𝗕𝗢𝗥𝗡 𝗧𝗢 𝗗𝗜𝗘, 𝗗𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗢 𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗙𝗢𝗬 In which two star-crossed lovers get their hearts dragged through hell and back just to be together. Olivia Mallard and Draco Malfoy. they were made for destruction and born to die. ❛ cause you and i, we were born to die. ❜ 11.12.22 ────────── ?? ▀▀ ꒷꒦ · ˚.‧ . © -lostgardens, 2022-26 PART OF THE DAMNED SERIES

Adreanna didn't know it then, but both her and Draco Malfoy were not so different from one another; willing to sacrifice one life to save another's.

"𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓂𝓎 𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒹𝒾𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝓁𝒶𝓋𝑒" |a story in which a boy and a girl have to sacrifice everything for the dark side a draco malfoy love story --Rankings-- #1 in harrypotter - September 7, 2020 #1 in rowling - October 19, 2018

Valeska is exhausted by life. Drowning in bills, dead-end jobs, and the weight of loneliness, she's desperate for change. When she lands a live-in housekeeper position at one of the city's most luxurious estates, it feels like the chance she's been waiting for-a clean slate and a quiet place to breathe again. Luca is refined, sinfully intelligent, and dangerously charming. Every word that leaves his lips is measured, every glance deliberate. Temptation in a tailored suit with a handsome smile. Enzo is dark, unpredictable, and impossible to ignore. His presence hums with danger, his stare burns like a threat and he's already decided Valeska belongs to him... and he's daring anyone to say otherwise. Valeska tries to keep her distance, but their world pulls her in filled with tension and temptation she's never known before. Their attention is overwhelming, their power intoxicating. The brothers take what they want. The brothers own what they desire. And what they desire is her. *** ⚠️ Trigger Warning: This story contains strong language, mature themes, and explicit scenes intended for readers 18+. Reader discretion is advised.

浦ゟダ ᵖᵉʳᶠᵉᶜᵗ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ˡⁱᵉˢ 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐩 © 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨 𝐱 (𝐟𝐞𝐦.) 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

━━━━━━━ ｡ﾟ･-ˋˏ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 ˎˊ-𖥸 ༺ then . . would you like to play with me ? ((👾))≡ [ ## ] ❛ :: 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘢𝘯 ⇐ © cheeseecakeee -- 07 . 03 . 20 ꒱ © kohei horikoshi :: bnha ꒱

『❝𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙞𝙙𝙞𝙤𝙩!❞』 ___________ in which Bakugou finds solace in someone just as stubborn and emotionally stunted as he is. [cross-posted on ao3]

23-year-old Leon Kennedy, Umbrella's finest agent, is sent to Raccoon City in September 1998, during the night of the horrifying outbreak. He's told to secure a sample of the G-virus and to get rid of William Birkin, as well as to kill any of the remaining survivors he runs into. The first survivor he comes across? You. [ Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader ] [ Alternative Universe, Umbrella!Leon ] - COMPLETE, OCCASIONALLY UPLOADING BONUS CHAPTERS - NOTE: CURRENTLY ONLY HALF UP DUE TO REWRITING ‼️ - DO NOT COPY OR REPOST MY WORK IN ANY WAY WHATSOEVER Oct 22nd, 2021 - Sep 3rd, 2023 This fic is also available on my AO3!

Just some random imagines/ preferences/ oneshots about Leon Kennedy AKA my poor traumatised pretty boy♡ All imagines/preferences are X Fem!Reader Requests open!

She hated him the moment he walked into her life...uninvited, cold, and way too handsome for her own safety. He claimed her like a storm claims the sea. Not gently. Not softly. But with force that made her knees tremble. "You can't force me to be your wife," she snapped, lips red with rage. "Then run," Leon said, stepping closer, voice like warm danger, "but I'll still own your shadow." Stark Aaira was born into luxury, used to glitter and games. She partied too late, kissed too carelessly, and trusted no one. Especially not men who wore suits like armor and looked at her like sin. Leon Scott Kennedy wasn't just a man. He was the man...the devil the mafia feared. Cold. Sharp. Broken in places no one dared to touch. And now, he owned her for 365 days. At first, all they did was argue. Her rebellion was loud, stubborn, messy. His silence was deadlier than a bullet. But then came a night when she kissed him first...out of fury, out of confusion. And he kissed back like she was the only thing worth ruining. Their kisses were fire. Their fights were foreplay. And their nights? A mess of tangled sheets, bruised lips, whispered names. He never kissed her soft, and she never let him win easy. But in between the rough hands and locked gazes, there were moments... Moments when he tucked her hair behind her ear and didn't say a word. Moments when she touched his scars and didn't ask where they came from. "You confuse me," she whispered one night, bare skin to bare skin. "Good," he said, brushing his thumb along her jaw. "I hope I burn you alive." Every night, he sat in the dark with one song on repeat, his head bowed, cigarette untouched in his hand: 🎵"I've been through hell And I don't wanna go back You say you love me But what kind of love is that?" It was more than music. It was his confession. And maybe, Somewhere between rebellion and ruin, they begin to fall... Not fast. Not clean. But real.