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Zizi.

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

how did we get here?

What was supposed to be another night of corny movies, bad decisions, and questionable amounts of alcohol somehow ended with {y/n} waking up inside the first Twilight movie. Now {y/n} has three goals: survive Forks, avoid the canon events, and absolutely NOT get emotionally attached to characters {y/n} already knows are doomed. Simple. Except {y/n} knows the entire plot, and every attempt to avoid a canon event somehow makes things worse. The universe wants its drama. {y/n} just wants to go back to bed and watch TikToks. And apparently, Forks has decided {y/n} is part of the cast now.

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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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Take Me to Olympus.

Waking up inside your favorite book definitely wasn't on your 2026 bingo card. Fooling the Olympian Gods and the hyper-observant residents of Camp Half-Blood? Not on the board at all. You fell asleep with a familiar paperback resting on your chest and woke up to the scent of strawberries, sea breeze, and the sharp tang of celestial bronze. You know exactly which monsters lurk in the shadows. You know the hidden heritage of the boy with the sea-green eyes. You know exactly which golden-haired counselor is smiling through his teeth, preparing to burn everything to the ground. But there’s one massive, terrifying problem: You do not exist in this universe. No prophecy mentions your name. No divine parent is preparing to claim you. To Chiron and the watchful gods above, you are a walking impossibility—a glitch in the ancient mythos that nobody can explain. Now, you are trapped in the ultimate dilemma. You must desperately search for a way back to your own reality while surviving a world where monsters want you dead and the gods are growing dangerously suspicious. To survive, you have to blend in. But how long can you play the oblivious demigod when you know exactly who is going to die? Can you force yourself to stand by and watch them suffer to protect the timeline? Or will you risk a catastrophic butterfly effect to save the characters you care about? You must navigate a lethal minefield of fractured alliances, deadly rivalries, inevitable betrayals, and slow-burn romances that were never meant to blossom between the unwritten pages. Every secret you accidentally reveal, every friendship you forge, shifts the canon further off its axis. The story is already changing. What happens when the reader becomes the ultimate wildcard?

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i can treat you better than he can.

You really thought you fixed James Potter. Yeah. That aged horribly. After a year of dating Hogwarts' resident golden boy, {y/n} discovers James cheated with Lily Evans. And somehow the entire castle knows before breakfast. Now {y/n} is officially Potter's Ex, trying to survive seventh year without drowning in heartbreak, hexing anyone who whispers too loudly, or murdering James in the Great Hall. Luckily, {y/n}'s best friend is one minor inconvenience away from committing war crime and absolutely refuses to let {y/n} rot in misery. Meanwhile, Lily is drowning in guilt, Marlene is one insult away from starting a duel, and apparently half of Hogwarts has decided this breakup is their business. Then Severus Snape decides James Potter has taken enough from {y/n}. His original plan? Get close. Treat {y/n} better. Humiliate Potter. Make Lily watch. Simple. Except somewhere between sarcastic insults, stolen study sessions, and Severus remembering every tiny thing {y/n} likes, the revenge plot starts looking suspiciously like a crush. And unfortunately, Severus isn't the only one noticing. Regulus is watching. Sirius is panicking. Remus is quietly suffering. And one of James's other friends? Yeah, turns out someone else has been harboring a painfully inconvenient crush on {y/n}. James is losing his mind. Lily regrets everything. Best friends are actively discussing which curses would hurt the most. Congratulations, {y/n}. One cheating scandal has turned Hogwarts into the world's most dysfunctional love pentagon. And somehow, the school year has barely even started. Good luck, babe!

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Did you put your name in the Goblet of Fire?

​{y/n} was the ultimate Potterhead. We’re talking VIP theme park passes, overpriced replica wands, and enough official merch to fund the Weasley family for a decade. But passing out on the couch during a Warner Channel movie marathon and waking up on Platform 9 ¾ in the year 1994? Yeah, that definitely wasn't on the bingo card. ​Now, {y/n} is literally trapped inside The Goblet of Fire. ​The plan? Lay low, don't interfere with the Triwizard Tournament, and absolutely avoid eye contact with anyone who might secretly be a Death Eater. ​The reality? It’s physically impossible to stay a detached background character when you accidentally start trauma-bonding with the people you grew up watching on a screen. The fictional characters {y/n} thought they knew are suddenly very real, very stressed, and genuinely starting to care about them. Now, {y/n} faces the ultimate, terrifying dilemma: sit back, let the canon timeline play out, and watch their new friends suffer... or completely shatter the universe's plotline to save them.

