Even if it's a false god we'd still worship it - False god. Violetta Lantsov was a child. A scared nine year old who ran away to Ketterdam. Violetta Lantsov never needed a crown. Yet one was forced on her. Viola Sovla is a killer. A thief. A crow. A harden criminal who controls Ketterdam. She is know as the crooked saint. The Crooked saint didn't have a face. That was whispered through out the streets of Ketterdam.If you saw her face you would think it was death dressed up and coming to call. When Viola and her friends are tasked to kidnap the Sun Summoner. In doing this it will drag Viola into a world she swore to leave behind. Only one person knows who she truly is and that is someone that nobody would trust. The one person she is always with. Kaz Brekker. Dirtyhands. The bastard of the barrel. ~~**~~ Kaz Rietveld was a child. A naive nine year old who went to Ketterdam with his brother. Kaz Brekker is a killer. A pickpocket. A crow. A casters of the barrel who is feared in Ketterdam. He is known as Dirtyhands . Kaz Brekker didn't need a reason. Those were the words whispered on the streets of Ketterdam, in the taverns and coffeehouses, in the dark and bleeding alleys of the pleasure district known as the Barrel. The boy they called Dirtyhands didn't need a reason any more than he needed permission - to break a leg, sever an alliance, or change a man's fortunes with the turn of a card. But he did have one. He is given the opportunity of a lifetime. One million Kruge to kidnap the sun summoner. In doing this it will drag him and his friends into danger that is unimaginable and bring back memories that are long dead. Only one person knows who he is someone that few people would trust. The one person he is never without. Viola Sovla. The crooked saint. His favourite crow and longest friend. Kaz Brekker x oc All rights go to Leigh Bardugo and her incredible books!

Just snippet and cannon/head cannons for my stories🩷🩷🩷

"𝑰𝒇 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉." 18+ | 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄, 𝐕𝚰𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄, 𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝑪𝒐𝒓𝒚𝒏𝒏𝒕𝒉 𝑺𝒂𝒚𝒓𝒆, last heir of a bloodline soaked in centuries of dark magic, has lived beneath the ceaseless whispers of the dead. They claw at her mind, curse her flesh, and demand obedience she will never give. When a relic promising absolute death and the sweet, final silence of the world reveals itself, she hunts it without hesitation. 𝑻𝒐𝒎 𝑹𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆 is there, brilliant, infamous, and insatiably hungry for dominion. He also wants the relic for power and immortality. Their paths entwine in a deadly dance of obsession, deceit, and silent wars waged in glances and thoughts. Neither trusts the other; both crave the same prize, yet both are drawn to the darkness reflected in the other's eyes. Bound together by ambition, they embark on a dangerous journey, each guarding truths that could annihilate the other. 𝑯𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒔: #𝟏 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕 #𝟏 𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 #𝟏 𝒏𝒊𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒎 #𝟏 𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 #𝟏 𝒔𝒍𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 #𝟐 𝒕𝒐𝒎

I haven't seen enough fanfics of this sexy mf. there will be ⚠NO SMUT⚠ at all >:( this is for my fellow Adam lovers. There's also an extra character to add in your relationship 👀👀👀

After the mysterious death of her parents, Aurora Fawley is sent to a London orphanage, where she meets Tom Riddle. They become friends during her time there, but the connection ends when Aurora is adopted and taken away. Seven years later, Aurora goes to Hogwarts for her final year, now engaged to Abraxas Malfoy. There, she comes face to face with Tom Riddle once more. He is no longer the boy she remembers, but a distant and unsettling young man whose interest in her has clearly not faded. As the year unfolds, long-buried secrets surrounding her parents' deaths and Aurora's own unusual magic begin to surface. At the same time, Tom's influence within the school grows stronger, drawing Aurora back into his world in ways she never expected. Aurora is determined to uncover the truth about her past and to stop Tom from descending fully into darkness. But trying to save someone becomes difficult when that person does not want to be saved... cover made by @elixirdrawn on instagram

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 [Y/N] [L/N], overlord, non-morning person, sardonic businesswoman, and the owner of one of hell's biggest record labels, and vox, CEO of voxtech, control freak, and certified stalker, with a sex life as big as the third ring of hell are rumored to be together. ☆ in the lights; vox x fem! reader ☆

