COMPLETED | "Make me feel like I am breathing, feel like I am human."

COMPLETED - 6. 20. 2014 // ❝why did you call me gorgeous?❞ ❝because you are❞ © captivitea [two-thousand-&-fourteen] ((caution: I wrote this when I was like 12 so excuse my terrible writing, and I apologize in advance lol))

|| härSH adjective 1. unpleasantly rough or jarring to the senses.|| "I'm really glad I found you, because if I didn't it would've been goddamn shame."

"I knew he loved me. I knew he would do anything for me." "So what happened?" "I kept putting him in danger, so I left. I left and now there's two broken hearts instead of one." "But what if he comes back?" "He won't." ~~~~~ Lani Conner. She's a hybrid. Half witch, half wolf. Werewolf actually. Some people see her as a badass witch. Others see her as a threat. But not because of what she is. But of who she is. Remus Lupin. Also a hybrid. He didn't mean to fall for his student. He didn't mean to get caught either. But he did. And he doesn't regret it. Not one bit. Lani and Remus. Two brave souls that can't get enough of each other. But when an old face returns from the pits of hell and tries to ruin Lani's life, what would happen to those two brave souls? Would they become stronger in power? Or would they soon become nothing? (New description and new name. It still sucks and I'm sorry about that. Also very slow updates but I'm trying 😂. I don't own any of the Harry Potter cast, the rightful owner is J.K Rowling. The plot will sometimes be different then from the books and movies. I hope you all enjoy and don't forget to comment, vote, and if you want, follow!)

Molly Weasley sat alone at the kitchen table. The young house creaked and groaned as it settled into the ground. Her eyes cast downward, staring at the folded parchment in her lap. The impressive seal of St. Mungo's taunted her, tempted her to rip it apart and read the news she had been anticipating all day. But she waited. The grandfather clock, modified by the witch herself, suddenly sprung alive. A hand moved across two planes before settling on a familiar one. Arthur Weasley was home. She held her breath as he strolled through the door. His excitement clear on his face. Upon spotting his wife he all but ran to her and kneeled beside her. "Molly wobbles," he began studying her face for anything that meant bad news. In the most unlike Molly fashion she handled him the letter silently. Arthur gulped, his brow suddenly sweating and his hands shaking. He gripped the letter and pulled it open with haste. It took him all of two seconds for a wide smile to appear on his face. "You're pregnant," he blurted out, his voice barley above a whisper. Molly finally allowed herself to return to character. She grinned as tears grew in her eyes. She stood from the table, a small laugh bubbling from her mouth. Arthur's eyes suddenly widened as he read on. Molly's smile slid off her face in an instant. "Triplets," he mumbled. Molly's eyes furrowed, a hand coming to her stomach unconsciously. "We're having triplets" This time when their eyes met they looked in shock. Silence fell along the couple as the weight of the words settled in. Molly was the first to make a sound. Her gleeful laugh echoed in the silent kitchen. She drew Arthur close to her, gripping his shoulders as she hugged him tightly. He laughed too, tears growing in both their eyes. The Weasley family was going to grow from three to six. Triplets. SLOW UPDATES

these poems are for the lonely, forgotten, the lost poets at three am, and everyone else in between cover credit: -sidjenkins

"I'm Luke." "I know." "I'm Brooke," she smiled. I looked at her as if she was the best thing in the world. "I know," I smiled back. © 2014, vanillacid || All Rights Reserved. cover by me highest ranking: #36 in fanfiction

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My parents always warned me about the drugs on the streets, but never did they say anything about ones with emerald eyes and a beating heart.