Everyone knew the cliché. It wasn't a secret. Cold hearted Slytherin falls for a warm and overly loud Gryffindor. That wasn't Beatrice's case. She was the cold hearted Slytherin, but the simple concept of love bored her to death. She had known love, yes. But not the kind he was offering. Love at first sight? She probably would have laughed on anyone's face who dared mention the most classic trope of them all. "Utter bullshit," she answered every single time. Until, it happened to her and struck her between her sapphire eyes like a stunning spell. Tumbling down everything that she had ever known and believed in. But she was stubborn. And so was he. Disclaimer: I only own the characters that I created, everything else belongs to she who must not be named. This fanfic does not follow the events of the books and only contains certain aspects of it since it is an AU. We do not support JKR's beliefs in this household so if you do please kindly get out.

"𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘? 𝙼𝚎, 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝙸 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐."

𝘛𝘞: +18 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘉𝘋𝘚𝘔, 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 & 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘩𝘰𝘭. Fred Weasley hated that Slytherin girl with his entire soul; Lilith Arambella was not only Severus Snape's niece, the daughter of one of the most dangerous Death Eaters to ever exist but also, the Beater in the Slytherin team and a terribly good player (nearly as good as him!). Fred Weasley couldn't do anything but hate her, and the feeling was pretty much reciprocal. ✵ • 𝘍𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘞𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘹 𝘖𝘊 • 𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 1994 - 1998 + 𝘌𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘶𝘦 • 𝘌𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 • 𝘚𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 • 𝘔𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲, 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗔/𝗡 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗧𝗪𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗹 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴/𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆. [ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐞-𝐰𝐡𝐨-𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭-𝐧𝐨𝐭-𝐛𝐞-𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐤𝐚 𝐉𝐊𝐑 ] 𝓍𝒶𝓃𝒶 <3

"I've never...ever in my whole fucking life let someone in, but you have managed to infiltrate me in every sense of the word. I hate more than anything that you are my weakness, Rose, but you are and I need you to realize that and admit that I am the same to you before I lose my fucking mind." His eyes squinted with tear of frustration and desperation. Why did I have the urge to wipe them away as one slid down his cheek? (TWs in AN) *DO NOT REPOST OR PRINT WITHOUT PERMISSION* *THE CHARACTERS I OWN ARE ROSE EROS, LEONARDO RILEY, CELIA RILEY, FLORA AND VICTOR EROS! ALL OTHER CHARACTERS BELONG TO JKR!!*

"even when she was lying, there was a certain truth she always told" A pretty girl, a deal gone wrong, an ultimatum, and a death... Another average week for the Peaky Blinders. [T. Shelby] [Under Editing]

☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ (Harry Potter x Fem! Reader) ❝ 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡- 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡- 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬. ❞ ϟ 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬... - Swearing - No smut - Mostly fluff - Books-based storyline - A sprinkle of Draco Malfoy ϟ *I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER* STARTED: 18.09.20 FINISHED: 25.10.21

"𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗."

George Weasley x OC fic | WARNING: this story contains mature content, such as smut, drug & alcohol use, and other mature themes. "I'll be yours if you'll have me." The Burrow hadn't been Eleanor's place of choice to stay for the summer, but neither was Rome with her parents. With both so blinded by their fortune and riches, anything was better than spending three months with them on yet another extravagant trip. As she arrives at the Burrow, however, her view on life quickly shifts once she meets George Weasley, and he is the one that finally teaches her how to live. #1 in you'll- ongoing #1 in ginnyweasley- 08/09/2021 #2 in georgeweasley- 10/27/2021 #3 in weasley- 7/9/2022

go ahead and cry little girl, nobody does it like you do.

*sequel to Lover* "𝖶𝗁𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇'𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀?" 𝖦𝖾𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝖺, 𝖺 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗄𝖾𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽. "𝖶𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝖽𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖣𝖺𝗁𝗅𝗂𝖺. 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗆𝖾."