❝𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞'𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐫.❞ hermione granger x male oc *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* 'The Boy Who Loved' chronicles the life of Charlie Hawthorne, a pureblood wizard unaware that his only flaw is his unlimited capacity to love, as he battles alongside his three closest friends to face the miraculous torments and arisen horrors of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry. [Philosopher's Stone - Deathly Hallows] *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* *DISCLAIMER* This is a work of fanfiction using characters from the Harry Potter world, which is trademarked by J.K. Rowling. Majority of characters used are characters created and owned by J.K. Rowling, and I do not claim any ownership over them or the world of Harry Potter. The story of Charlie Hawthorne is entirely my own, and is not believed to be part of J.K. Rowling's original story canon. This story is for entertainment purposes only! Hope you enjoy!

love conquers all ! but can their relationship withstand all the problems the world throws their way? hermione granger x milo bähr (oc) ✎ᝰ. -NEPTUNXS cover: TheGodLoky

~𝙃𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙖 𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙝𝙚𝙧~ Hermione had never seen anyone more suited to Slytherin than Alastair Riddle. And he wasn't even a bastard who only knew how to mock and point fingers at people like her. No, Alastair Riddle was too proud, too mysterious to dabble in such things. When he walked down the hall, everyone turned to look at him; when he looked at you, you felt your spine tingle from intensity of that gaze. Not that Hermione had ever experienced it. It was simply how she imagined eye contact with the Slytherin prince. °°° Hermione x maleoc Because I think that Hermione deserves a better love story. ~We were meant for each other, even if we were completely wrong story~

Fußball Oneshots (BoyxBoy) Der zweite Teil von den Fußball Oneshots Wünsche einfach in die Kommentare schreiben und Smut ist markiert ;)

[VOL. 1] «Come now, let's see...», started the hat in a theatric tone, almost amused. «Ah what an interesting personality... I notice a certain disdain for rules, a rebel spirit! Yet there's also courage, a determination that sticks out», he stopped for a second, as if it was observing in depth. «Oh but what do we have here? I see some extraordinary abilities, but also... darkness around you» * «Are you planning to act like this every time we're together?» I asked, trying to sound sarcastic but feeling the warmth of my blushing cheeks betray me. Sebastian smirked, that half-confident, half-brazen smile that was his signature. «If it gets to you, Claire, I might just consider it.» * ANYONE CAN READ THIS STORY; THERE'S NO NEED TO HAVE PLAYED HOGWARTS LEGACY. THIS STORY, EXCEPT FOR SOME PARTS THAT ARE JUST THE SAME AS IN THE GAME, IS ENTIRELY INVENTED BY ME. PLEASE DO NOT PLAGIARIZE, EVEN PARTIALLY. THE STORY CONTAINS SPOILERS FROM THE GAME. All characters are adults. ENJOY YOUR READING! - This story is a translation of my original story in italian.

grief /ɡriːf/ noun 1.intense sorrow, especially caused by someone's death. A body lay at the bottom of the dark depths of the lake. Another lay ontop of the ice, seperating the both of them, tears cascading down his stinging cheeks. Breathing felt heavy, almost like a chore. Friedrich Weimer didn't feel real, didn't want to feel anything at all. or: what happened after the movies official end (because i can't stand open ends) but make it devestating btw: theres so many writing errors in this, needs serious rewriting

It has been a long time since Caroline Walker, beautiful daughter of a ranch owner, has experienced any kind of love. Her father is cruel and cold-hearted, and her mother dead. Finding no company other than horses and cattle, Caroline is alone and resigned. Finally, Caroline lets herself be loved by an outlaw posed as a ranch-hand. Once entangled with the Van Der Linde gang, Caroline is forced to battle the complexities and dangers of the New World as a young woman. She must learn to face betrayals, deal with grief and change. How long will Caroline be able to hold on to the people she cares for? And can she maintain a sense of herself?

"𝑑𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝑒𝑠 𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑚𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑖𝑡 𝑘𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑡 𝑤𝑒𝑔𝑒𝑛 99 𝐿𝑢𝑓𝑡𝑏𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑠" -𝑁𝑒𝑛𝑎 99 Luftballons || Albrecht/Friedrich || Napola, before the fall Uploads jede 2 Wochen☆ ᴀʟʙʀᴇᴄʜᴛ sᴛᴇɪɴ wollte nichts mehr als den Tod. Er hätte sich lieber im eiskalten See ertränkt, als nur daran zu denken, auf Behl seines Vaters an die Front zu gehen und dort unaussprechlich grauenvolle Dinge zu tun, für die er sein Leben lang büßen würde. Aber er hat es nicht getan, er hat sich nicht nicht umgebracht. Er entschied sich nicht für sich selbst, nicht für seinen Vater oder seine Mutter, nicht für Lob und sicher nicht um irgendjemanden stolz zu machen, dazu zu leben. Nur für eine einzige Person entschloss sich Albrecht weiter zu schwimmen und aufzutauchen. Ein ganz besonderer, blonde Kamerade, der ihm in der kurzen Zeit doch mehr ans Herz gewachsen ist, als Albrecht es zugeben möchte. Für ғʀɪᴇᴅʀɪᴄʜ ᴡᴇɪᴍᴇʀ geht Albrecht im Dezember 1942 an die Ost-Front mit der Hoffnung heimzukehren und seinen Friedrich nach dem Krieg wieder zu sehen. [Word count: 45.480] Teil I: 99 Luftballons ✔️ Teil II: 99 Düsenflieger ✒️ Teil III: 99 Kriegsminister 🔜 Teil IV: 99 Jahre Krieg🔜 [Alle teile innerhalb dieses Buches] [Tags: no smut, mlm, minor character death, angst/comfort, happyend, ww2, partially historically accurate, multiple first person POVs, angry love confession, violence, abuse, yearning, near death experiences, letters, poetry, Napola]

She is used to getting everything and anyone she wants. When Michael Jackson steps into the picture her perspective changes when she can't get the one thing she really wants.... him.