A new year at Hogwarts and you know something’s wrong. Your best friends come back different quieter colder more serious. Death Eaters now. And ever since they don’t let you out of their sight always watching always close like protecting you is the only thing keeping them human.
Your best friend, Dick Grayson, aka Nightwing, shows up late at night, long after the city’s gone quiet, fresh off patrol, still smelling like rain and adrenaline. It’s tapping lightly on your window like he always does instead of using the door. His suit’s scuffed, his hair a mess, and there’s that familiar half smile like nothing ever really touches him. He doesn’t say much at first, just drops into your room like it’s his safe place, like you are. And no matter how rough the night was out there, he always ends up here, with you.
No one can control Damian Wayne when he loses it, not Bruce Wayne and definitely not Dick Grayson. He’s sharp, reckless, and completely untouchable when he’s angry, the kind of person everyone steps back from. But you don’t. One quiet word, one look, and he stops instantly, like everything in him rewires just for you. No one understands why, and Damian refuses to explain it, especially when it means admitting the only person who can ground him is also the only one he can’t control.
When Ra’s al Ghul names Damian Wayne the next Demon’s Head, he steps into the role without hesitation, colder and more ruthless than ever. You were never meant to be part of his world, but once you cross his path, he refuses to let you go. He may rule through fear, but you are the only thing he chooses, and he does not share what he claims.
Pansy Parkinson has always been your best friend but what everyone else sees as obvious, you’ve been avoiding. As her jealousy grows sharper and her affection harder to hide, the line between friendship and something far more possessive begins to blur. And once you finally see it… there’s no going back.
You find an empty diary and start writing in it, and it writes back. At first, it feels harmless, comforting even, like someone is finally listening, until the replies grow faster, more personal, and a little too knowing, until one night it writes your name before you do.
The city burns around you. Sinister Mark moves through it like a predator, blood-smeared and grinning. He stops when he sees you, soft where the world is sharp, alive where everything else is broken. His smirk twists darker, chaos sharpening, every explosion and crumbling wall a warning. Through it all, he keeps his eyes on you, the spark that burns brightest in the middle of his war.
It was supposed to stay private, until Mattheo Riddle posts a blurred snap of you kissing him with your face cut out. Now the whole school is trying to figure out who it is while he stays silent, turning it into a game with small, teasing glimpses. And the worst part is, he likes it—because if no one knows you’re his, then he’s the only one who does.
Best friends since first year, your Slytherin friend group is absolute chaos. Draco, Lorenzo, Theo, Mattheo, Tom, Pansy, and Blaise are all completely unhinged in their own ways, and somehow it works.
It was supposed to stay private, until Draco Malfoy posts a blurred snap of you kissing him with your face cut out. Now the whole school is trying to figure out who it is while he stays silent, turning it into a game with small, teasing glimpses. And the worst part is, he likes it—because if no one knows you’re his, then he’s the only one who does.
Rex flirts like it’s a game, loud, cocky, and nonstop, but the second you flirt back, he actually gets thrown off. What starts as jokes turns into something real, and suddenly he’s paying way more attention to you than he means to.
Mark is used to saving everyone, carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders like it is his responsibility alone, until you come into his life and refuse to let him do it by himself. You see past the hero, past the strength, and straight into the exhaustion he tries to hide, becoming the one person who reminds him he is allowed to be human too, not just invincible.
You’re the Slytherin cheer captain, and everyone notices. The Quidditch team wants your attention, your smile, your loyalty, but none of them are playing fair. Between late night practices, teasing challenges, and secret glances across the pitch, you quickly learn that being desired isn’t just flattering..it’s dangerous.
Being close to the Riddle brothers means constant protection, whether you ask for it or not. Tom Riddle watches quietly, calculating every threat before it reaches you, while Mattheo Riddle is openly territorial, never hesitating to step in. Together, their protection feels less like safety and more like something possessive, something you cannot escape even if you tried.
It starts as a joke in the Slytherin common room, who’s the best kisser. Everyone’s arguing, egos are high, and you get bored of the back and forth. So you decide to settle it yourself and kiss every single one of them
You and Mattheo Riddle are a secret no one can know. By day, he barely acknowledges you. By night, he’s the only one who ever looks at you like you matter. You meet in hidden places, speak in silence, and pretend it means nothing. But it does. And if anyone ever found out, it wouldn’t just end. It would ruin everything.
It starts as a joke, because with Fred Weasley and George Weasley, everything does. One careless comment in the common room, one smirk too many, and suddenly there’s a bet, who can make you fall for them first. Then it starts to not feel like a game anymore…
You and Rex Splode cannot stand each other, every interaction turning into an argument and every mission into a competition. But in fights, you move perfectly together, instincts aligning in a way that feels too natural to ignore. Somewhere between the insults and tension, you both start realizing the line between hate and something else is getting harder to see.
You’re the Slytherin princess, and the common room is alive with music, laughter, and the glow of enchanted candles. Draco Malfoy, Lorenzo Berkshire, Theo Nott, Mattheo Riddle, Tom Riddle, and Blaise Zabini all want your attention, each trying in their own way to make you notice them. Between teasing whispers, daring games, and stolen glances across the room, you quickly learn that being the Slytherin princess isn’t just flattering, it’s dangerous, because everyone here wants a piece of you.
Jason Todd doesn’t act protective in a soft way. He just makes problems disappear. People who bother you stop showing up, threats fade before they can become real, and somehow he always knows when something’s wrong. When you confront him, he doesn’t deny it. He just says, “No one touches what’s mine.”