"We've been sleeping in the same bed for almost six years now." "Right." Your best friend nodded, running a hand through his silver hair. "But..." You pointed a finger in the air. "We can be strong, independent people." "Right." "And for one night, sleep in a different bed." "...Right." This is a year-long collaboration with @magicalmenagerie, where she wrote a story between Peter Parker and an OC that follows the exact same story timeline as this one. Please go and check her story out, too! This story does contain smut, swearing, violence, and some very dark themes.

Oliver Wood's little sister Yn Wood has come to Hogwarts. (This used to be an Oc x George but I changed it to be x reader. So when reading you see anywhere that says Adair and not Yn pleas leave a comment so I can fix it)

Yn/ln is going to her first year at hogwarts and encounters the brightest witch and the boys what happens do they become friends or simply ignore each other also g!p warning also I'm new so i have no idea what I'm doing 😀

With Fred as his older, much more popular and idolised, womaniser of a brother, George hadn't had much experience in the field of romance, except that very one time back in 1st year when he met a certain nerdy, quiet and mischievous girl. After spending every single day of the year with her, her and her family fled Hogwarts and England without warning. Left feeling both betrayed and hurt, how will George react when his first love y/n returns back to Hogwarts in 6th year? - Art is from Pinterest and not mine! <3

❝Just because someone stumbles and loses their path, doesn't mean they can't be saved.❞ - [set during X-Men: First Class]

Your heart thumped loudly in your ears yet it felt like you weren't breathing. "Oh my-" Charles spoke. "Is it really you?" You looked at the people with him. There was Hank with tear filled eyes, a silver haired boy with a snarky smile and a tall grim looking man with sad eyes. You looked back at Charles. He looked the worse you'd ever seen him. Long, lanky hair and stubble. The circles under his eyes were a shade of purple. "What are you doing here?" you asked him, your voice barely audible. ========== Updated with new parts every week. I don't own the cover. I only own the characters and scenes of my own creation, everything else goes to Marvel and Fox. This book contains swearing.

The year was 1962 when I met the man I would later call my husband. The man who sits at my bedside, holding my hand as I weakly gaze into the familiar blue eyes that captivated me many years ago... Far too many years than I would care to mention. "Charles?" My voice escapes my lips in a breathy hum, the downtrodden tones of approaching death threatening to distort his beautiful name. "Yes, my Love?" He replies with an expression of deep melancholy. "Do you remember when we met?" I inquire with a gentle smile painted upon my face, my wrinkled hand cradled gently in his own. "Of course I do, Darling," he soothes me, the cool metal of his wedding band brushing against my skin. "I never stop remembering."

"My name is Charles Xavier " he says, "and this is my friend Erik Lensherr. We're here, your safe now." Before you pass out in his arms you choke out three words "Please. Help me." ======= Updated with new parts every week. I don't own the cover. I only own the characters and scenes of my own creation, everything else goes to Marvel and Fox. This book contains swearing.

From when you met to when you said good bye. A short series of stories about a shy reader and her love with Charles.