Y/n was once part of the Party. She was there for everything—the late-night bike rides, the basement campaigns, the first time Eleven showed up, and when Max Mayfield rolled into Hawkins with her attitude and skateboard. She fit in effortlessly, loud laughter and all, never caring that she didn’t look like the girls in magazines. Then her parents divorced. And just like that—she was gone. California took her.
Tom Riddle had always understood people. They were patterns to him—predictable, transparent, easily unraveled with a few well-placed words and a careful gaze. At Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, he moved through students like a shadow dressed in charm, collecting secrets, bending loyalties, mastering them. But You—You made no sense.
A dark Hogwarts story narrated by John, where Y/N’s life shifts the moment she catches the attention of Tom Riddle. In a castle full of secrets and shadows, their connection grows into something intense, dangerous, and impossible to ignore.
While the Cullen family watches Edward fall in love, Y/n remains in the background—quiet, perceptive, almost invisible in her own home. Until Alice Cullen sees something new. Not a threat. Not prey. A boy. Broken. Bloodied. Lost. And somehow… tied to Y/n.
You have never been like the rest of your family. You’re kind, gentle, and compassionate despite growing up surrounded by violence. Your father has always resented you for it, believing that being a Milkovich means being tough, aggressive, and fearless. Whenever you fail to live up to his expectations, you become the target of his anger.
Y/n has spent years fighting alongside the group, risking everything because Mike asked her to—because he mattered. But as another crisis unfolds and Dustin goes missing, the group reunites at WSQK. In the middle of fear and urgency, Y/n is forced to confront something far more personal: she’s been standing right beside Mike all this time… while he’s always been waiting for Eleven. As danger closes in, Y/n must decide if she’ll keep loving him in silence—or finally choose herself.
Y/n had already buried him once. They watched Cedric Diggory fall, his body still, his warmth gone, his voice silenced in the aftermath of the Triwizard Tournament. Grief didn’t come all at once—it lingered. It hollowed. It stayed. And then—Magic broke.
You grew up on the South Side of Chicago in a family everyone believed was struggling to get by. Your parents keep a rundown house, drive cheap cars, wear ordinary clothes, and make sure their children never flaunt money. To the neighbors, you’re just another broke South Side family trying to survive.
Years after Wonderland’s greatest conflicts have been settled and peace has finally taken hold—at least on paper—the world has grown quieter. The White Queen rules with careful balance, the Queen of Hearts has been contained within a more formal court structure, and the old battles that once tore Wonderland apart are now treated like history lessons rather than living threats. Wonderland, for once, is stable. Or so everyone believes. That changes when Alice returns to Wonderland—not as a child from a forgotten story, but as an adult carrying her own legacy. With her comes her son, Elias Kingsleigh, who has grown up hearing Wonderland as myth, memory, and warning. He expects a strange world. What he doesn’t expect is that Wonderland already has a new generation. Because while Alice was gone, time didn’t stop.
Jeremiah Sanders works as a lead in an advertising firm—long meetings, tight deadlines, constant pressure to stay creative. His days are loud, fast, and demanding. Home is the opposite. Y/n doesn’t chase a career outside—she builds a life inside it. Their home isn’t extravagant, but it’s warm, lived-in, and theirs. She knows the rhythm of the day in a way Jeremiah doesn’t get to: sunlight moving across the kitchen, the quiet hum of the afternoon, the way everything slows down just before evening. And every day, like clockwork, the front door opens.
Before Y/n. Before Ivy. Before Silas. There were three sisters. Belladonna. Mysteria. Ethereala. They were born in Salem, Massachusetts, into one of the oldest witch bloodlines in the world. For generations, the Windersin family had practiced magic quietly. Their spells were modest. Their abilities were ordinary compared to the legends surrounding their ancestors.
