I want (to punch) you so bad
Taehyung always hated people like Jungkook. Smug, conceited and arrogant. Jungkook always hated people like Taehyung. Cheerful, dramatic, who can't shut up. So once Taehyung moans at the feeling of Jungkook's hand around his throat during one of their fights, they both start to question is it really hatred they feel for each other. Or Jungkook is the most popular boy at school. Taehyung is the most gay one. Those two don't get along.The locker room reeked of sweat and antiseptic, the fluorescent lights flickering above the tiled floor. Taehyung shoved Jungkook hard, sending him stumbling back into the row of metal lockers with a clang. "You think you’re better than everyone, don’t you?" he spat, voice cracking with fury. Jungkook lunged forward, grabbing the front of Taehyung’s blazer, slamming him against the wall.
Their faces were inches apart, breaths ragged, eyes blazing. Jungkook’s hand shot up, gripping Taehyung’s throat—not enough to choke, just enough to hold. To control. Taehyung gasped, then froze as a soft, shameful moan slipped out, vibrating against Jungkook’s palm.
Time stopped. Jungkook’s pupils dilated. His grip didn’t loosen. Neither of them moved. The anger in the air had shifted, twisted into something hot and unfamiliar.
Was that… pleasure? And worse—did Jungkook feel it too?
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Before the Storm
“Go.” She said, not quite yelling but suddenly intense as she herded Harry back, away from the pillar and towards the tracks. “Go now, boy, or you’ll miss your train!” He looked behind his shoulder, there was a train....he hadn’t heard it approach. The doors were open and waiting, and for no good reason at all, he stepped inside. The strange little woman didn’t follow him on, she simply stood there watching him, that same incomprehensible smile on her face. “Which path will you choose?” She asked again, just before the doors closed, replacing his view of her with his own, pale reflection. Sirius was gone, and Harry's world was crumbling through his fingers. All he wanted was a little peace, just a moment to himself. Maybe it was a wish come true, maybe it was just the machinations of a strange little witch and her enchanted locket. When Harry found himself, now fifty years in the past, on his birthday, he doesn't question it too much. He simply takes the opportunities set before him. Sent back in time, he will encounter the young Tom Riddle. In this unexpected meeting, will Harry find the peace he craves, or will a new, forbidden entanglement of love and hate with Tom completely overturn history?
It runs in the blood
Sirius Black makes a different choice. Disillusioned by the rigid traditions of his ancient house, the madness of the Black family, and the hypocrisy he perceived in his "Light" friendships, Sirius opts for a different path after Hogwarts. He bypasses the Order of the Phoenix and chooses a more dangerous, seductive route—swearing fealty to the Dark Lord Voldemort. Voldemort, ever perceptive, recognizes the raw, almost destructive potential in the heir of the Black family. He intends to merely exploit Sirius's name and abilities but finds himself unexpectedly drawn to the fiercely rebellious and captivating young wizard. Sirius believes he is fighting for power and freedom, only to find himself irresistibly pulled into the Dark Lord's suffocating, possessive gaze. When the rebel of the Black family finally bows before the darkest authority, how will this forbidden bond of power and desire rewrite the fate of the entire First Wizarding War? And can the Dark Lord and his "loyal" follower find a twisted love that defies the very definitions of light and darkness?
Dear Voldie
With looming exams and Umbridge wielding more power than ever, Harry Potter is at the end of his tether. In a desperate attempt to stop the nightmares and visions that, admittedly, mean absolutely nothing to him, he makes a reckless decision—he writes a letter to Voldemort. This small, seemingly insane act sparks a chain of events that can change everything. The letter is more than just a plea for silence; it is an unconscious challenge to his nemesis from the deepest part of Harry's soul. How will Voldemort, the ruthless Dark Lord, respond to this ironically desperate overture from his supposed mortal enemy? The Wizarding World is set for massive upheaval. The fated enmity between Harry and Voldemort will, under the catalyst of this letter, transform into an unprecedented and dangerously alluring connection. Will this be for better or worse? As the line between the hero and the villain blurs because of one letter, how will their destinies be redefined? Will this desperate plea be the world's salvation, or will it push it into a deeper abyss?
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