"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

A single 19 year old who just wants to love her life and give not two fucks . She went through abuse and rape like nobody else has. She want a night out and she goes with her four best friends . they all go to a bar that is a few miles away from their good sized home , where they all live together . They get their and a guy catches her eye . A single 24 year old who only has one night stands and pleasures ever so often . He and his 4 friends go out to the bar like they would every other Saturday night . They all walk in and a certain girl catches his eye .

To the Marauders and to Regulus Black, James Potter is the sun. He is a joy to be around and one of the most supportive friends one can have. James looks out for all of his friends. James looks out for Remus by making his life as easy and painless as possible. James looks out for Peter by giving him advice and encouraging letters. James looks out for Sirius by helping him through panic attacks and nightmares. James looks out for everyone, but no one is looking out for him. James is stuck in a perfectionist cycle striving for perfection in everything. He needs to have good grades, and he needs to be the best chaser at Hogwarts. His desires become obsessive, and his struggles go under the radar of his friends. James is under-eating, and over-exercising and his anxiety is nearly debilitating. It is the summer before the sixth year when everything changes when Sirius Black finally runs away from home. James finds Sirius at his doorstep with his trunk and holding on to his little brother's hand for dear life. Regulus notices that James isn't who he seems to be, but that doesn't make him any less perfect in his eyes. - Tigger Warnings - This fic includes topics about mental health and eating disorders, but no SH. - This fic is not canon compliant and is a happy ending fic, however, it will be sad off and on throughout the fic. - Extended summary inside the fic - Also follow @savingthesun on TikTok for teasers and updates:)