Fake scenarios + short one shots between h/n & y/n E.g.: -one bed trope -fake dating trope -enemy to lovers trope -friends with benefits trope -my brothers best friend trope -Bad Boy/Good Girl trope -Bad Boy/Bad Girl Trope -celebrity x y/n trope -Friends to lovers trope -smut -Mafia Boss trope

Contains Peter from Ouat of course and includes fluffy, smut, sad, and cute Imagines. I will take requests as well.

***CURRENTLY EDITING & ON HOLD*** "You don't hate me." "Stop." "Not even close." "I said stop." "You... you love me..." In a world where people are born with different powers called affinities, chaos is bound to follow. Being the new kid in school is never fun, especially when you're surrounded by people with amazing affinities, and you don't have one yourself. Ashling Ninomae has an extraordinary affinity- however, she hides it at all costs. Kaen Pierce is the schools hot head- he has a short temper, breaks things, and gets into fights on the daily. He never lets anyone get in his way. The new girl with secrets, and the bad boy who hates everyone. They say opposites atttact, don't they? #1 in "siren"

my dearest darling love,

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COMPLETED!! sequel to my other book "just for you", focusing on the aftermath of y/n and draco FINALLY getting together and what's to come over their final two years at hogwarts so yeah read the first book first lol (end of) fifth year: chapters 1-8 sixth year: chapter 9-62 seventh year: 63 & 64 + two epilogue chapters!! HIGHEST RANK: #8 in dracomalfoy

"Y/N'' Draco's voice echoed bounced of the walls in the tower and hit you in the face, your pace instantly quickened. ''You better be good at hiding, because I am coming for you, and you're going to loose" "You see his bright white hair being swept away by the warm sunlight consuming all colours. The air from the vent is cold and sneaks up on you, sending goosbumps crawling across your skin" ''He gave you everything your soul hungered for, chaos, danger, violence and dominace." ''Tell me how good it feels. Tell me how it feels to loose'' ''Ask'' He said. His breath against your pulsating lips. His face was so close that if you puckered your lips you would touch his. ''I want to hear you say it'' He whispered and looked at your lips. ''I need to hear you beg for it''. ''Tell me what you want Y/N'' You stopped kissing him and opened your eyes to see him look at you with smug anticipation. You hated him trough your eyes but yearned for him in every single other way. You hated feeding in to his narcissisms and competetiveness. 'I want you to put a hand in my hair, and pull it every time you remember how much you hate me'' ''I want you to pleasure me in to submission''

It's a foursome that falls in love instantly when they meet eachother.

Y/n Ribeiro is a witch that is starting her third year in hogwarts. there she meets a mysterious guy called Mattheo Ridddle, but her friend Draco doesn't let them stay together. who she is going to choose ? °the characters are not mine° °Mattheo Riddle was created by yasmineamaro° °the other characters are created by j.k Rowling° { also english is not my first language so if there is any mistake feel free to point out. } -this is a fanfic so not everything that is on the books or in the movies are here- Completed story

There was never a moment where I realized I love him. I hadn't even realized that I had became attached to him as much as I was. I was in denial of my everlasting, growing dependency for Draco Malfoy. After all, he was the enemy, how could I? Maybe Draco and I confused the line between addiction and love. I wish I realized sooner. ~ Draco stands me up, his eyes locking with mine makes my knees buckle. He runs his thumb over my cheek bone, stabilizing and captivating me by the second. We stay in this position as seconds go by, making me melt. He's right of course, he has me around his finger. "You're truly addicting, Y/n." He doesn't slur his words, but only drags them out. I stand up. I craved him. His touch. The way his words melt off his tongue. The need was becoming overpowering. ~