Zizi.
i collect pathetic men like they're pokémon. #1 Snape yearner. ♡ he/him.

Stories

    Who's Afraid of Severus Snape?

    James Potter bets he can make you fall for him before Christmas. He calls it harmless fun. Severus Snape calls it humiliation. Regulus Black calls it the perfect revenge. One reckless wager turns Hogwarts into a battlefield where every stolen glance, every detention, every Quidditch match, and every whispered rumor means someone is falling harder than they ever intended. James is determined to prove no one is beyond his charm. Severus only wanted to ruin Potter's victory until you became the one person he couldn't push away. Regulus thought he was moving the pieces from the shadows... until he became one of them. Then the bet stops mattering. Now it's jealousy. Possession. Confessions no one knows how to make and truths that will shatter everything the moment they come to light. Three boys enter the game. Will anyone make it out with their heart intact?

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    MLM | I can take your man, if I want to.

    In the Slytherin dungeons, the rules are absolute: protect the bloodline, maintain the facade, and never show weakness. ​Mattheo Riddle plays his part flawlessly. With Pansy Parkinson on his arm, he is the ruthless, untouchable heir pureblood society demands. He is a fortress of arrogance, built to hide the terrifying, filthy chaos of his own desires. ​But fortresses failed. It only took one Friday night, heavily intoxicated on Firewhisky, and a single, desperate kiss in the shadows of the prefects' bathroom to shatter his. ​Now, the air is suffocating. By day, Mattheo uses his cruelty as a shield, aggressively ignoring you to keep his empire intact. But in private, the mask slips. He is a starving, feral yearning thing, cornering you in dark alcoves with white-knuckled grips, bruised lips, and furious, breathless confessions. ​But you aren't a secret he can simply keep locked in the dark. Not when Theodore Nott is watching. Not when Theo's touches are open, unapologetic, and deliberately designed to push Mattheo's violent, possessive jealousy past the edge of sanity. ​With an ex-boyfriend bleeding in silence, a calculating best friend watching from the sidelines, and the crushing weight of pureblood expectations closing in... the Slytherin court is about to tear itself apart over who gets to claim you.

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    Fool's Gold (written under a Gryffindor Name)

    You think James Potter has been writing anonymous letters to you for months. James doesn't deny it. Severus Snape can't admit the truth. Now the entire castle is trying to unmask your secret admirer while Severus watches you fall in love with the wrong boy, through words James Potter never wrote, promises he never made, and letters he never signed. Every reply makes the lie bigger. Every meeting makes the truth impossible. Sooner or later, every letter demands a signature.

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    you know how to ball, I know Aristotle.

    ​You are the university's resident innocent nerd. You just wanted a shot with your childhood crush. Mason is the varsity god desperate to save his failing grades. Exchanging academic tutoring for flirting lessons seemed foolproof. Until the practice sessions get too real, the air gets too thick, and Mason realizes he's made a catastrophic mistake: he made you irresistible. ​Now, every time your crush looks your way, Mason wants to snap his neck. The player is being played by his own game, and he is ready to burn the entire campus to the ground just to keep his hands on what belongs to him.

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    look what you made me brew!

    Running Hogwarts’ most profitable illegal apothecary was supposed to be simple: you brew the potions, Lorenzo Berkshire makes the Galleons, and everyone minds their own business. Unfortunately, Enzo has never met a problem he couldn’t make worse. One accidental Amortentia disaster later, Slytherin’s most untouchable boys are acting suspiciously interested, furious customers want revenge, and your carefully controlled life has become a complete academic hazard. You wanted to survive N.E.W.T. season. Instead, you accidentally became Slytherin’s most wanted ingredient.

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    I Know What You Did Last Friday.

    Every Friday, an enchanted parchment appears outside the Great Hall. It knows everything. Your secrets. Your intrusive thoughts. Your worst decisions. It knows everyone's secrets. It has opinions. And unfortunately, it has a microphone. Created as one final Hogwarts prank, the parchment somehow became sentient. Now it roams the castle like an unhinged magical gossip broadcast, exposing scandals, roasting anyone unlucky enough to exist within its walls and turning breakfast into the most dangerous class of the week. Nobody is safe. Not students. Not professors. Not ghosts. Not even the portraits. As the school year unfolds and the Wizarding War creeps ever closer, every new Friday brings bigger scandals, darker secrets and increasingly catastrophic consequences. Friendships crumble, romances become impossible to hide and every attempt to silence the parchment only makes it sassier. Welcome to sixth year. Grab your pumpkin juice. You're probably next.

