❝𝙖 𝙛𝙧𝙪𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙢𝙧. 𝙥𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧?❞ ❝𝙢𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙪𝙞𝙩𝙨, 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧❞ 𝐌𝐑. 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑. Harry Potter - the saviour, the Chosen One, the father who never quite measured up. To the public, he was untouchable, a hero beyond fault. But to his children? Every misstep, every shortcoming, was laid bare. He thought he could manage. Thought he could handle life after divorce with some semblance of grace. I; Harry j. Potter x she!oc All rights surrounding the characters and franchise unfortunately belong to JK R*WLING, but characters that are unheard of from the original series, as well as the plot, are MINE.

passed down like folk songs, our love lasts so long draco malfoy x fem oc hockey au social media x real life lowercase intended started: 4.26.23 finished: 7.4.23

― "You'd look exquisite in my undoing." ― Flora Moreau spoke in soft syllables and sharp truths. A Ravenclaw with ink-stained hands, she sketched the world as she saw it - not as it wished to be seen. Daughter of an ancient French bloodline, she had walked Hogwarts' halls for years, quiet as moonlight, untouchable as frost. Draco Malfoy loathed her. Her composure, her defiance, her refusal to give him the satisfaction of a single flinch. He provoked; she dismissed. He sneered; she smiled. And yet, she was in his mind - carved there like an etching he could not erase. She was everything he had been raised to hate, and everything he did not understand about himself. Their battles were fought in glances and words, in wit that cut deeper than curses, in the space between cruelty and longing - where the line between wanting her and destroying her blurred into damnation. ☽｡⋆

the thought of you kills me, and yet i will die before i think of anything else. james potter x fem!oc marauders era cover by @evanschris-

― "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. ☽｡⋆

― "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. ☽｡⋆

Cregan Stark/Targaryen OC *not a self insert* Timelines have been changed so ages better match up. OC and Cregan Stark are of similar ages and any smut happens with characters that are adults 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 For the first time since fleeing Old Valyria, Daenys is named to honour the woman who saved the Targaryen lineage from extinction. Unfortunately, the curse of foresight follows the name directly to the child who inherited it. Dragon dreams are not clear. There is no book on the subject, no sign to look for. Many do not believe the dreamers have ever existed. Daenys is cursed with the burden of dreams depicting destruction and the fall of her family. She is cursed with callings that cannot be ignored, a pull stronger than she can resist. Mad. Wicked. Insane. Defective. 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 The ways of Old Valyria were right to be destroyed in the Doom. Their blood magic and rituals are words Daenys will never repeat. But she will do what she must to preserve the legacy of her forefather no matter that it might leave her scarred, suffering, and alone. Until there is a man brave enough to stand by her side and embrace her as Daenys. Madness, dreams, blood magic, and all. Wolf and dragon. Ice and fire. Loyalty and sacrifice. 𝘜𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶

VIVIENNE CREST was born for the Hunger Games. Raised in the wealth and luxury of District 1, she had spent her life training to be the Capitol's perfect tribute-strong, ruthless, and unstoppable. When the 2nd Quarter Quell calls her name, she steps forward without fear, ready to claim the victory she was promised. But then, the unthinkable happens. HAYMITCH ABERNATHY, a boy from District 12 who never planned to be a tribute, is reaped alongside her. He has no weapons, no sponsors, no strategy-just sharp wit and an even sharper defiance that infuriates and intrigues her in equal measure. The Capitol expects him to die quickly, just another forgotten name in the bloodstained meadow. Only, he refuses. As the arena twists around them, rules shatter, alliances break, and survival is no longer about strength alone. The Capitol's grip tightens, forcing Vivienne to make an impossible choice-one that will change everything she thought she knew about victory, loyalty, and herself. Because winning the Games was always the goal. She never expected to question if she wanted to win at all. And she never expected Haymitch Abernathy. --- haymitch abernathy x oc cover made by me !! ©️ 2025

❝𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙝 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙞𝙣 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚..❞ (例務軟途) One thousand years ago, the first Six Eyes wielder and the first Seventh Veil bearer fell deeply in love, bound by a promise-to find each other in every lifetime, no matter the trials that awaited them. Now, in the present day, they are reborn as Gojo Satoru and Y/N, two souls drawn together once more. But fate is never kind. As memories of their past lives resurface, will they remember the vow that started it all-or will history repeat itself, tearing them apart once more? ᯓ★ Gojo x Fem!Reader ᯓ★ Loosely follows the manga ᯓ★ Set in Tokyo, Japan --- 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝘿𝙄𝙎𝘾𝙍𝙀𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 𝘼𝘿𝙑𝙄𝙎𝙀𝘿 This story contains violence and sensitive material. 𝘿𝙄𝙎𝘾𝙇𝘼𝙄𝙈𝙀𝙍 All characters created by Gege Akutami from Jujustu Kaisen except from Y/N and a few made up characters. Art is not mine.

"A rose in a world of thorns. Mirielle Tyrell steps into the Ashford Meadow, where ambition, secrets, and destiny collide. No one knew where this would lead her to." A KNIGHT OF THE SEVEN KINGDOM VALARR TARGARYEN X FEM!OC (SLOW BURN)