"Regulus was still stressed about his grades and the dark mark he didn't need to worry about stupid Potter. 'But his eyes are so pretty' Shit." Hi! This is my first fan fic I'm posting, so it has some grammars and spelling mistakes but if u leave a comment I try to fix it! Enjoy the story!! (I do not own Harry Potter all rights to these characters go to J.K. Rowling who I hate with all my heart)

This fanfiction is an Alternative Universe into the Muggle World but the characters still belong to JK Rowling. This contains characters from the Marauders era and others from Harry Potter. I'm not going to give face claims. You are free to imagine the characters how you wish and choose the face claims you feel most comfortable with. This fanfic is during the 70's in the UK, specifically in London. Hogwarts is a high elite school. Each chapter would be addressed from a different character point of view. Hope you like it!

Technoblade and Sunny have known each other for two years. Each day, they grow closer and closer. Almost falling in love. Yet the arrival of one, tall British man changes everything. This is my first story, so please give me some feedback :) MCYT X OC OC- Sunny Main MCYT- Technoblade, Wilbur Soot, Karl Jacobs, Dream

for one to be loved so simply. ✦ eijiro kirishima x fem reader ✦ previously titled 'distraction' 𝙖 𝘭𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝙗𝙣𝙝𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 04. 2020 ( ✓ ) 05.2020

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK FIVE ---- Tryst (noun): a private romantic rendezvous between lovers, "a moonlight tryst". ---- Your eyes drifted upwards catching onto the glint of the sword that had saved you and following the curve of the blade upwards until you came to a knarled hand, with dirt under the fingernails. You followed the arm upwards until you reached his face - partly obscured underneath a green and white striped hat. You were able to catch onto blue eyes and the scruff of a beard underneath a mop of blonde hair though. What drew your attention most though, was the crow's wings behind him, flared out and glinting by the light of the sword. You hadn't even heard him swoop down for the approach. For someone who hadn't been seen in over a century, the Angel of Death looked young... too young. But then he was spinning away, wings flapping behind him so that he hovered over the ground as he sliced through anything that came too close for comfort. Even the skeletons a ways away weren't safe from his flames when their zombie counterparts came staggering too close. Soon enough, the dark forest was alight with burning undead creatures, providing a light source for you to stagger up to your feet as the Angel slid his sword back into it's scabbard. You weren't expecting him to round on you like he did, fire in his eyes. "What the hell are you doing?"

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 4 --- Gladius, (noun): (in ancient Rome) a short sword. --- Eret perked up as soon as you and Simon walked into the room, a wide and welcoming smile coming onto his face. He was softer looking than his father had been, but you could still see some of the similar traits. He had a head of thick dark curls, and the same sharp jaw that his father had had. He wasn't as bulky though - he was tall and thin - and his face was a lot more open. What separated him most from his father's likeness though was the colorful cape, and the large mirrored glasses he wore - swirling with colors reflected from the room. He stood from his seat when Maven let the doors swing shut behind her, that wide smile still on his face. "You must be the embassy." "And you must be King Eret." You said, stooping into a bow. "Oh, there's no need for that." Eret said as you rose from your bow. He stepped down from the dias where his throne sat - colorful cape trailing behind him - and came to stand in front of you, taking your hand instead. "I'm not really one for formalities." He grinned, shaking your hand. His palm was warm against yours, and you could feel some slight callouses - most likely from practicing his sword work.

Another Ranboo x Reader story because I'm such a (respectful) simp You meet mystery boy outside of the school during a dance. You bond over shared school budget cookies and the friendship grows from there. Was originally called 'Highschool Dance' but I like this title better :>

"You should tell him, you know," a familiar voice softly said from behind her. "I know you love him." "Remus," she began turning around to face her friend, "You know I can't do that. He's my best friend, and h-he's in love with his perfect Lily-flower," Elsie sighed as tears began forming in her eyes. "But, Elsie... you don't see the way he looks at you, he-," his sentence was cut off by the girl with tears running down her face. "I don't see how he looks at me, but I see how he looks at her! And, t-that's enough to know that I will n-never be good enough to be with h-him," she snapped through stifled words. "But why don't you just tell him? Why don't you let yourself have a chance at happiness for once?" he asked stepping forwards, wiping her cheeks with his thumbs. "Because...loving him is a losing game. Either way, I'm the one getting hurt," Elsie whispered, falling into the arms of the boy in front of her. SLOW BURN {extended summary inside} (All characters, plots, and aspects of this story belonging to the Harry Potter Universe are credited to JK Rowling.)

Falak Singhania wanted a peaceful sixth year. But that evidently became too much to ask when her cousin sister Geeti announced her wedding and her Daado and Ammi announced that after her Christmas Wedding Falak's engagement would be held with their family friend Raghav. But Falak has other plans, which includes a British Boy, a romantic backstory and a fake boyfriend with whom she can carry out her plan. Where does Sirius Black fit in? Obviously NOT in Falak's heart! Follow Falak and Sirius' story through chai sessions, witty banter, head banging, food fights, arguments and impulsive decisions to the end! Note: The book doesn't show or refer to any religion, please keep that in mind, but overall Indian culture is enclosed in it. Doesn't matter if you're not an Indian, there are no things that'll make you feel like you missing something. So do give it a try and I promise you'll love it. Ps- the wizard of war will not occur in this story. Falak dealing with her huuuuuge family is bloody (get it?) enough, though the pure blood supremacy and prejudices will be there, just no old voldy.

"I promise you Gilbert, there is no true way that you love me. " "But I do, and I kick myself every day for it. I hate myself for loving the girl who could never love me back. Because she is a girl who only thinks of me as a dear friend, I find myself willing to wait my whole life for this girl. No madder if she loves me or not because I will love you forever Alice Daisy and it is killing me." ~I do not own any of the Anne with an e cast other than the Daisy family~