Uma coletânea de contos e textos inspirados por músicas antigas e atuais. *Lembrando que a classificação é +18 devido gatilhos e assuntos delicados em alguns capítulos. (Português ou Inglês)

After their reunion, Louis and Lestat must learn to deal with their trauma if they are to become part of one anothers lives again. There's a lack of Loustat fanfic on this site, so I thought I'd fix that ;) Overall content warning for references to mental health/grief/trauma/etc. Updates will happen regularly! French words are italicised, if you'd like a glossary of words/phrases I can include that or I could add footnotes, just let me know what you would prefer!

"So its true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love." - E. A. Bucchianeri, "Brushstrokes of a Gadfly" Cassie knows grief. It sleeps in bed next to her in the space where her heart used to lay. It haunts her every step like a shadow creature hoping to get close enough to devour her. It creeps into the dark recesses of her mind and stains every happy memory she's ever had. She's spent the better part of three years trying to claw her way out of the hole grief put her in. Her grief is a thing of beauty that strips her bare and forces roses from her fingertips, forms words on a screen, presses ink into paper. When Cassie struggles to maintain the barest of grasps on her sanity as the world shuts down, help comes from an unexpected source in the form of a new friend. What will happen when two people find themselves locked down in a house in the Irish countryside whilst the world burns around them? Will they dance in the flames or dissolve into ash?

"Did you hear? The new professor used to be a professional Quidditch player for the Falmouth Falcons!" "That would make her awfully young to be a professor, wouldn't it?" "Well, yeah, young and beautiful she is, compared to our other professors!" "Do you want to make a bet how long she'd last with god-awful Snape around?" In which the Defence Against the Dark Arts substitute professor engages in a tumultuous, and complicated relationship with the Potions professor. (The story will follow in accordance with the Philosopher's Stone, set in 1991-1992) Note: This is my work from AO3 transported, for more in the series please visit my AO3 with the same username for daily updates and further works.

❝Cuando no tienes amor, le pides al otro que te lo dé. Eres un mendigo. Y el otro te está pidiendo que se lo des a él o a ella. Dos mendigos extendiendo sus manos uno al otro, ambos con la esperanza de que el otro tenga amor para dar... Naturalmente, ambos se sienten derrotados y engañados. Esa es la paradoja: aquellos que se enamoran no tienen amor, por eso se enamoran.❞ ﹥Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh, filósofo ✨100k✨ [16.07.2022] ✨1 Millón ✨ [23.05.2024] - Título anterior: I Wanna Be Yours 𝐌𝐄𝐉𝐎𝐑 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 #13 en Drama entre 260k historias #2 en SlowBurn entre 1,04k historias OBRA REGISTRADA EN SAFECREATIVE CON TODOS LOS DERECHOS RESERVADOS. NO SE ADMITEN COPIAS NI TRADUCCIONES. Código de registro: 2307064773733 - creada: 14.05.2022 - terminada: 05.05.2023

En pausa | Megan, una estudiante y ayudante de un reconocido detective, se encuentra con situaciones en las que parece que el mismo demonio lo hizo. Título anterior: Demon.

As Lienna came of age for marriage, so did the princes she had long forgotten about. And then, in the dark of night, guards and nobles came to take her away. Lienna couldn't believe it. She was Chosen.

Aleah Black, daughter of Sirius Black, is a beautiful and smart 7th year Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry student. A Slytherin who then admired her Head of the House and Potions Professor, Severus Snape. But circumstances will arise that would make it hard for Aleah to pursue her feelings for the Potions Master. Years passed, Aleah was invited by Dumbledore to be the Charms professor at Hogwarts and it means being able to see her Potions Professor again. Will her feelings unfold, after all this time? I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE HARRY POTTER'S CHARACTERS.

Calliope had been working at the church's funeral home for ages, her day consisting of the same routine day in and day out. She was an unwilling member of the clergy, not because she disagreed with their beliefs, but rather because she didn't have a say in joining in the first place. She prayed for change, she couldn't live a structured life anymore, knowing every day would be the same as the last. [ᴘᴀᴘᴀ ᴇᴍᴇʀɪᴛᴜꜱ ɪɪɪ x ᴏᴄ]