i give myself very good advice, but i very seldom follow it ⋆˚꩜。⋆
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all stories are inclusive • self-indulgent • niche
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❖ please tag me if your story is inspired by any of mine.
An insane group chat is made after an Inter-House group project that literally no one wanted is assigned. Four houses in one chat. That project is NOT getting done.
One of the girls makes a private group chat to “sort things out” with someone, but accidentally adds nearly every person in the year. The private sorting of grievances turns into public evisceration, and “sorting things out” begins to clearly mean “airing shit out.”
Your lips are sealed, but you don't hold the key. A jinx renders you unable to speak until the one you desire kisses you. Thanks a lot, Ginny. —Repost.
No one at the Inter-House party can decide which game to play. Draco thinks that “Weaselbee” is already too drunk to pitch in. The options are endless. And admittedly terrible ideas. Truth or Dare, Seven Minutes in Heaven, Spin the Bottle, Never Have I Ever, Two Truths and One Lie, Uno… The list goes on.
You accidentally kidnap Mafia leaders. Pacing back and forth in front of two men, each one is tied to a chair. Mattheo Riddle and Theodore Nott— exactly as your files say. Except for one thing your contractors seem to have deliberately left out… These two are the leaders of the most powerful and influential mafia organization in the country. Updated— See “Accidental Bounds” !
No letters, no calls, no visits. It’s been radio silence from the Slytherins all summer. Then, Death Eaters attack Diagon Alley during one of your trips.
A hush ripples through the students as their eyes land on the chalkboard— “Amortentia,” written in careful, sharp script. For a heartbeat, no one speaks. Then, whispers bloom, soft and scandalized. The students crowd around, eyes bright as they read the words. The air itself seems to stir with something heady and dangerous. “Potions: Amortentia”— Rewritten.
Draco Malfoy is a stranger bound to you by a few lines written in expensive ink on crisp parchment. Astoria Greengrass wants your place— or rather, your husband and the status that comes with him. His leniency towards her quickly turns into your neglect, and the shape of marriage is eventually bent out of shape as you’re expected to be “reasonable” and endure. In a marriage built on obligation, indifference is the standard.
Tom Riddle experiences something impossible to him when he falls in love with a ghost. You’re the ghost, and he’ll stop at nothing to bring you back to life so you can be his. Doing things by halves isn’t his thing in the slightest.
“…What’s happened to you?” Tom murmurs, after years apart. You grew up in the orphanage together, but you were adopted, and he was not. The promise to see each other again never left his mind. When he sees you again at Hogwarts, you’re different. Not just older. Different. He doesn’t know the Gaunts weren’t as benevolent and kind as they seemed when they took you way from him all those years ago.
You sign up for the school charity event, not knowing it’s a… date auction? Harry’s up first, and Draco has more than enough funds to piss Golden Boy off with a “lovely” date.
You've spent weeks trapped as a stray animal, surviving on the streets alone. Then, someone decides you're coming home with them. ❖ Please choose animal species and desired character(s).
You work at a gas station convenience store. With the store empty, you sit behind the register with a dark romance book open. You glance up momentarily as a biker, pulls into the gas station, curiosity piqued.
The Seven Deadly Sins; the name your group has been given due to your embodiments of the major sins. You, are Wrath. Infiltration and polished lies ensue within your group, in a heist to dismantle the foundations of tyranny Dolores Umbridge attempts to build on your grounds. The shared enemy forms unexpected relationships and reluctant truces in concealed rebellion and ambitions left unchecked.
A child clings to your legs, claiming that you’re their parent. The idea is absurd. When you look down at them, they resemble you strikingly. But, you’re too young, and you certainly don’t remember having a child. Whose baby is this? And who’s the other parent?
You begin coughing up flower petals and realize that your little “crush” on a Slytherin boy has manifested into a disease. You try to hide it. You hide the petals, the blood, and most of all, the longing for someone who doesn’t reciprocate the love that you have.
Mattheo is a notoriously elusive serial killer. You just so happened to move into his slaughterhouse without knowing. Now, someone is outside your house, and that “someone” is wondering who the hell is in “his” house. “Crescent Slaughter”— Rewritten.
You secretly transfer to Hogwarts after being online friends with a few students for so long. None of them have seen your face, or know your real name. They certainly weren’t given an announcement either. How long will it take for them to notice?