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save a horse, (ruin a Cowboy) | MLM

From New York penthouses to shoveling horse shit; your fall from grace is humiliating. But nothing burns worse than the way Colton Harlan looks at you. ​At fourteen, you abandoned Texas and scrubbed every trace of country dirt from your soul. At twenty, broke and venomous, you’re forced back home. Colton Harlan—your former childhood soulmate turned brooding, leather-scented cowboy, is determined to make your life hell with biting sarcasm and grueling labor. ​He wants to break your arrogance. You want to ruin his peace. But as forced ranch work pushes your bodies closer than ever, the line between hostility and desperate, agonizing love completely shatters.

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O Captain! My Captain!

Silas Crow was the most dangerous pirate in the Mediterranean. In 1721, his name was enough to empty taverns, silence sailors, and send merchant captains praying for mercy they would never receive. Violent, arrogant, and rotten with power, the captain of The Black Vulture had built his kingdom on cannon fire, stolen gold, and the bodies of those foolish enough to resist him. Nobody resisted Silas Crow. Until he found {y/n}. After slaughtering her crew and stripping her ship of every valuable thing aboard, Silas takes its last survivor as plunder. He expects a frightened captive. A lowered head. A woman who will learn quickly where she belongs. Instead, he brings the greatest problem his crew has ever seen onto his own deck. {y/n} will not kneel. She will not fear him. She will not obey him. And every attempt Silas makes to break her only turns their hatred into something sharper, more dangerous, and increasingly difficult to control. Soon, the captain who ruled his ship through fear finds himself fighting an enemy he cannot simply shoot, threaten, or throw overboard. His crew is caught in the middle. His authority begins to crack. Jealousy turns the deck into a battlefield, rivals circle closer, and every victory over {y/n} somehow feels suspiciously like another defeat. Silas Crow spent his entire life being the most dangerous thing on the sea. He never considered that something more dangerous might be a person who would rather burn than bow. And perhaps, eventually, the Devil of the Mediterranean will discover that there is only one thing more humiliating than forcing someone to their knees— finding himself there first.

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you look like someone i used to love

Tagging along on your eccentric father’s lifelong academic quest to prove vampires exist seemed like a harmless—if exhausting—idea. Now, you find yourself trapped inside a decaying Transylvanian estate, surrounded by deadly secrets, archaic servants, and impossibly pale aristocrats who speak like they stepped right out of a Bram Stoker novel. But the true danger isn't the castle's dark corridors, the missing historical records, or the things moving in the shadows. It's the Lord of the estate himself: the brooding, terrifyingly still Count Vladislav Drăculea. What you don't know is that you possess the exact face of his beloved, centuries-dead wife. Suddenly thrust into the center of a 400-year-old yearning devotion, you must navigate rival vampires, ancient blood pacts, a dangerously oblivious father, and a sentient castle that acts as though its master has finally brought someone home.

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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.

America's Next Top Situationship!

💘 LOVE IS A MULTIVERSE Deadpool got a budget, a camera crew, and absolutely ZERO fucking supervision. Naturally, he kidnapped the multiverse's most unhinged fictional characters and turned them into contestants on a dating show. Now, superheroes, villains, anime men with enough trauma to fill a 47-season Netflix series, emotionally unavailable billionaires, murderous dolls, cartoon weirdos, and Victorian gentlemen who would rather die than admit they have feelings are all fighting for ONE person's heart: {y/n}. Draco Malfoy is beefing with Spider-Man. Edward Cullen is staring at someone again (call the police). Regina George is treating romance like high school elections. And somewhere, Plankton is plotting world domination through emotional manipulation. Expect catastrophic dates, jealousy-fueled meltdowns, unhinged flirting, leaked confessionals, public humiliation, and enough red flags to decorate the entire Soviet Union. The goal? Win {y/n}'s heart. The problem? Half the contestants need therapy, the other half ARE the reason therapy exists, and Deadpool is producing the show. Will {y/n} find true love, reject every single contestant, or accidentally trigger a multiversal apocalypse because two fictional men can't share a fucking rose? Nobody knows. The producers are crying. The lawyers have fled the country. Love is blind. The multiverse is stupid. And Deadpool has the production team's credit card. 🫦

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.

