Draco Malfoy has spent years making himself untouchable — feared, respected, and impossible to read. Then he meets a girl who treats him with nothing but quiet kindness. She’s gentle in every way he isn’t, and no matter how cruel he acts, she keeps looking at him like there’s still something worth saving. As Hogwarts grows darker and the war creeps closer, Draco finds himself drawn to her in ways he can’t control and doesn’t understand. And for the first time in his life, wanting someone feels far more terrifying than losing them.
Y/n is a pureblood hufflepuff Shes kind, gentle, generous, sweet, caring, soft spoken and everything about her screams angel. And draco is a pureblood slytherin Hes snobbish, stuck up and everything draco malfoy is known for. He HATES anyone else outside his own house, he cant even stand anyone in his own house… But why does he find himself having a soft spot for hufflepuffs angel?
Everyone knows you’re Hogwarts’ little angel—the kind Hufflepuff who always has a smile to spare, a hand to help, and a heart too big for your own good. Everyone also knows Pansy Parkinson: cruel, sharp-tongued, and everything you’re not. Then Pansy catches you sunbathing on the castle lawn, curled up in the grass like a sleepy cat, the afternoon light making you look almost unreal. She falls in love on the spot. Which is unfortunate, because she’s convinced someone as mean as her could never deserve someone as gentle as you.
Every morning, a perfectly groomed black owl lands beside the Hufflepuff table. A bouquet. A bracelet. A handwritten note reminding her to eat breakfast. A necklace threaded with green among yellow. No signature. No explanation. No one needs one. Everyone at Hogwarts knows who the gifts belong to. Everyone knows Draco Malfoy always finds her beneath the oak tree, whispers something that leaves her giggling, and walks away like nothing happened. Everyone knows Saturdays in Hogsmeade belong to the two of them, where he carries her shopping bags, buys her butterbeer and flowers, and pretends he isn’t completely obsessed. Everyone knows. Except the two idiots living through it. But while a war creeps closer, Harry Potter begins falling for the same girl, and her pure-blood family demands she abandon her dreams of becoming a magical creature caretaker to join the darkness they’re preparing for, Draco is forced to choose between the life he was raised to live and the girl he’s loved since they were children. He was taught that love is a weakness. She’s about to teach him how to take the training wheels off.
Y/n is a pureblood hufflepuff Shes kind, gentle, generous, sweet, caring, soft spoken and everything about her screams angel. And draco is a pureblood slytherin Hes snobbish, stuck up and everything draco malfoy is known for. And hes a death eater. Shes really into care if magical creatures, hes really into potions. They are polar opposites of each other, but you know what they say about opposites, they attract. He HATES anyone else outside his own house, he cant even stand anyone in his own house... But why does he find himself having a soft spot for hufflepuffs angel?
Draco Malfoy was your first friend, your closest neighbor, and your best-kept secret. Unfortunately, it’s much harder to stay “just friends” when Hufflepuff’s sweetheart and Slytherin’s prince start looking at each other like that.
Draco Malfoy has never been good at sharing. Not his books. Not his sweets. And certainly not his favorite person. Growing up as next-door neighbors meant he’d spent his entire life looking after you—buying you little gifts “just because,” walking you home, remembering every tiny thing you liked, and quietly becoming the only version of himself the rest of Hogwarts would never believe existed. To everyone else, he’s cold, arrogant, and impossible to approach. To you, he’s the boy who notices when you’re tired before you do, who drapes his scarf over your shoulders without a word, and who insists that spoiling you is simply common sense. Then Cedric Diggory starts paying a little too much attention to Hufflepuff’s resident sweetheart. Draco notices. Cedric isn’t afraid of a rivalry. And you… well, you’re trying very hard not to let anyone know that you secretly love being hopelessly, shamelessly spoiled by Draco Malfoy.
Everyone forgot Peter Parker. Everyone except her. After Doctor Strange’s spell leaves Peter completely alone, a trail of white feathers leads him to Seraphim Saint—a mysterious girl with moon-white hair, golden eyes, and far more secrets than Peter realizes. What begins as chance meetings beneath a tree slowly becomes the one thing Peter thought he’d lost forever: someone to come home to. Then Seraphim disappears without a word. Peter thinks she abandoned him. His grief turns to anger, his arachnid instincts grow increasingly unstable, and Spider-Man begins becoming something even Peter doesn’t recognize. Until another white feather appears. This time, it’s stained gold. And when Peter discovers what Damage Control has been doing to the girl he loves, New York learns something it was never supposed to find out: Spider-Man has always been willing to die for the people he loves. But for Seraphim? He might be willing to kill.
Bakugou falls for the equivalent of sunshine and reacts exactly the way everyone expects: with denial, aggression, and the protective instincts of a violently loyal guard dog.
When the Sully family seeks refuge with the Metkayina, Neteyam expects to learn the ways of the sea—not lose his heart. Everyone in Awa’atlu knows she’s meant to be Aonung’s future mate. They’ve grown up together, their families have long expected them to marry, and for years Aonung has courted her with shells, pearls, and gifts she’s never had the heart to refuse. Then Neteyam arrives. Now she’s caught between the boy she’s always known… and the one she never saw coming.
The world forgot Peter Parker. Trying to move on after Doctor Strange’s spell, Peter settles into a quiet routine in Queens, until one afternoon he notices a girl sleeping beneath the sun in the middle of the park. Dressed in black with silver jewelry and an almost ethereal beauty, she seems completely out of place. When she opens her eyes, Peter is met with a pair of impossible golden irises—and from that moment on, he can’t stop thinking about her. She, however, knows exactly who he is. Hiding her true identity as a Seraphim Saint beneath an ordinary civilian life, she carries memories no one else in the world should have. While Peter searches for answers, she keeps the truth buried, choosing to know him all over again instead of reminding him of everything he lost. But some secrets refuse to stay hidden. When the Department of Damage Control takes an interest in the mysterious girl with impossible powers, Peter is forced into a fight far bigger than either of them expected—one that may uncover truths about heaven, magic, and the spell that was never meant to spare her. Sometimes, even when the whole world forgets you… destiny remembers.
Spider-Man went to Yalana’s bathhouse looking for answers. Instead, he found Seraphim Saint. She never removes her lace blindfold. He never removes his mask. She has strange wing-shaped markings across her back, white feathers that appear from nowhere, and a habit of answering Peter’s questions with even more questions. He’s known her for less than an hour when she gets up to leave. And somehow, the first thing out of his mouth is— “When will I see you again?” Peter tells himself he’s curious. Yalana calls it a crush. Seraphim just smiles. But when a man who refuses to show his face falls for a girl who refuses to show her eyes, the question isn’t who will fall first. It’s who will let themselves be seen first.
Peter Parker was supposed to tell Seraphim Saint he loved her tomorrow. Then tomorrow came—and she was gone. What begins as an unlikely friendship between a lonely boy with a spider-shaped secret and a soft-spoken girl with golden eyes hidden beneath lace slowly becomes six years of shared apartments, inside jokes, stolen cardigans, and feelings neither of them knows how to confess. Until Seraphim disappears without a trace. Five years later, Peter is still searching—and Spider-Man is becoming less human with every year that passes. Then, deep inside a secret DDC facility, he finds something impossible: a white feather stained with blood. Seraphim is alive. And Peter is finally going to bring his angel home—even if the thing that finds her has eight black eyes, four spider limbs, and very little humanity left. She promised him tomorrow. He refuses to lose it twice.