May our hearts forever beat. Love me when I am awake. Harry Potter / oc © aquamcnti 2022 * rewrite of Potter's Girl

❝ is that jealousy i see? ❞ in which harry potter and stella black claim they aren't jealous @𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞

antheia lupin couldn't believe the burden she had on her shoulders simply because of an event years ago. she hated even more that dumbledore had come up with a clever name for her situation. this left her thinking, "why couldn't that bloody butterfly have flapped the other way?" ˗ˏˋ fem! oc x h. potter 'ˎ˗ prisoner of azkaban onward #1 in #ocxharry #1 in #goldentrio #1 in #gryffindor #1 in #butterflyeffect #1 in #linny #2 in #harryxoc #2 in #deamus #2 in #wizardingworld #3 in #harry #3 in #harrypotterxoc #3 in #harrypotterlovestory

━━ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞; in which adelaide discovers her soul is made for overcoming the dark forces threatening her love. gof - post war 2022 © xmithax.

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned! SIRIUS BLACK ╱ the Fatal Flaw series

The year after her brother James graduates, Teddy Potter returns to Hogwarts for her final year. With the Marauders gone, it should be a quiet, peaceful year despite the mounting tensions in the world outside of school. The problem, naturally, lies with Regulus Black, the broody boy who just might be the most effortlessly aggravating person she's ever met in her whole life. And for someone who was raised with James Potter, that's saying a LOT. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── "You know, it must be exhausting to be such a fucking prick all the time." "I have fantastic stamina." "Oh, fuck you-" ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── [marauders era] [regulus black x oc] [enemies to enemies with benefits to lovers?] rated mature for sexual content

The worst part of love is that I remember it. I walk around all day thinking: I'm going to die in the universe you loved me in. I get so jealous of euthanized dogs. ▍ AN ORIGINAL STORY ╱ small town romance! In the quiet corners of a Southern town, some hearts break quietly, and others bleed their way back to love. Lucienne Evans has spent her whole life in Graceland, tucked behind the bar she built with her own two hands and the walls she put up around her heart. Raised by an aunt and uncle whose marriage was all lies and apologies, Lucy doesn't do love stories. What she does believe in is loyalty, and no one has been more loyal than August Driscoll. Her best friend. Her safe place. Her almost. August, June's twin and the boy who's always known Lucy better than anyone, has spent years flying in and out of her life. Literally. A commercial pilot with roots too deep to cut, he's loved Lucy in the quiet way only best friends can-patiently, wordlessly, and without ever asking for more. Until now. When a new woman-a flight attendant with no history and no hesitation-enters August's life, Lucy is forced to face what she's spent years avoiding. The truth that she might've always loved him, too. But some realizations come too late, and this winter, Graceland is colder than ever. ❪ f!oc & m!oc ❫ PEARLJARS © 2024 BOOK THREE of FOUR written by april

Strange house we must keep and fill. House that eats, and pleads, and kills. ▍ AN ORIGINAL STORY ╱ historical romantic melodrama! Cape Iris was swathed in lilacs and lilies. A small land of pure fragrance. A honey scene of air soft dandelion tuffs encased by a large pool of Himalayan salt and ivory sand beaches. The Chevaliers ruled that place. (The Chevaliers ruled the world.) Whispers were harsh, tones full of lead at the mention of the Chevaliers wealth. They were gold emblemed, star-studded, but there was something about them. Something the world raised their necks, clearing the ears, eager to know. What do you know about the Chevaliers? Nothing. No one knows a thing. Some said the father had multiple wives. Some said the mother had a lobotomy. Some said the son had a drug problem. Some said the daughter murdered the Lowry boy. But everyone talks. So does money. And the Chevalier's had a lot of it. But no one could pay Killian Alcott, esteemed writer, enough to keep his fingers off the typewriter and his prying eyes away from the Chevalier's that dreaded Summer of 1954. But there was one Chevalier in particular that left an impression. Call it a mark. A wound within flesh. A narrowed confession only spoken between two. And that single impression doomed the Chevalier name. Isn't that the best part of a story? The tragedy. ❪ m!oc & m!oc ❫ ❪ f!oc & m!oc ❫ 𓊝 written by april PEARLJARS © 2024