Harry Potter, a young wizard thrust into a world of death, evil and lies. In order to navigate through the fog of war. Harry, with the help of his best friends, has to figure out the truth. Who can he trust when he finds out his brother Evan was not the intended victim the night the Dark Lord came to Godric's Hollow? How will he feel when the fate of the wizarding world gets dumped onto his shoulders? What will he do when one mistake changes his world forever? It builds up years 😁 I hope you enjoy!!

Richie and Boris, half brothers but look like twins. They share the same dad but have different moms. Boris is a year older than Richie which makes him 15. Boris had to live with his dad when his mom died when he was young. His father was charged with child abuse and Richie was the only part of his family that took him in.

❝ you're stuck in my head and i can't get you out of it, if i could do it all again, i know i'd go back to you ❞ where a sixteen year old boy realises he has feelings for his best friend. [basically the goldfinch but gayer]

Jeff moves around a lot. He knows the reason is his mom is a dreamer and hates staying one place for too long. Now, he's in his tenth school and in his senior year in high school. His mothers are planning to stay here but Jeff wants to unlock the mysteries of the town. He wants to know why the bad boy Sumo is attracted to him. And why he is also.

What if Merlin and Hunith did run away with Balinor, never to return to see the face of Uther Pendragon again? Merlin, age 10, is stumbling throughout the forest enjoying his own little, isolated world until a mysterious boy makes an appearance. His name? Arthur Pendragon. [Completed] (I don't own BBC Merlin)

Modern!AU They say that time can heal all wounds, but the past three months without Jaskier have brought nothing but pain for Geralt. When destiny crosses their paths again, will Geralt be able to find the right words to win the brunet back?

"You know what I think?" Harry leaned across the table. "I think you're afraid. You don't take risks like us Gryffindors." He scoffed. "Please, you Gryffindors are all wand-waving and no spell." Harry grinned, settling back into his seat. "Not me. I always follow through." "Prove it." Harry stood up and walked around the table. He leaned over Draco, one hand no his chair and the other on the table. Their faces were a mere inch apart, so close that Draco could see flecks of brown in his emerald eyes. "I don't see any follow-through," Draco taunted. And then Harry kissed him. Harry's hands fell to his shoulders so quickly that Draco teetered on his seat. Draco reached up and grabbed Harry's shirt in an attempt to catch his balance which resulted in the two boys falling to the ground with Harry on top. Harry's cheeks were red with embarrassment as he tried to get up. All he managed to do was knee Draco in the leg. Draco put his hands on Harry's hips. "Stop. Let me." In one fluid motion, Draco flipped them around so he was kneeling above Harry. "And for future reference," Draco smirked, bringing his lips down to brush against his. "I'm always on top."

It's just an ordinary in Camelot…well as normal as things get around here. Arthur and Merlin are out on a hunting trip by themselves and all seems well…until they are ambushed by a group of Morgana's men. The duo are separated, Arthur just escaping, but Merlin being caught. They take him back to Morgana, where she proceeds to torture him by twisting his memories. Every happy moment, every sad moment, every moment ever spent between Arthur and Merlin is twisted in Merlin's mind, causing him to believe that Arthur wants him dead. Eager to see Arthur's reaction, she lets Merlin go, making it seem that he escaped. When a search patrol finds him stumbling, weak, in the Valley of the Fallen Kings they approach him delightedly, glad to see he's safe. But when they learn the truth will things ever be the same between Merlin and Arthur again, or will he fear Arthur forevermore?

(Set in present time) Merlin pulled his bulky warm coat around him as the autumn wind whipped around him, slicing through his clothes like daggers. Red and orange leaves littered the ground, staining the green grass in the park. He didn't know why he was at the park at seven o clock in the morning but he woke up in a sweat, terrified from a nightmare he couldn't remember, and had a sudden...urge?... To go to the park.

Drarry with a dash of Pansmione and a few little snippets of Deamus. [ disclaimer: this is a 30 day otp challenge book ]