alcohol abuse/alcoholism

9 years after the battle of Hogwarts, the war still rages on and everyone is much changed since their days at Hogwarts.Hermione is the most lethal soldier in The Order, spending her days on rescue missions to free captured Muggleborn slaves and fight on the front line. For years, she's been meeting in secret with a spy within Voldemort's ranks to exchange information.But when she's captured and made prisoner at Malfoy Manor, of all the dark and evil ways she'd envisioned Malfoy would torture her, she never quite imagined anything this horrific. I just wanted to make it abundantly clear that I was originally inspired to write this fic after I read the masterpiece that is Manacled, so I would like to thank SenLinYu for her amazing work! The memory searching aspect of Manacled is what inspired me, and although I have adapted that, (and also made Draco head Death Eater, because... ya know... we all love it when he's Voldemort's right hand man 😅😉), Secrets and Masks will be a very very different fic all together.

Hermione Granger wanted to lose control. And Draco Malfoy wanted to take it.

Alastor was an ace of spades who had no fleshly desires at all — or so he thought. Then Lucifer Morningstar came along, and he felt things he’d never felt before. Lust. Fear. Desire. He felt threatened, and what better way to deal with a threat than to take control of that which was threatening, by any means necessary? Lucifer just wanted to be a good father to his daughter, Charlie. He never expected to be drugged to the point of weakness by one of her so-called “friends” and he certainly didn’t expect to become a victim of something as horrible and cruel as rape. What makes it worse is that the rape forces him to remember that his body is hermaphroditic in the worst way possible. Charlie just wants to reconnect with her father. But suddenly, he seems so small, so scared. Like a porcelain doll that will break if she so much as looks at him the wrong way. She doesn’t know what’s wrong — but she knows something IS wrong, and she wants, so badly, to help him. But how can she help him when he refuses to speak about it? And why is Alastor so much more coy and buddy-buddy than usual, too? Somehow, she thinks it’s connected to her father’s sudden meek temperament, and she doesn’t like it one bit.

It's three years after the awful night that Kita left, and Bocchi has all but given up on life. No longer able to handle seeing their friend so low Nijika and Ryo come up with a plan to help. --- “Did you invite her? Is she going to be there?” She had to know. “Yes, I already talked to her. She’ll be at the wedding. Bocchi-” Hitori didn’t hear the rest of whatever Nijika said. She’s going to be there. I’m going to see Kita again.

While the Targaryens are busy ruling Westeros, the smallfolk keep their draconic overlords fed, watered, and clothed. (A non-chronological anthology of servant/smallfolk POVs as they interact with the Targs.)

He was Lord Sirius Black III, of the Noble and Most Ancient House, Duke of Sutherland, Marquess of Stafford, and Master of Godric Hall. He would not be sent into a tailspin by a simple tailor. He would not pine over a meagre suit. He was stunning, dripping in silver and black and deep shades of purple. It was him, his beauty, his body, not someone’s craft, that made him the powerful, imposing figure that commanded the attention of every insipid soul out there. More, they demanded. And he would be more. He would be everything. After the death of his father, Sirius takes up his place at the head of Britain's most influential aristocratic family. And Sirius is absolutely fine with it. After all, he has the wealth, the titles, the huge estate - plus everything money can buy. What more could he possibly want?But there’s something missing, a hollow ache he can’t ignore and that he's apparently determined to fill with suits. Which explains why he finds himself returning again and again to the quaint little atelier across the Welsh border. It certainly has nothing to do with the attractive tailor and his stupid smirk.

He will be Mori's ability, forever in his control and in his hands. They'll play their roles perfectly, Mori as the puppeteer and Dazai as his puppet. And if his dear Osamu ever refused to play his role, well...corpses can't do humane things because they're corpses, and Osamu Dazai was never human to begin with. So he'll always be a corpse and Mori will always be Mori. They'll be a perfect pair, together until the end. No matter how long it takes. ALTERNATE SUMMARY: Dazai Osamu died at the age of 15, found in his shipping container with his wrists slit and blood pooling beneath his frame. Then how is it possible, that despite his 'death', The Demon Prodigy of the Port Mafia is alive and well, seemingly younger in appearance and now completely in Mori's control. It's all a mess. A mess Chuuya will do anything to solve. Dazai playlist out now! --> Dazai Playlist!

The Noceda family has been followed by tragedy for years. After too many death anniversaries clumped together in a singular month, Luz and Vee are anxious to finally leave August behind them. Hunter Wittebane hasn’t felt fully happy since he was 7. Plagued by loss, abuse, and an unstable living situation throughout the Bible Belt, he feels weird being back in his hometown after nearly a decade. One fateful bus ride brings the trio together. ~Noceda Siblings Human AU~ Fic title from If We Have Each Other by Alec Benjamin. Please check tags and chapter notes for content warnings.