather poke my eyes out with my wand than spend an entire evening with Sebastian Sallow!" I spat, my anger flaring. "I know, I'm sorry," Viv said, looking slightly guilty. "But it'll be good for you. You don't have to talk to him, just hang out with Liam." I shook my head in disbelief. "This is the worst day ever," I muttered. "I'm not going." Sebastian: And then, a thought slid into my mind that I didn't even try to suppress. I wanted to flip her over, put her on all fours, bury myself inside her, and fuck the hell out of her until she forgot her own name. The moment the thought crossed my mind, I froze. What the fuck? No. I hate her, I mean I do still, right? «⋅✦⋅» Ratings: #1 Academicrivals #2 Sebastiansallowfanfic #4 Sebastiansallow

> "You talk too much, Niko." "Tie me up, then. Shut me up with your mouth." Niko knows he's hot - cocky smirk, inked skin, always in control. He's used to being chased, used, and worshipped. Until Lance. Lance is the last person you'd expect to ruin a bad boy. Top grades. Cold eyes. Always watching, always quiet. But underneath those soft sweaters is someone dark, dangerous, and dominant as hell. And Niko can't stop pushing. He wants to be punished. Wants to be broken. Wants Lance to finally lose that calm and grab him by the throat. > "You like acting tough, but I see it, Niko. You want to be told when to kneel." "Then fucking tell me Lance. I'll kneel. Just don't stop. Please I beg you." One insult turned into obsession. One power play turned into Niko begging for more. Now they're toeing the line between hate, lust, and something that sounds dangerously close to love. He wanted control. He got Lance.

Azalea Evans has always loved loudly-especially when it comes to Sirius Black. It's only her misfortune that he notices everyone but her. Regulus Black was raised to know exactly what was expected of him. Perfection. Until her. She wasn't supposed to matter to someone like him. But late nights and shared silences dangerously blur lines drawn in blood. The war is coming. Inevitable. And between quiet rebellions and fractured loyalties, it does what it always does- It takes. This is the story of before Before the Mark Before the cave. Before history decided who was brave and who was damned. And of those caught in between. regulusblackxoc Credit for the H.P world, and it's characters except for OCs go to J.K Rowling.

Callista Black never fit. She carved space for herself anyway, unbothered by the symmetry she ruined. She didn't care who loved her, or who didn't. She loved them all anyway. Loudly. Shamelessly. Confidently. She's the kind of person you would want gone and miss the loudest when they aren't around. Not quite a ball of sunshine. But undeniably a stubborn, aggressively affectionate, moody, and catastrophically clumsy form of entertainment. Callista Black: Daughter of Regulus Black. Tongue of Sirius Black. And a heart that, unfortunately, doesn't know when to stay out of trouble. Including a certain dragon tamer. *cough* Charlie you handsome man *cough* Life was fine, normal even, if you were merciful. Until Sirius Black broke out of prison. Everyone thought it was vengeance. Callista wondered if it was loneliness. The one where Sirius Black meets his niece. "Two Broken Misfits, broken just enough to fit right." [Charlie Weasley × Hufflepuff OC] Because - Dragons, muscles, questionable decisions and whatnot. *Slowburn, btw. Friends to Lovers because apparently I enjoy suffering. _______ The Harry Potter universe belongs to J. K. Rowling. Callista Black is mine. This story is written for fun, so you might as well enjoy it. _______ 1st May, 2026: somehow hit #1 in a few tags (remuslupin, charlieweasley, billweasley?? yeah I don't get it either)

Previously entitled "Dorfingryff" {Marauder Era} {Regulus Black} © Copyright 2026 by Lily White