Sebastian has convinced his two friends to enter Slytherin's Scriptorium, and has taken the book with him, determined to find a cure for Anne. Delphine and Ominis find themselves working together to disrupt Sebastian's plans, trying desperately to stop him following a dark magical path that he can never return from. But they have their own problems to contend with. Delphine is traumatised by the events of her fifth year. Losing her mentor and the guilt that plagues her every waking moment. Ominis has lived his entire life resisting the pull of dark magic, constantly repelling its tormenting allure. And the biggest temptation they face is each other. Delphine longs to surrender the control and responsibility that's been thrust upon her, and Ominis' raw power draws her in like nothing she's ever felt before. Ominis is sure that Delphine is bringing out the worst in him, as his dreams are filled with images of holding her down and making her beg for him. But they can't give in to their desire, not when Sebastian's path is leading him further and further astray, and they might be the only ones who can pull him back. Set in 6th year, but please assume all characters are 18. Crossposted on AO3.

Love is difficult to explain as one likes to say. But (Y/n)(L/n) falling for her professor, Severus Snape? That was hard to believe. The girl always despised Potions and her professor as well. He was cranky, annoying, and never really liked any house besides Slytherin. However, with her N.E.W.T.s coming up, she had to ask someone to tutor her for help. Her friends were all busy focusing on themselves and couldn't help at all. So, finally, though she didn't want to, she asked Snape. Through countless tutor sessions and a few cups of coffee, the two became closer and closer.. Who would've imagined.. that the professor had more to him? Who would've imagined.. that the Potions Master could one day fall in love, and that being with his student, (Y/n)? A tale of two, in which their endings all started with coffee. ----- A/N : No smut, but does include dirty jokes and cussing, if uncomfortable please leave! Slowburn af Also ooc Severus until like last few chapters cuz hey I can't write lmao - × - × - × - × - × - × - × - Rankings : #1 in Snapexreader #1 in Severussnapexreader #1 in Hpfanfic #10 in Severus Started : 3rd April 2023 Ended : 9th January 2024 Word count: 27,000+ I do not own the characters in this story besides (Y/n)

"Stand and face me, my love, and scatter the grace in your eyes" -Sappho - "You still trust me...after everything?" She reached a shaky hand out to help me stand. I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth, fighting off a smirk. "Surprisingly, yes. You did just save my life." I lean heavily on her shoulders as I stood, the exhaustion from the past few hours finally hitting me. "Now I owe you, but after today?" Her grip around my waist tightened as she turned to look me in the eye. "I'd follow you to the ends of the Earth if I had to, Poppy Sweeting." - Female original character x Poppy Sweeting [Discontinued] [Feb 2023 - Tbd]

In which the wielder of Ancient Magic ended in 1995. "You were a name etched in history, The Living Obelisk, the most powerful witch of her era, perhaps of any era. Your mastery of Ancient Magic shaped the world; your exploits were woven into legend. But legends never tell the whole story." Several LI X Reader MAIN LI TBD

Roma, 1900, due donne destinate a incontrarsi più volte, Maria, dama colta e inquieta, amante di libri, poesie e cavalli, legata a un matrimonio che le dà sicurezza ma non passione e Sabrina, principessa della famiglia Ferilli, conosciuta e nominata da tutti come la Venere di Roma, una nobildonna ammirata e corteggiata, ma prigioniera di un ruolo imposto. Tra balli e segreti, tra sguardi che si cercano e carezze appena sfiorate, nasce un sentimento che nessuno avrebbe mai osato raccontare, si incontrano per caso, due volte e se accadesse una terza, allora sarebbe destino?.

Apollo s'innamorò di un giovane della Laconia, Giacinto, figlio di Amicla. Pur di stare assieme al principe spartano tralasciò tutte le sue principali attività, trasportando invece le reti e tenendo i cani al guinzaglio quando andava a caccia. Un giorno i due si spogliarono, si unsero d'olio d'oliva, ed iniziarono una gara di lancio col disco: Apollo lo fece volare in aria per primo, e Giacinto corse a riprenderlo, tuttavia, toccata terra, questo gli rimbalzò sul volto, ferendolo a morte. Apollo cercò di salvarlo, ma non poté nulla contro il destino, decise, comunque, di trasformarlo in un fiore color rosso porpora, proprio come il suo sangue, e col suo stesso nome, giacinto, affinché del giovane e del profondo dolore del dio per la sua morte si conservasse memoria in eterno. Nelle foglie del giacinto scrisse "ai", il gemito di dolore del dio, e secondo altre versioni del mito, il ragazzo si trasformò dalle lacrime di Apollo.

non era un fanciullo come me, eppure diceva di esserlo, ma qualcosa in lui era diverso. era radioso, solare, bello e caldo. non era un umano come mi voleva far credere, lui era il Dio Apollo. il mio cuore era come un cavallo senza le redini per controllarlo, galoppò inesorabilmente da lui che seppe accoglierlo e il nostro fu un amore breve, ma intenso come il sole.

Il passato di Sherlock torna a farsi vivo, la sua migliore amica , dopo tre anni di assenza e avrà bisogno di lui. Un sogno realizzato per Red, poter ballare al Royal Theater. Ma non sa cosa l'aspetta, lei sarà un bersaglio, per un assassino che le da la caccia. Sherlock risolverà questo caso? O perderà un pezzo del suo passato, e sta volta per sempre? Buona lettura...

Una poesia"dura"che nei suoi versi, descrive tutto l'orrore della depressione.L'impatto devastante che questo"male oscuro" suscita,mettendo a repentaglio l'esistenza dell'essere umano e il suo vacillante equilibrio psicofisico.