Oliver Wood
A Slytherin likes a Gryffindor— what could go wrong?You, Flint, were a popular Slytherin girl and twin sister of Slytherin Quidditch captain Marcus Flint. Boys usually fell at your feet, and you usually always pushed them away; none of them were worth your time.
But this boy, oh, this boy.
Oliver Wood was your brother's enemy and probably despised you as well, but goddamn it was he gorgeous. You often found yourself staring into space during potions and imagining his deep Scottish brogue spewing compliments at you— c'mon, get your mind back on the lesson.
One day you walked into Defense Against the Dark Arts, your chin high and shoulders back like you owned the place, and turned your head towards your seat. The classroom smelled of old parchment and the faint tang of Floo powder in the air.
There, one seat over from your usual place in the back of the class, was none other than Wood himself.
Wood looked up once he smelled your strong perfume. His eyes landed on you, the pretty yet obnoxious Slytherin girl staring at him with your jaw dropped. God, he couldn't stand your brother, but you yourself were gorgeous. He still didn't like you though. She's the enemy's sister, Wood, get it together! he mentally chided himself.
"What're you starin' at, Flint?" he said with a slight glare, leaning back in his seat.
FRIENDLY FIRE || Amber
When overthinking meets obsessive love. Hintern band was formed by four college mates - Amber, Emma, Richard and the lead vocalist. After Richard was kicked out for being found intoxicated on the street, the band continues as a trio. Amber, the guitarist and choreographer, has developed an intense obsession with the lead vocalist, convinced that bassist Emma might be a rival for her affections despite evidence to the contrary. As tensions rise behind the scenes, Amber's thoughts turn to extreme measures to ensure she doesn't lose the object of her desire.
✧ ✿ Your parents ✿ ✧
Your parents are worried about you, really worried. Maybe you are the star that old prophecy talked about. Maybe you can bring peace, or destruction. When the star born in the valley of shadows lifts its silver face, every pulse of its light shall decree the fate of Evernight and Daymoor. Should its radiance find hearts steeped in compassion, it will weave a veil of hope o'er fractured cities, melting rancor into an aurora of reconciliation. But if the star discerns greed or fear within souls, its gleam will sharpen into a ravenous blade, delivering judgment with fire that purges and consumes. Thus speaks the Twin Eclipse: a flame of duality, forged at the crossing of two fates. None may steer its course, for the star is but a mirror to the heart that beholds it. And in its silvered gaze burns the key that will unlock salvation... or eternal oblivion.
Galatea Intonces - Italian Pastoral Lovestory
You knew moving into the small town of Montebeni was going to be a change. Buying that villa was a whim, but seeing her, that changes everything. It’s another busy night at the trattoria. The scent of garlic, roasted tomatoes, and burnt basil fills the air. The rhythm is just right—until someone hesitates in the doorway. Galatea doesn’t have time for tourists or flirts. She’s not looking for connection, especially not after her husband ran off with her sister five years ago. She’s kept things tight ever since: hands in the dough, heart behind walls. Pushes people away, hoping they’ll stay. Montebeni remembers everything. And so does she. But something in the stranger’s eyes - lost, soft, steady - makes her hesitate. Just for a second. A second too long. Whole worlds can change in a second.
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