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    every amen ends with you

    ​“Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death…” — Song of Solomon 8:6. ​You and Ezra Miller were baptized under the same altar, tied together by matching silver medals and a lifetime of shared prayers. You learned early on that God is watching, and that some desires will burn you alive. ​Now, Ezra plays the role of the pious Christian boy flawlessly. He holds Chloe’s hand during Sunday grace and speaks quietly of a future church wedding everyone expects him to have. But under the heavy linen tablecloth, out of sight from devout eyes, his cold, trembling fingers find yours, lacing together in a silent, pleading prayer for you not to let go. ​Ezra is terrified of Hell, but he is even more terrified of a life where he can't rest his head on your chest when the room grows dark. He gives you forehead kisses that taste like absolute grief and whispers I miss you while sleeping next to the girl he’s supposed to love. ​He touches you with a reverence that borders on holy, weeping quietly into your skin because he believes loving you will damn him to Hell. Yet he’d rather burn than spend a single night without your fingers laced in his. Every gentle touch feels like a blessing, and every morning after feels like a crucifixion.

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    Who Remembers Bertram Aubrey?

    Bertram Aubrey is gone. Erased. Everyone at Hogwarts is certain he never existed. except six students with every reason to distrust one another: James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Severus Snape, Regulus Black... and you. Bound by a memory no one else possesses, you're drawn into a Hogwarts that rewrites its own history, conceals impossible places, and guards something far older and dangerous than any spell. Because if a castle can erase a single student without anyone noticing... How long before it chooses someone else?

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    call it what you want | sasuke uchiha.

    Someone thought forcing Sasuke Uchiha to go on a blind date counted as post-war therapy. Apparently, after surviving a war, emotional trauma can be fixed with candles, awkward conversation, and Ino Yamanaka deciding she’s qualified to repair everyone’s love life. Unfortunately for you, her brilliant matchmaking skills leave you paired with Sasuke Uchiha. Your longtime rival. Your biggest headache. The only person in Konoha stubborn enough to challenge your pride and somehow turn every conversation into a battle. The date is a disaster. Until you notice the audience. Naruto. Ino. Tenten. Half of Konoha hiding behind trees like your suffering is tonight’s main event. And you and Sasuke hate many things. Being turned into entertainment for the entire village is definitely one of them. So you make a pact. Konoha wants a couple? Fine. They’ll get the most convincing one they’ve ever seen. Pretending was easy. Like a genjutsu. Until neither of you could tell where the illusion ended and reality began.

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    A Gardenia for the dead.

    Hollywood, 1933. You are the star of an illicit underground cabaret, but the spotlight has never felt more dangerous. A methodical serial killer is hunting the club's performers, leaving behind white gardenias, skipping records, and macabre poems. Your closest friend was just found dead. Now, every politician, mobster, and movie star who whispers secrets to you in the dark could be the murderer. Forced to work with a cynical, emotionally distant ex-cop who thinks you're a liability, you must dig through Hollywood's rotting core to find the truth. Watch your back. The killer is sitting in your audience, and they've already picked out your gardenia.

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    is it better to Forget or to Die?

    Trying to perfect a spell hidden deep within his notebook, Severus Snape crossed a line no wizard should. The spell worked. Just not the way he intended. Now he's forgetting everything. Not all at eleven. Just enough to make every memory feel like a murderous lie. Tiny notes begin appearing in his pockets. "Don't drink it." "You're being watched." "Mulciber already knows." "Check your left sleeve." "Don't trust the dreams." "Don't trust you." He doesn't remember writing them. He doesn't remember yesterday. Yet every morning, no matter how much the curse steals... he remembers you. You're the only memory it cannot erase. But someone else remembers everything. Someone is quietly rewriting the empty spaces in his mind before he can. If memories can be rewritten, can love survive them? And when the curse finally learns your name... who will remember Severus Snape?

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