A week away with your friends turns into a fuck fest orgy. The hotel only has one giant bed. The six of you huddle together to fit in. Two girls, four guys. When small movements and soft sighs feel bigger than ever, every guy is desperately trying to keep it together as the girls keep accidentally rubbing up on them. One brave move turns the week away from friendly to possessive, hungry and dominant. Who’s the first to snap?
when you were a child, your father was extremely abusive. You took it, dealt with it but when your little sister comes along, and she too starts getting abused, you can’t take it any longer. One night after a particularly bad beating, you stab your father to death. You know you have to run away, that no one will believe why. You get the next bus and go as far as it can take you, then again, and again until there’s no more busses, no more money. Now homeless, you survive off scraps of food, sneaking into shelters and stealing blankets. At age 11 you receive a letter to Hogwarts. Now a student, struggles are worse than ever. You’re jumpy, untrusting and unstable. You never learned how to use cutlery, how to read or how to write. Sleeping on a bed feels strange, eating meals feels heavy and trusting people is almost impossible. The mysterious little girl who pushes everyone away is now 18. The Slytherin group has been trying to get close to her for years, she finally let them in, and now seems to depend on them for everything. They love protecting her, caring for her and making her feel safe. But when lines start to blur between friendship and romance, crushes start to break free and feelings get stronger, will you admit it or will you hide behind the walls you built years ago?
You are a new student to Hogwarts. Life here is different. At “home” you were fed scraps, left alone all the time and usually hurt quite a lot. You have just been sorted into Slytherin when you lock eyes with some boys on the Slytherin table.
your in a mental hospital, have been for a while now. Everyone thinks you’re crazy, delusional. But when things start acting up and the staff start acting strange, will anyone believe you or will they say you’re insane?
You’re the daughter of the dark lord. Your power is different, stronger, darker. No wand is needed, no spell has to be said. It just happens. But with the power, there is something else. The shadows. You can see them, hear them. Whether it’s a ghost roaming the halls, or the darker shadows that whisper, you’ve always been able to hear them. One night you take a walk by the black lake. The forbidden forest has always been loud with whispers. But tonight, something seems to be pulling you in, promising things you’ve always wanted. The Slytherin boys have always been slightly worried about the effects of these shadows but until now, everything’s been fine. They are hanging out when they catch a glimpse of you at the edge of the forest, looking in. Something shifts, everything seems to go cold. Is the forest trying to kill you or simply being truthful? Will the boys save you, or will it be too late?
you’re the new girl at Hogwarts. Your Voldemorts daughter, your mother is unknown. People start talking when they realise your magic is different, stronger. You don’t need a wand to cast spells, you don’t even have to say the spell. But when a fight breaks out and your hit with a spell, your body becomes weak, your magic starts acting up. Black, smoky lines creep up your arms, your magic becomes more hostile. Can you keep control of it, or will you drown in your own power?
Some wounds leave scars. Others become who you are. You were only a child when you watched your parents die. The memories have never faded. No matter how hard you try, you can still hear the screams. You can still see the blood. Every nightmare ends the same way—with you frozen in place, too small to save them. People say time heals everything. They’re wrong. After their deaths, you were passed from one foster home to another. Some ignored you. Others treated you as though you were nothing more than an inconvenience. Home became a place to fear instead of somewhere safe, and little by little, the bright, curious child you once were disappeared. By the time you’re accepted into Hogwarts, you’re already broken. Not the kind of broken people can see. The kind hidden behind tired eyes, hesitant footsteps, and flinches that come a second too late. You don’t trust anyone. You expect kindness to come with strings attached. Every raised voice makes your heart race. Every unexpected touch sends you retreating into yourself. You’ve become so used to surviving that you’ve forgotten what it feels like to simply live. Most students keep their distance. Some pity you. Others whisper that you’re strange. Then, for reasons you can’t understand, a group of Slytherins starts paying attention to you. Not to mock you. Not to use you. To protect you. They notice the way you skip meals when you’re anxious. The way you apologise for things that aren’t your fault. The bruises you try to hide beneath long sleeves. The way you instinctively expect punishment whenever you make a mistake. Piece by piece, they begin breaking down the walls you’ve spent years building. A warm meal left outside your dorm. A jacket draped over your shoulders on cold mornings. Someone quietly standing beside you when the nightmares return. For the first time in your life, people are asking for nothing in return. But healing isn’t as simple as accepting a helping hand
The Slytherin boys are forced to work for the dark lord. Y/N is worried for their safety and goes after them. Will she get caught? Will the boys help her?
