Until Dawn. Ashley brown didnt come back the same. She came back darker. But still looking for someone to replace Hannah, her best friend. The one she killed by cruelty. <AshleyxChris><AshleyxJosh>
texting chatfic with garreth and sebastian and both have dark intentions for you. garreth is obsessed and sebastian is possesive. A Slytherin Prefect with ancient magic she refuses to explain. A castle that pulses like itâs waking up.
Erowen Larkson, seventh year slytherin prefect is Garreth Weasleys secret girlfriend. However, when brooding fellow slytherin prefect Sebastian Sallow has caught whiff of her secret ancient magic he corners her in the Prefects Bathroom...
<You are Abygail Blyg. Set Y/N accordingly) The campers are gone. The summer is over. All thatâs left is one last night at Hackettâs Quarry. When Mr. Hackett doesnât come back after promising to fix the van, the counselorsâAbi, Emma, Nick, Kaitlyn, Dylan, Ryan, Jacob, Max, and Lauraâdecide to make the most of it. A party. One more night. No rules. But with no adults, no structure, and nothing left to lose, the lines between them start to blurâsecrets slip, tensions rise, and feelings theyâve kept buried all summer finally surface. No monsters. No curses. Just the quiet, dangerous truth of who they really are after dark.
y/n is abigail blyg from The Quarry. Every guy has a crush on you... but your not gonna be the "easy one" this summer. Shes sketching the perfect summer for herself this time.
Sarsaparilla Rutebeyer has always moved through the world like a shadow: poised, precise, and impossible to read. Transferred into Hogwarts in fifth year, she carries the weight of an old, mysterious lineage and a magic that feels instinctive, not taught. By seventh year, sheâs earned the role of Slytherin prefectâbut with authority comes scrutiny, and not all eyes are friendly. When Sebastian Sallow, Garreth Weasley and Oninis Gaunt find themselves drawn into her orbit, alliances form, obsessions deepen, and the line between control and chaos blurs. In the quiet halls of Hogwarts, Sarsaparilla doesnât chase powerâpower gathers around her. And the question is not if sheâll change the people around her, but who will survive being changed.
Class 1-A trades hero training for champagne decks and velvet nights on a luxury yacht that glides a little too smoothly across black water. No teachers. No curfew. Just neon-lit parties, secrets steeping like expensive liquor, and the kind of boredom that turns dangerous fast. Somewhere between the infinity pool and the after-hours lounge, alliances slip. Kaminariâs chasing highs, Todorokiâs watching everything, Urarakaâs pretending not to notice the tension curling through the halls like smoke.
The îTriwizard Tournamentî was never meant to be gentle, but no one warned them it would become something⌠tangled. Cho Chang stands at the center of it, caught between two golden boysâone shining, one burning. Cedric Diggory is everything soft smiles and steady hands, devotion that feels like safety until it starts to feel like something harder to escape. Harry Potter is quieter, darker around the edges, watching too closely, wanting in ways he doesnât quite understandâbut refuses to ignore. The Yule Ball becomes less a celebration and more a stage. Lingering touches last too long. Glances sharpen into claims. What begins as affection twists into obsession, each of them orbiting Cho like sheâs something to win, keep, or ruin. Because in a year built on trials, the real competition isnât magic. Itâs who she choosesâand what theyâre willing to become if she doesnât choose them at all.