The door opens before anyone knocks—because Alice already knows. When Carlisle Cullen steps inside, calm but urgent, he isn’t alone. He’s carrying what’s left of a girl. Mud-stained heels. Torn fabric. Blood dried into her skin like it belongs there. Y/n. Dying—until he refuses to let her. The transformation is inevitable. Irreversible. And when she’s brought into the Cullen home, everything begins to shift. Not because she’s dangerous. Not because she’s new. But because the moment she opens her eyes—She sees him. Sebastian Hale. And across the room, as he steps forward beside Emmett Cullen, something in him answers without hesitation. No confusion. No doubt. Just recognition. Immediate. Unshakable. As if whatever he’s been waiting for his entire existence—has finally arrived.
Y/n and Elara Walters are two underground performers who begin gaining attention after an unplanned street performance goes viral. The moment is captured by their best friend Noah Benson, who records them as they run into the middle of the street and perform a raw, emotional cover. The clip spreads fast online—not because it’s polished, but because it feels real. From that moment, their lives shift. Noah continues documenting their spontaneous performances, quietly becoming the reason their early online presence grows. He stays behind the scenes as their closest friend and emotional anchor, never trying to take the spotlight. Their rise catches the attention of one industry figure: Benson Carver — a mid-30s, scrappy, emotionally invested emerging manager who discovers them through the viral video and physically shows up at their gig to offer his card. He’s passionate, chaotic, and loyal, growing with them from the ground up as their career develops. As Y/n and Elara navigate growing attention, they are caught between authentic creativity and industry pressure, with fame slowly shifting the dynamics around them. Elara remains guarded, sharp, and emotionally selective, only truly open with Malcolm and loosely trusting Y/n through their shared creative bond. Y/n is more observant and reserved, but begins experiencing a slow emotional pull toward Jeremiah Sanders, an artistic, quiet, emotionally distant figure who connects with her through subtle creative understanding rather than direct expression. Jeremiah becomes a quiet emotional focus in Y/n’s life—someone she doesn’t fully understand, but feels deeply drawn to.
You are Y/n Lestrange, the ruthless daughter of Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange and twin sister of Rudy. You transfer to Hogwarts alongside your closest friends, Silas and Omnisia Gaunt. Your reputation follows you everywhere, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione know better than to trust you. Cedric Diggory, however, can't seem to stop looking at you.
You are known throughout Zaun as the Noir Cat—a ghost in the shadows, an assassin who appears without warning and disappears before anyone can catch her. You don't belong to any side, any faction, or any cause. You work for the people who pay you, taking contracts without asking questions.
Created from Tom Riddle's blood, twins You and Mattheo were meant to obey him. But after his disappearance, you were both raised alongside Draco by the Malfoys, unaware of what their creator truly became. Thirteen years later, the Dark Lord returns—and the twins discover that Voldemort isn't just their enemy. He's their older brother.
Y/n is deeply in love with Jeremiah Sanders. He’s gentle with her, attentive in small ways, and somehow always exactly where she needs him to be. He doesn’t talk much about his past, and he never explains the parts of his life that don’t include her—but to Y/n, that just feels like privacy, not danger. To her, Jeremiah is the safest place she’s ever known. But people around her don’t see him the same way. Elara Walters notices inconsistencies—small gaps in his story, moments where his calm feels too controlled, too practiced. She never says anything outright, but her questions to Y/n get more careful over time. Malcolm Harris is less subtle. He doesn’t like what he can’t explain, and Jeremiah is full of things that don’t add up. He keeps pushing Y/n to look at what she’s ignoring, even when it makes things tense between them. Rumors exist, of course—whispers about Jeremiah’s name being tied to things that never fully make it into the light. Nothing confirmed. Nothing Y/N can hold onto. Just enough to make people uneasy. And Jeremiah never reacts to the rumors the way an innocent person would. He doesn’t deny much. He just stays close to Y/n. Because whatever he is, whatever people think he might be, one thing is consistent: He loves her in a way that feels certain… and a little too absolute. Now Y/n is caught between three versions of the same truth: the boy she loves, the boy her friends don’t trust,
