Guy, gals, and non binary pals, welcome to the circus! An undercover cop posing as a dancer. A criminal living as a circus runaway. A forbidden love blossoming. Will Danica succeed in her first big job? Or will she fall trap to the entrancement of the circus? Jump aboard the tracks, come step inside the tent, pull the curtain back and find out... **** "A lot can happen in a minute, Harry." "Oh yeah?" he teases. I nod, "You can fall in love in a minute. You can break a heart. Change a life. A split second can mean the difference between life and death...A minute is an infinite amount of time when it comes to the fragility of us." It really is. The minute I agreed to do this I changed my life. The minute I showed up here I changed their lives. And in the minute that I leave, I'm going to blow it all up behind me... What the fuck am I doing here? What am I doing with him when it's all only temporary? "Okay," he smiles, completely oblivious to the reality I create around him, "I'll give you a minute." In the same breath, I turn to look back out to the view, wishing this train could leave my old life behind the way it does these tracks. I wouldn't have to worry then. It's all gone so quickly you wouldn't even remember they were there. I wonder if I stepped off the top of this train and hoped for the best...would it all work out, or would I get caught in the mess below? *** (I do not accept translations, sorry x)

"I care too much, it's kinda a problem." OC X Cedric Diggory Story under editing - now with added angst

"when I'm with you, I feel alive." +++ [goblet of fire] cedric diggory x oc i do not own harry potter or the rest of the characters (except my own) all the rights go to jk rowling. © laurastilinski_24 - 2019-20 {COMPLETED 19/4/20}

Ambrosia Hatton knew she was shy, sitting in the corner of the library alone during many lunches. But that was how she liked it, Ambrosia had been alone for a very long time and she appreciated the solace and peace that only silence could bring her, away from the busy setting of the foster home she lived in. He was an addition to her quiet life, Edward Cullen didn't test her limits, he secretly coaxed her away from her isolation and she loved him for it... [Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction and I do not own the original content]

Oh. Oh. Hoping I'm correctly reading his signals, I press my outstretched hand flat to the table and push myself to subtly lean forward so the edge of the wood is pressing into the bottom of my ribcage. His head nodding in encouragement, I tear my gaze from his to the gleaming red marble hanging from his consumingly mascunline hand. I tip my head to the side and lower my torso to almost parallel with the barrier between us. My eyes stay focused on their target, much too apprehensive to risk elsewhere. Tilting my head back, I allow my tongue to barely outrace my teeth when they come in contact with the fruit. Plucking it from the flimsy stem, I hear a muffled groan so deep and gravely it could have been a figment of my lecherous mind. Repositioning back into my previous stance in my seat, I dare a glimpse at the halcyon figure bursting moonbeams of dazzling stardust through my veins and down into the knotting bottom of my abdomen. One arm pressed down into his lap, the other still outstretched but now just laying on the surface of the wood. His head thrown to rest on the back of his chair, eyes closed and throat fully exposed save the few strands of hair curling down the sides and attempting to nuzzle beneath the open plackets of his shirt. "Holy fuck, cherry cheeks. Cherry lips. Cherry tart. Cherry gum. Shit." My racing heart beating in time with the cadence of his words. With the cadence of the ticking hands of the forgotten clock on the wall. Some things too powerful to relinquish attention to even time herself. -------------------------- The twisting and turning turmoil of love following two open-minded but closed-hearted individuals. TW on some parts. Mature Content. highest rank: •#40 in harrystylesfanfiction •#6 in eroda •#11 in kiwi •#7 in sweetcreature