❝ ━ el embarazo te sienta bien... ━ cállate, lucas ❞ Luke Dunphy y Liv Tanner siempre fueron amigos. Desde que aprendieron a andar en bici hasta las primeras fiestas en la secundaria. Nunca pasado nada fuera de lo común entre ellos, hasta una noche. Una fiesta, unas copas de más y todo cambió. Semanas después, dos rayitas rosas arruinó todo lo que Liv creía bajo control. Y así, su último año de escuela se vieron estropeados. modern family ft. fuller house modern family s9-11 luke dunphy x fem!oc

𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘴﹐𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤. ㅤㅤㅤ"She ain't got no money ㅤㅤㅤHer clothes are kinda funny ㅤㅤㅤHer hair is kinda wild and free" ¿Y sí no todo esta totalmente perdido? ¿Y sí, de alguna manera, ella puede decirle lo que siente de una vez? 𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘍𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤.

Sixteen years ago, a newborn was left on the doorstep of Black Manor-her mother's last desperate attempt to save her. But by morning, the baby was gone. Unseen. Unclaimed. And no one in the Black family ever knew she existed. The Wizarding World forgot a legacy that never had the chance to begin. The mother believed her daughter grew up safe. And the girl herself was raised far from magic, carrying a life that was never meant to be hers. Now, everything changes. Hawkins teens. Witches and wizards. Allies and enemies. Two worlds that should never meet are suddenly trapped in a sealed room with one purpose: Watch the life of a girl none of them recognize. But with every scene-every laugh, scar, and moment-they feel it: something is wrong. something is missing. something about this girl echoes like a truth they were never meant to know. Who is she? Why does no one remember her? And how does a legacy this powerful vanish without a trace? A stolen life. A forgotten name. A destiny resurfacing. Because the lost are never gone forever. Previously known as: "Victoria's Secret"

♱ 𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ⚰︎ 𝑬𝒅𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝑪. 𝑿 𝑪𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒂 𝑹. ₊⁺⋆ ❛🦇 𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔭𝔲́𝔰𝔠𝔲𝔩𝔬 𝔣𝔞𝔫𝔣𝔦𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 🦇❜ 𖤐 𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗈𝗋 𝖱𝖺𝗒 🩸 ❛ ♱ ❜𝗘𝗗𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗗 𝗖𝗨𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗡 sempre sonhou com a mesma moça. Olhos claros, cabelos loiros, silêncio demais para ser comum. Os sonhos eram vívidos, intensos, carregados de uma familiaridade que ele não conseguia explicar. Não pareciam criações de sua mente. Eram fragmentos do que ainda estava por vir, visões incompletas de um futuro que insistia em chamá-lo. ❛ 🩸 ❜ 𝗖𝗔𝗦𝗦𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗥𝗔 𝗥𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗦𝗖𝗥𝗢𝗙𝗧 nunca se acostumou à eternidade. Nunca aprendeu a aceitar o peso da imortalidade, o sofrimento de ver o tempo levar aqu eles que amava, nem o vazio deixado pela perda de algo que ela sequer sabia nomear. Sentia falta de ser humana, de ter limites, escolhas, sonhos. ♱ Escrito por Ray ♱ capa & estética por piastrgfs/lunarttae ♱ Plágio é crime!

Death had always walked beside her, a shadow stitched to her soul. She fought. She won. But what was left to claim? The castle around her - the only home she had ever known - was crumbling into ruin. Stone shattered under fire. Bodies carpeted the ground, faces she would never forget, lives she had failed to save. Victory meant nothing when it was built on a graveyard. She was alone. And worse, she was alive. She had died before. Had died and returned, as if cursed to never know peace, cursed to be the master of death, forever hunted by the thing that should have claimed her. Death It was her shadow, her lover, and her tormentor. It whispered to her in the silence, tugged at her with every breath she drew, a cat playing with its prey, savoring the chase. She tried to undo it - to tear a hole in time, to claw back 46 hours, to steal even one life from the jaws of death. But time does not bargain with the broken. It is a vengeful thing, wild and cold. It seized her, flung her not back 46 hours but 46 years, into a past dripping with shadows and secrets. The castle stood whole then - but the rot was already there, festering beneath the stone. And Death, patient and cruel, was already waiting for her in the cracks of the world, ready to finish what it had begun. Smiling at her from the darkness. Death wearing the face of Tom Riddle *Mature themes* Enemy's to lovers *Tom Riddle*

Arielle has always been a fan of Harry Potter and especially the Marauders Era and her favorite character is Sirius Black is both Eras. She always found the Black family intriguing and loved the relationship between the Black sisters and cried at how things ended for them as well as how the story of Siruis and Regulus went down. So one night as she was going home after a night at the bar. She was hit by a truck and woke up as the oldest daughter of the Black children and the older sister of Sirius and Regulus Black. Aquila Vaga Black. As she adapted to her now life she swore to protect her brothers as well as her cousins, who are more of sisters to her, no matter the cost. ~~~~~~~~~~~ "Touch her again and I cut you fucking hands off and shove them down your throat, you useless piece of shit" "He is my brother, my blood" "My siblings my responsibilities" "Say another word about my brother and I will cut your throat" ~~~~~~~~ Tom Riddle×Aquila Vaga black (OC) Wolfstar Jegulus (English is not my first language)

pjo x dc wtm After years of battling monsters, quests, and the never-ending chaos of the demigod world, Percy Jackson, decides she's had enough. Tired of constantly looking over her shoulder and carrying the weight of Olympus on her back, she leaves Camp Half-Blood in search of a quieter life. Her search takes her far from New York-straight into Gotham City, a place she believes is free of gods, titans, and the supernatural war that's plagued her youth. To her, Gotham's crime-ridden streets feel almost... normal compared to facing hydras or furies. She tries to blend in: a college student by day, just another face in the crowd by night. But Gotham has its own kind of darkness. No monsters, maybe-but criminals, vigilantes, and masked legends. When she crosses paths with the city's underworld-and perhaps with the Bat himself-she realizes you can't really run from who you are. The skills and instincts she honed as a demigod may be the very things that help her survive Gotham's shadows. Now, torn between her longing for peace and the pull of her heroic nature, she must decide: is she done being a warrior, or has fate simply given her a new battlefield?

Arien Athanasia Agreste wasn't looking for love when she left Paris for Gotham-a city steeped in shadows, secrets, and endless war. Heiress by day, Cat Noire by night, she knew how to balance masks and expectations. What she didn't expect was him-Damian Wayne. The boy with too many names, too many scars, and a heart that many said shouldn't have been capable of love. OR The Batfamily has faced a thousand enemies-but never the future. Dragged into a room to see what is to come, Bruce, his children, and their closest allies are forced to watch their lives unfold one year ahead. They see victories, betrayals, beginnings, and endings. They see who they will lose...and who they will gain. And in the middle of it all, they see them. Damian Wayne. Arien Agreste. A Bat and a Cat, tangled together in ways no one could have predicted. The family must face the question: are they watching destiny-or a warning? Book 1 in the "Hero's Resolve" Series

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝟖 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝'𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐜 𝐱 𝐨𝐜 ᴘʜɪʟᴏsᴏᴘʜᴇʀ's sᴛᴏɴᴇ [ᴏɴ ɢᴏɪɴɢ]

"'Cause two can keep a secret if one of them is dead." - The Pierces