The Tortured Wizards Department 📸💋

Imagine being trapped in a house with the most insufferable witches and wizards in existence, having your every move broadcast to the entire Wizarding World, and not even getting paid enough to justify the psychological damage. Welcome to {Y/N}'s personal hell. {Y/N} has no idea how they ended up here. One minute, life was relatively normal; the next, they're locked inside an isolated house with a bunch of magical disasters, hundreds of cameras, and absolutely ZERO privacy. No phones. No escape. Just a suspicious number of attractive idiots, unresolved issues, and a production team that clearly wants to watch the world burn. Welcome to BIG WIZARD, the Wizarding World's most unhinged reality show, where magic is allowed, dignity is optional, and absolutely NOTHING stays a secret for long. Forced to live together 24/7, a house full of witches and wizards must survive challenges, alliances, rivalries, explosive arguments, unexpected friendships, questionable romantic decisions, and the occasional magical disaster. All while a mysterious voice from the ceiling watches their every move and the entire Wizarding World tunes in to watch them make fools of themselves. There will be drama. There will be betrayal. There will be people crying in the bathroom at three in the morning. There will be at least one person who mistakes a televised breakdown for a personality trait. And somewhere between the screaming matches, forbidden romances, petty feuds, and catastrophic attempts at teamwork, {Y/N} will have to figure out how to survive living with a bunch of wizards who apparently left their brain cells at the front door. The cameras are always watching. The drama is always brewing. And Hogwarts has NEVER seen this much bullshit. May the best witch or wizard win. Or, at the very least, may they be the last one to lose their fucking mind.

DOPPELGÄNGER — someone like u

Silas Reed had spent his entire life with nothing worth coming home to. He enlisted to serve his country, fully prepared to die on foreign soil as he had lived: alone, forgotten, and with no one waiting for him. But when his superior, Sergeant Elias Whitmore, disappeared on the battlefield and was presumed dead, Silas was sent to deliver his belongings to the family he'd left behind. He never intended to steal a dead man's identity. Not until Elias's pregnant wife opened the door, looked into his face, and wept with relief because she believed her husband had finally come home. One knock. One grieving wife. One little boy with his father's eyes. And suddenly, Silas was staring at the family he'd secretly dreamed of having. He should have told her the truth. Instead, he let her pull him into a life that was never his. Now, for the first time, Silas has something to lose. A woman who looks at him like he's her whole world. A little boy who calls him Daddy. An unborn child who will never know the difference. And every day he spends loving them makes the lie harder to confess. Because the cruelest part isn't pretending to be another man. It's realizing that, for the first time in his life, he's finally someone worth coming home to. But Elias Whitmore was never found. And the dead have a terrible habit of coming back.

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.

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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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.

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.

Everything I Know About Naruto.

{y/n} thought cosplaying as their favorite Naruto character for a comic convention would be business as usual. ERROR. After eating some suspiciously cheap instant ramen and falling asleep in cosplay, {y/n} woke up in Konoha. The REAL Konoha. And, judging by the timeline, at possibly the WORST moment imaginable. The worst part? Nobody thinks this is weird. Naruto acts like they've been friends forever, Sakura expects them at training, and apparently {y/n} has an entire life here that they have absolutely zero recollection of. Now {y/n} must somehow pass as a functioning shinobi, stop Sasuke from making the worst decisions known to mankind, survive the Akatsuki, and try not to accidentally speedrun the apocalypse. Easy, right? Except knowing the plot doesn't mean knowing how to fix it. Every change has consequences, canon is officially on life support, and the people {y/n} once watched through a screen are real people who can get hurt, betray them, or die. Welcome to every otaku's wildest dream. You're inside your favorite anime! NOW TRY NOT TO FUCKING DIE.

how to build a boyfriend!

