[Y/N] has been friends with Hitoshi since childhood. They've always gotten along, to the point of almost being inseparable. However, every since attending UA, they're relationship has withered. Maybe its because [Y/N] developed feeling for their best friend. Along with dealing with a story only told through dreams. Wait, not dreams. Try nightmares. But can Hitoshi fix this? *Hitoshi is in 1A in this, and i'm terrible at descriptions* < apart of a trilogy of mha fanfics, this being first to the story > < started January 29, 2019 > < ended June 16th, 2019 > <bonus chapters, completed august 20th, 2021> < All characters are property of Kohei Horikoshi, all that I own is my writing >

"Please just talk to me" the broken boy pleaded. No one at U.A had ever heard you utter a single word so how what would come when the both of you were paired together during a joint class? A shinsou x f!reader ( This is a clean story so you don't have to worry, will include the occasional curse :) ) Half edited so please excuse any mistakes!

As June settles back into Pelican Town for a fresh start, she expects a calm and peaceful life devoid of any haunting memories from the city. Little does she expect the secrets lurking within the Valley, along with the mysterious dark haired boy who keeps himself isolated from everything; that is, until her. ★ This story is a first person female narrative! The amazing artwork of Sebastian in the cover is NOT created by me (credit to @blacktreecle on Twitter!!!) Other artwork linked in the chapters belong to their rightful owners.

― "I love you more than life itself," ― Althea Potter had always been a light. Where James burned wild and reckless, she glowed warm and steady, drawing people in with her laughter, her kindness, and her stubborn belief that everyone carried a spark worth loving. She was the sister who brightened shadows, the girl who never let anyone feel unseen. Regulus Black, on the other hand, was born of shadows. Cold where she was warm, distant where she was tender, sharp where she was soft-he was a boy sculpted by duty, drowning beneath the weight of a name that demanded silence, obedience, sacrifice. They were opposites, orbiting each other in disdain. She saw him as cruel and unfeeling, and he saw her as naïve and foolish. Yet the world has a way of binding the unwilling, and war makes strange companions of enemies. Slowly, through whispered arguments and stolen glances, Althea discovered the boy beneath the mask, and Regulus found himself yearning for the light he had spent his life rejecting. But love in times of war is fragile. It does not always save. Sometimes it destroys, quietly, beautifully, tragically. And when the end came-as it always would-they both learned that hatred can turn to love, and love can burn into something fiercer still. Something unshakable. Something eternal. Something that could only be called devotion. ☽｡⋆

(BOOK 1) Althea Layla Nott stands apart from her family with her gentle heart, unwavering belief in equality, and fierce loyalty to her friends. Regulus Arcturus Black, burdened with the weight of being the Black heir, once shared an unbreakable bond with Althea. Now, they've become strangers, separated by walls Regulus has built around himself. Althea longs to restore their friendship, but the looming war forces them onto opposing sides, compelling them to make choices that will alter their lives forever. In a world where loyalty is tested and alliances shift, Althea and Regulus must navigate their way through treacherous waters, their decisions echoing the promise of either reconciliation or further division. "I look at his dark gaze, aching to lean closer and let our souls touch but it isn't that easy. This one kiss would change everything. We were friends once, then we were nothing, and, now here we stand, on the verge of risking it all. He gives me no time to register his action as he leans closer. I close my eyes and wait to feel his lips against mine but it never happens, instead, he bends his head slightly and plants his lips on my collarbone. I gasp and throw my head back as his lips linger there, the featherlike kiss causes a warm and tingly feeling in my stomach. My mind goes blank, all those thoughts screaming at me to run a moment ago vanished and all I could think about was his soft lips. His other hands join in on my waist and tug me closer, our chest touching as another gasp leaves my mouth. He pulls back and almost immediately I ache for the way his warm lips felt against my skin. Without missing another beat he kisses me again, a little higher this time, and continues planting kisses along my neck, then on my jaw, and planting a last kiss on my lips, barely touching them."

"He was the light she was raised to destroy. She was the shadow he couldn't stop chasing." Velora Amaris Malfoy was born into power, privilege, and silence. The younger sister of Lucius Malfoy, she's expected to be perfect-poised, cruel, untouchable. At Hogwarts, she becomes a Slytherin prodigy: brilliant, feared, and untouchably cold. To everyone else, she's just another blood-purist elite destined to rise through the ranks of the Dark Lord's army. But James Potter sees something else-a spark beneath the ice. What begins as rivalry spirals into obsession: shared detentions, explosive arguments, fleeting glances that linger too long. As war brews and alliances fracture, Velora is pulled deeper into a life she never chose. Branded with the Dark Mark before her seventh year, she becomes a weapon. A spy. A killer. No one can know what she and James have. Not their friends. Not their enemies. Especially not Voldemort. But secrets don't stay buried forever. And when Velora begins to hesitate-when she starts to remember what it means to feel-she becomes a liability. Now both sides want her dead. This is not a love story. It's a story of fire and ruin, of blood and betrayal-of two enemies who should have destroyed each other, and the ashes they leave behind.

For Elowen Montgomery, Hogwarts was never just a school-it was a stage she was born into, with expectations stitched into every seam of her robes. As the daughter of two powerful and famously proper wizarding parents, her surname arrives in the Great Hall before she does, whispered behind hands and echoed in narrowed glances. But Elowen is not her parents. Not quite. As she begins her first year, Elowen must learn to navigate the ever-shifting tide of house politics, secret friendships, and the quiet war between who she is expected to be and who she might become. When a quiet boy with sharp eyes and a hidden temper crosses her path-and a stranger's tears unravel a tangle of deeper truths-Elowen realizes Hogwarts isn't just about spells and potions. It's about survival. Legacy is heavy. But Elowen might just be stronger than it.

"Juniper Plinth, better known as The Serpent. Capitol favorite, she's their doll. She's a deadly threat, and most importantly, a career. Juniper is agile, sneaky, and quick, you'd never see her coming. She's one of the deadliest victors you'll ever see." "Is there any chance we can get her on our side?" "If you want to die trying, sure. She's not trustworthy at all, hence her nickname. She's a hell of a performer and she knows what she's doing." ●・○・●・○・● 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕞𝕖 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖, 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕣𝕖, 𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣, 𝕝𝕦𝕤𝕥, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕤- 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐦, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐸𝓃𝑒𝓂𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈 Finnick Odair x fem!OC pre-hunger games to mockingjay book cover made by the wonderful @_merrydoe !!!!

Being hurled through space and time was not in her plan, but here she was, way back in the past, the year 1961. To add to her troubles, a few of her memories were locked away. Strangest thing ever, but she did have a knack for making things even more complicated. If only she could remember that she had the ability to stop a war. To save lives. Well, she did have a bit of a hero complex. Of course, she was going to take the chance to shine. And if stopping war was what it took to do so, then so be it. Regulus Black X fem.OC Harry Potter fanfiction Disclaimer: All credits go to JKR for creating this wonderful Potterverse. None of the characters belongs to me, except for Isabella Jefferson and a few others.

VERITASERUM ❝ SIEMPRE PENSÉ QUE ERAS LA CHICA MÁS HERMOSA QUE HE VISTO REYNA DE MARTEL ❞ ❰ marauders era: year 3 - year 7 ❱ ❰ regulus black x female!oc ❱ ❰ original de belIashadid ❱ ❰ traducción de mysticxrt ❱ ❰ cover by GirlPotterheadXx ❱