When you glitch into the Digital Circus as a fox-themed clown, you expect confusion, panic, maybe a few cartoon horrors. You do not expect Jax - sarcastic, smug, impossible Jax - to be the first one who really sees you. He's everything you shouldn't get close to: sharp teeth, sharper wit, and a talent for pressing every button you have. He's also the one who keeps watching you when he thinks you won't notice. The one who steps closer every time another character does. The one who slips a soft moment between every jab like he can't help himself. But the Circus has plans of its own - glitching mazes, forced team-ups, and traps that shove the two of you together again and again until sparks turn into wildfire. And when the maze tries to take you from him, Jax breaks in ways he didn't think he could. Now he refuses to leave your side... and maybe you don't want him to. Between jealousy, soft vulnerability, chaotic adventures, and the kind of tension that makes the neon walls flicker, you and Jax start to carve out something real in a world where nothing is supposed to make sense. He swears he doesn't do feelings. You swear you don't trust troublemakers. The Circus swears it doesn't ship you two. Everyone is lying. WARNING SMUTTTT :DDDDDDD

― "You'd look exquisite in my undoing." ― Flora Moreau spoke in soft syllables and sharp truths. A Ravenclaw with ink-stained hands, she sketched the world as she saw it - not as it wished to be seen. Daughter of an ancient French bloodline, she had walked Hogwarts' halls for years, quiet as moonlight, untouchable as frost. Draco Malfoy loathed her. Her composure, her defiance, her refusal to give him the satisfaction of a single flinch. He provoked; she dismissed. He sneered; she smiled. And yet, she was in his mind - carved there like an etching he could not erase. She was everything he had been raised to hate, and everything he did not understand about himself. Their battles were fought in glances and words, in wit that cut deeper than curses, in the space between cruelty and longing - where the line between wanting her and destroying her blurred into damnation. ☽｡⋆

― "I love you more than life itself," ― Althea Potter had always been a light. Where James burned wild and reckless, she glowed warm and steady, drawing people in with her laughter, her kindness, and her stubborn belief that everyone carried a spark worth loving. She was the sister who brightened shadows, the girl who never let anyone feel unseen. Regulus Black, on the other hand, was born of shadows. Cold where she was warm, distant where she was tender, sharp where she was soft-he was a boy sculpted by duty, drowning beneath the weight of a name that demanded silence, obedience, sacrifice. They were opposites, orbiting each other in disdain. She saw him as cruel and unfeeling, and he saw her as naïve and foolish. Yet the world has a way of binding the unwilling, and war makes strange companions of enemies. Slowly, through whispered arguments and stolen glances, Althea discovered the boy beneath the mask, and Regulus found himself yearning for the light he had spent his life rejecting. But love in times of war is fragile. It does not always save. Sometimes it destroys, quietly, beautifully, tragically. And when the end came-as it always would-they both learned that hatred can turn to love, and love can burn into something fiercer still. Something unshakable. Something eternal. Something that could only be called devotion. ☽｡⋆

― "You are my ruin - and my salvation." ― Lilith Vale was born different - too sharp, too cold, and far too powerful for someone so young. Raised on dark magic and haunted by her father's death, she's spent her life searching for the spell that destroyed him... and nearly took her with it. Now in her final year at Hogwarts, she wears the badge of Head Girl like a mask. To the rest of the school, she's brilliant, distant, untouchable. But underneath, Lilith is spiraling - unraveling under the weight of secrets, survivor's guilt, and a hunger for knowledge that no book seems able to satisfy. Then comes him.. Tom Riddle - charming, calculated, and dangerously intelligent. He's the only one who sees her as more than a quiet storm. And the only one whose mind she can't seem to read. He wants to know what she's hiding. She wants to know why he's watching. Their connection is a game of power and proximity. A cold war wrapped in stolen glances and veiled threats. But something dark is stirring at Hogwarts - students are disappearing, ancient symbols are resurfacing, and Lilith is getting too close to the truth. To the truth about her father. To the truth about Tom. And to the truth about herself. Because some magic isn't meant to be studied. Some obsessions aren't meant to be survived. And some love stories are written only to end in destruction. ☽｡⋆