The year after her brother James graduates, Teddy Potter returns to Hogwarts for her final year. With the Marauders gone, it should be a quiet, peaceful year despite the mounting tensions in the world outside of school. The problem, naturally, lies with Regulus Black, the broody boy who just might be the most effortlessly aggravating person she's ever met in her whole life. And for someone who was raised with James Potter, that's saying a LOT. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── "You know, it must be exhausting to be such a fucking prick all the time." "I have fantastic stamina." "Oh, fuck you-" ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── [marauders era] [regulus black x oc] [enemies to enemies with benefits to lovers?] rated mature for sexual content

She had known many names throughout her life - men had the tendency to rename her. Her brothers had renamed her first, stripping her of her pagan heritage as they tried to make a god-fearing child out of her. Thore Ivarson had renamed her after he had claimed her, his sword cutting through flesh and bone of the ones she had once known as family - until she couldn't even remember their names. Everyone had tried to mould her to their liking; twisting and stretching her bones and skin, cutting out parts they didn't want and adding those they wanted her to embody. For as long as she could remember she had been a pawn in the hands of men to whom she bowed and to whom she obliged. For him she always had been a shadow that he wanted to bring into the light, his fingers barely grasping her even when she stood near; her face always hidden with only her eyes burning themselves into his mind until he believed the Three Spinners themselves had woven his dreams. Sihtric Kjartansson found himself entangled in the dark tendrils of her bing, drawn to her by whatever higher power had taken hold of them both and ignoring the obsacles that awaited him when he would be able to reach her. Little did he know that the greatest obstacle would be found in herself, for who could rely on a person that mistook poison for love and love for poison? "What was your sweetest lie," he whispered. "That I loved you," she answered with her heart erupting into countless pieces. Everyone knew that the Shadow-Wife of Thore Ivarson was not capable of love. But Zvora Vranek wanted to be. Sihtric Kjartansson x OC @plavvusa

" To become like the sea - Vast, wise, an empire of royal blue quietness, rage tasting like salt That was her goal. " - Odyssey, The Cynical Idealist REMUS LUPIN / MARAUDERS ERA ©️ whimsywitchess

An Inheritance Games Fanfiction Camille Ruth Diante - half sister to Avery Kylie Grambs, and the first heir to the Hawthorne fortune. Sharing the billion dollar inheritance of a stranger with her sister, they have to stick together more than ever before. The Hawthornes are ruthless; with death traps and murder attempts, Camille and Avery don't have it easy. But the rules are they survive a year, and what is a year in the face of billions? • #1 in grayson #1 in nash #1 in xander #1 in hawthorne #1 in averykyliegrambs #1 in theinheritancegames #1 in graysonhawthorne #1 in nashhawthorne #1 in averygrambs #2 in jamesonhawthorne #4 in avery #42 in crime

Finn Lynch lives a quiet, tranquil life in a rural village in the mountains. Her life may lack spontaneity and excitement, but at least it's peaceful. And if it's a little lonely too, then she can't complain too much - she's still happy, after all. When her uncle asks her to house a defector from the magical war he's involved in, Finn agrees reluctantly despite her concerns that the presence of Regulus Black in her home will disrupt the careful peace she's been cultivating for years. Nothing could prepare her for what an insufferable prick he is. [marauders era] [regulus black x muggle oc] [enemies to lovers] ** updates on wednesdays **

Audra Aleksa has the weight of a legacy of a thousand lifetimes on her shoulders. She sees her bloodline in flashes, her ancestors call out to her through visions of the past. It's all happening so fast, and she doesn't understand who she is anymore- has she ever been the person she thought she was at all? What happens when the ghosts of the past come back to play? Will she crumble under the weight of the prophecy that has been centuries in the making? Or will she be able to earn the place that fate once reserved for her bloodline's heir?

~Yes, desire is so different when God bore you hungry. I could have devoured anything and still have been starving~ "While dragon dreams affect only those with the blood of the dragon, the dreams that plague the disciples of the Church of Starry Wisdom are far more sinister, driving their dreamers almost mad in the process. Established by the Bloodstone Emperor, the first usurper and the last ruler of the mythic Great Empire of the Dawn, the church worships Nyarlathotep who is called "the Haunter of the Dark", and dreamers of the church are haunted by the faceless god that they claim dwelt in the antechamber to hell. Many scholars believed the Bloodstone Emperor to have been the first High Priest of the church, a practitioner of the dark arts, necromancy, and cannibalism. His descendants are said to be inheritors of his torment and treachery, bound to the very same deities he once enslaved himself to." In which Naerys Targaryen, born Zhong Zilan, disputed bastard of King Viserys I, traitor wife to Gwayne Hightower, foresees the impending downfall of the Targaryen dynasty, and despite her desperate attempts, she finds herself powerless to prevent the inexorable march of death and destruction that looms over her family. Haunted by grotesque visions, her plight underscores the tragic futility faced by those burdened with foreknowledge in a world where destiny cannot be altered. Gwayne Hightower x YiTish OC

lord, what fools these mortals be! ━━━ 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙮 © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎

Heaven is not fit to house a love Like you and I. Tommy Shelby / oc. Peaky Blinders. 2025 © bridalshowers cover by @freaklowden

Lay me down where the trees bend low. Put me down where the greenery stings. Finan the Agile / oc. The Last Kingdom. 2025 © bridalshowers cover by @freaklowden