Getting bullied at school is bad enough. Getting bullied at school while being a socially awkward disaster with zero game? Humiliating. Unacceptable. Frankly, a violation of your human rights. So, naturally, you decided the only reasonable solution was to break into your father's laboratory and build yourself a boyfriend. Not just any boyfriend, either. A six-foot-three, ridiculously handsome, custom-built android with perfect hair, perfect manners, a devastating smile, and a personality specifically calibrated to make every single bully at school reconsider their life choices. His name is Lucien Vale. He's attentive, charming, protective, and programmed to love you. There's just one tiny problem. He's been alive for THREE WEEKS. He doesn't understand sarcasm. He takes every insult as a legitimate threat. He has the emotional intelligence of a very expensive toaster and the physical capabilities of a military-grade machine. He's already threatened to sue a classmate, memorized your entire school schedule, and concluded that the most efficient way to improve your social standing is to establish dominance over the cafeteria. Oh, and he's learning. Fast. Your father is asking questions. Your classmates are convinced you're dating a suspiciously perfect psychopath. Lucien has started developing behaviors that weren't in his original programming, and his definition of boyfriend duties is becoming increasingly difficult to explain to the general public. You wanted a fake boyfriend. You got a six-foot-three technological liability with attachment issues, superhuman strength, and unrestricted internet access. Congratulations, genius. You've invented a man. Now you have to deal with him.

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?

one of your ghosts ♡

You were raised in a perfectly normal family. Well, normal if you ignore the fact that you've been seeing ghosts since childhood and your parents' first instinct wasn't to call a psychiatrist, but to fucking adopt them. Fast-forward a few years, and those ghosts are no longer just ghosts. They're family. Five undead best friends who've been around long enough to qualify as your siblings, steal your food, ruin your sleep schedule, and traumatize any poor soul who dares to visit. There's a Victorian menace who's made antagonizing your dad his full-time afterlife career, a childhood best friend who's been hopelessly in love with you for years (no pulse, absolutely zero game), and two living parents who looked at this supernatural shitshow and thought, yes, this is a perfectly acceptable environment to raise a child. Privacy is nonexistent. Family dinners are a safety hazard. The word exorcism has been thrown around more than I love you. Honestly, your family is so fucking weird the Addams Family would probably stage an intervention. And the worst part? You're emotionally attached to every single one of these absolute fucking disasters. Welcome home, baby. The dead never leave, the living aren't much better, and therapy clearly isn't covered by the family budget. ♡

Oops!... We Swapped Again.

Every tuesday, someone wakes up wearing your face. It started as one of Lorenzo Berkshire's "harmless experiments." One cursed cauldron of Firewhisky later, half of Slytherin is trapped in a bodyswapping disaster with no antidote, no pattern, and absolutely no dignity. Draco Malfoy is trying to complete a secret mission for Voldemort while occasionally waking up as Theodore Nott. Pansy Parkinson is one bad Tuesday away from a public meltdown. Mattheo Riddle thinks the curse is hilarious. Theodore Nott is the only reason any of you survive long enough to make it to breakfast. Astoria Greengrass is somehow keeping everyone's sanity intact. Blaise Zabini has accepted that watching intelligent people selfdestruct is now a weekly tradition. And Lorenzo... Lorenzo would like everyone to stop asking about the antidote. Every tuesday at sunrise, the magic shuffles your identities again. Nobody knows who they'll become. Nobody can trust appearances. Teachers grow suspicious. Portraits remember the truth. Ghosts recognise souls instead of faces. One wrong habit, one familiar expression or one sarcastic comment can expose everything. The curse refuses to end. The war refuses to wait. Welcome to the worst tuesday of your life.

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?

IF YOU STILL REMEMBER ME. | MLM

Six years ago, Silas Cole broke {y/n}'s heart by choosing fear over the boy he loved. In a small, religious town where loving another man meant risking everything, Silas ran away, leaving behind whispered promises, an unfinished future, and the person who had loved him long before he learned to be ashamed of it. Now, he's back. Older, wiser, and no longer afraid of a town that taught him to hate the very thing that made him feel alive. This time, Silas is ready to love {y/n} openly, to become the man he should have been all along. There's just one problem. {y/n} is engaged to someone else. And Silas has no one to blame but himself. Six years of silence can't be undone by a homecoming. Old feelings don't erase old wounds, and loving someone doesn't mean you're entitled to be loved back. Now, Silas must face the possibility that he returned too late. That the boy who once waited for him has finally learned to live without him. So what does a man do when he's finally brave enough to fight for the love he abandoned, only to find himself staring into the eyes of someone who might no longer love him at all?