A Drarry fic. Harry gets dared to steal an item of Draco's clothing. Unkown to the problems it would cause, he does and ends up paying deeply for that mistake. This story is set in 8th year after the war. (Quite short chapters- they vary in length) Characters and cover art don't belong to me. ©-Happy26Xx

Harry starts receiving letters from a secret admirer. (Unedited, spelling mistakes may occur)

"What is he doing here?" "I don't know. But something is fishy. The Malfoy we know would never go anywhere near a house like the Burrow." Christmas Holidays in sixth year and Draco Malfoy appears in front of the Burrow. #1 in theburrow (February 2020) #2 in drarry (December 2020) Disclaimer: This is based on J.K. Rowling's books and none of the characters belong to me...

I'm just an average guy. Really, I am. I'm dealing with my first (bad) breakup, while simultaneously leaving behind the only home I've ever known. It sucks, but it could be worse. And by worse? I mean falling for the school's biggest badass, who also happens to be the captain of my basketball team. Spoiler alert: I do fall, hard. So now the only question is, how do I stop before he finds out?

Life for Stiles Stilinski is pretty good. He lives with his dad and two sisters in the small town of Beacon Hills, but when an old family moves back into town, Stiles can't help but notice how attractive Derek got, only Derek seems to be into his sisters rather than him. Derek Hale has moved back to Beacon Hills due to his mother's job. He remembers the Stilinski siblings, but he doesn't remember them being so good looking. Derek finds himself drawn to one in particular and can't seem to keep from making a fool of himself whenever they're around. Not that they notice him anyway.

When a triskelion appears on Stiles' skin one day, he's perplexed to find out that it means he's destined to be an emissary, but not just any emissary, the emissary of the alpha who's mark he bears, Derek Hale. The only problem is, he hardly knows the guy and doesn't trust him. Stiles keeps the mark a secret, hoping to prevent the inevitable. Meanwhile Derek is fighting a battle he can't hope to win and finds himself being drawn to the spastic human that reminds him too much of a past he'd rather forget. This is a rewrite of the one shot I wrote 'Triskelion'

It's hard to believe that a boy who didn't believe in love and a boy who didn't believe he could love himself would have much to learn from each other. But it would turn out that way, of course; with everything to gain and even more to lose. As it turned out, both Liam and Jamie needed to learn not to trust the dim lights and neon nights. This is a backwards love story.

It was only a kiss - bit of summer fun. That was all. Holiday friendships dont often last so why bother learning each others names? You'd only have to go back home, discover you lived an impossible distance away and slowly lose contact. 10 years later and Castiel just landed his first big job after graduating. A bit late in the game I know, but so what if he wanted to travel before doing his degree? He had had the most fun of his life on his summer vacations afterall. Now its time to impress the new boss if he is to keep his job for very long (and to also keep his very high-maintenance girlfriend). Thing is, his boss is a bit unconventional, and he cant shake that feeling of Deja Vu...

Damon Matthews has it all. He's the most popular guy at school, has a hot girlfriend and has some of the best friends a guy could have. One friend stands out to him in particular, however. Meet Shane Flynn. The best friend of future prom king Damon. These two have been inseparable since they were five years old and always have each others backs. But what happens when lines are crossed? What happens when feelings develop between two best friends who are doing everything they can to hide it?

My heart pulsated through my chest and I didn't think I could hold on for much longer. The frightening, terrorising feeling of his fingers slipping through mine was causing the arm that was gripping to the edge of the cliff to shake. "Hold on, Harry! I've got you, I swear! Please, just hold on!" my voice held a shrill of terror to it and my eyes were filling with tears; tears of pain, frustration and sheer horror. Harry moved his gaze from our slipping fingers to my eyes. "It's okay, Ethan. Let go. You can't save me; not this time." I hated how calm his tone was. I hated how defeated he sounded. He had never given up - we always held hope for one another! We never gave up. "Don't you say that to me! Don't you fucking say that to me!" I roared, a small sob escaping my lips. Harry just smiled sadly, his muscular, beautiful body swaying in the harsh wind. The fall was so big; he would surely die of a heart attack before he hit the ground. I prayed to God he would. No. I was breaking my own rule; I would not give up on him. Either both of us lived or neither of us would. My life would be over the second his ended, anyway.