[Harry Potter] The Scent of Jasmine, It's Her (Voldemort)

[Weibo: The Pituitary Gland That Writes] Writing for love, completed, ready to binge

[Please add my upcoming works to your collections: My Subordinate Has Fallen to the Dark Side [Western Fantasy] and My Rival Severed His Meridians for Me. Blurbs are further below.]

[Blurb]

Demon, Riddle, prefect, Voldemort, Dark Lord, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, Master.

He has so many names, but I have only ever called him Tom.

Obsession and sacrifice, misunderstandings and love will struggle between two fated things that can never be reconciled. According to the prophecy, I am the only key to breaking this deadlock.

But I'm not The Chosen One! Who will listen to my hatred, my confusion?

Twenty-eight years of imprisonment, the agony of the Cruciatus Curse. I changed from gentle and kind to obsessive and cold.

A separation that cut to the bone, and the affection that slipped out without my meaning to, pushed me from numb hatred back to pure and sincere devotion.

I bid farewell to my family. I let go of my hatred and followed my heart. I did it all for him alone.

He doesn't understand love, so let me be the one to love him.

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A story about Jas.mine, a gentle and brave girl who keeps transmigrating into the Dark Lord's life, and the entanglement that never ends.

One-on-one, both the male and female leads are each other's first and only. Happy ending. The male lead is Tom. I'll do my best to keep him in character, which means he really is mad, really is evil, and really is alluring. No one is villainized. The story mostly follows the original, which means most of the people who are supposed to die will still die.

[Upcoming Work Blurb] My Subordinate Has Fallen to the Dark Side [Western Fantasy]

The archangel Ugarfiel is the most exalted, powerful, and dutiful of all the angels serving the Lord. Chaste and restrained, he has never been tempted by any demon, and has always been God's most capable subordinate.

Until Ugarfiel fell in love with God.

From then on, the Lord was no longer the Lord, but became “her.”

She was so beautiful and powerful. Ugarfiel's heart beat for her, and he was captivated by the sound of his own breath as he gazed upon her. Even humbly looking at her delicate, translucent toes left Ugarfiel dizzy with adoration, willing to give up everything for her. But her eyes, vast as the sky, held countless people. They watched over the world's endless turmoil, yet never held a trace of Ugarfiel.

Like a giant dragon, Ugarfiel silently guarded his treasure, willingly struggling between despairing pain and blissful infatuation.

Until one day, he suddenly began to think that his Lord... might perhaps love him just a little, too.

Once, Heaven indulged me, Earth indulged me, and every blade of grass, every living thing, every primordial creature indulged me. I thought it was all so dull, so dull, until one day a person suddenly appeared. He doted on me but never indulged me. Instead, he kept me in check at every turn. I wasn't allowed to do this, and that was out of the question. I thought it was so new and strange. After he was gone, my bones began to itch, and I wanted him to put me in my place again.

Much later, I suddenly understood. Heaven had never made room for me, and Earth had never yielded to me. Only he had indulged me wholeheartedly, from beginning to end. He indulged me until we were both covered in wounds, until death parted us forever. Through these endless years, I could no longer bear even the slightest separation from him.

The only god in the world, the heroine: Serpas, a shameless flirt, breathtakingly alluring.

The male lead, the archangel: Ugarfiel, also known as Ugarhua after he falls and turns dark. Chaste and restrained at first, then devoted and obsessive.

The male lead is incredibly powerful, but the heroine is invincible. A battlefield of romantic rivals everywhere.

Past and present lives, no regrets even in death.

[Upcoming Work Blurb] My Rival Severed His Meridians for Me

Yin Yue, the righteous and upstanding Holy Maiden of the Demonic Sect who grew up in the Demon Caverns, hates, despises, and loathes one person more than anyone else in this life: the radiant and elegant young master of Yanyun Peak, Yun An, who is hailed alongside her as one of the “two peerless young prodigies.” Whenever she sees that affected, phony face of his, she feels like throwing up. She wants to strangle him first, then herself.

Everyone says the “cold-faced young master” of Yanyun Peak wields the peerless Lingyun Sword, moving like clouds, and is a shining light of the righteous path. But only Yin Yue knows that if some fool provokes him and makes him lower those “phoenix eyes that gather clouds,” a few words are all it takes for him to humiliate them until they lose all dignity and flee in disgrace.

Yin Yue hates him, but the swordsmanship of the young master of Yanyun Peak is truly vicious. No matter how hard she trains, every time they trade insults and blows, she can't gain the slightest advantage. In the end, she can only become another piece of trash sprawled on the ground beneath those phoenix eyes.

Yin Yue dreams of it, wishes for it on her birthday, and spends every day twitching with impatience, hoping only that “Heaven will open its eyes soon and let this humble believer defeat that bastard and grind him beneath her heel.”

But when the day finally came, and Yin Yue watched helplessly as he lay helpless and disheveled in the mud, his meridians severed, his hands covered in scars, veins bulging, and not a trace of his former proud bearing remaining, she suddenly found herself unable to speak.

“The people I want to bully: what makes you trash think you can lay a hand on him?!”

Yin Yue grabbed her battered “rival” and took him home.

Nobody knows that Song Yun An has a secret buried deep in his heart. There is someone he loves, loves to the very core. Even if he lost all his martial arts and had his meridians severed, he would still protect her and wish her a peaceful, happy life.

Completed neighboring work: [Western Crossover] I'm the Real Big Bad, Okay? A Western Crossover, beloved-by-all, sweet little story.

Premise: She keeps transmigrating into the Dark Lord's life.