--------- ˋ°•*⁀➷ Persephone Marsh is a loner. Daughter of a famous seer, she's a proud Ravenclaw who sees in the quiet life her future. But when she's paired with the school "pure blood" heirs, she has no choice but creep out of her shell. Little did she know, she's about to take part of a much bigger project than charms N.E.W.T's . -------- Visuals on @iykyk.booksta on TikTok !! ------- I do not claim any of the original and cannon characters of the original story . I do not agree with the original author political views.

"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

"Waning Light"; Barbara Lussier Theodore Nott has no idea why sun rises. Or maybe he does. Maybe it does just to taunt him. Evelyn Mabel Rosebud died on March 4th, 1997, during a Quidditch match that no one remembers how to talk about. She fell from her broom - no curse, no blaze of glory - just a quiet, ugly kind of death that doesn't belong in stories. This is the story of how she died. And, more importantly, who she was - before the fall. 💐☀️🤽‍♀️ not a slow-burn! (how suprising), a story about grief, loss and teenage love. oh, and about quidditch of course. english is not my first language so excuse misspellings, grammar errors, etc.! point them out so i'll make sure to correct them. enjoy!?

Theodore Nott has never had a thing for love and flowers, especially when it came down to particular girls his friends disliked. But when a hopeless romantic discovers to be more amusing than she seems, he can't help but enjoy having her around. Then when Mattheo Riddle begins to crave a bad romance with her, he can't help but intervene himself to go after her himself. Even if he's bad at romance.

"You love me?" Said Theo. "Is there a problem with that?" "No. Not at all, my darling." Said Theo, kissing her cheek. Then her other cheek and then her lips. He kept her in place in front of him. Hands on her waist. "Theo," she started, "do you-" "There are not enough words." - Theodore Nott x Ravenclaw OC - Crushing hard/idiots/"We're just friends," "yeah right,"/ to lovers/ if I loved you less I'd be able to talk about it more Flips between perspective (third person but following one at a time) but most is from Theo's perspective.

"You'll learn to love him." ❧ Y/n Vitelli, of a wealthy Italian pureblood family, is forced into a marriage of social advancement with none other than the pompous, haughty Draco Malfoy. Unhappy with this arrangement made by their parents, y/n will go to great lengths to keep her newlywed husband at bay. When they return to Hogwarts for their final year of school, unbeknownst to their classmates as a married couple, y/n is faced with the challenge of falling in love with the man she is already married to. ❧ Slow-burn Draco Malfoy fanfiction + Cedric Diggory love triangle ❧ Highest tags: 1 in #dracomalfoy 1 in #harrypotter 1 in #draco 1 in #malfoy 1 in #enemiestolovers 3 in #romance 1 in #dracomalfoyxreader 1 in #slytherin 1 in #readerxcharacter 1 in #xreader 1 in #pureblood 1 in #arrangedmarriage

"For what it's worth, Henry, you have nothing to prove to me." "And when it all falls apart?" "I'll be there."

Two families. Two purebloods who fell in love. A short Draco Malfoy love story.

Slow burn enemies to lovers. Intense yearning and emotionally complex Cecilia Riddle has always been more than just a name, but no one ever cared to look past it. The twin sister of Mattheo Riddle, daughter of the Dark Lord himself, she walks the halls of Hogwarts with a reputation as sharp as her stare. Feared and misunderstood. She doesn't need friends. She has silence. She doesn't need saving. She has control. Theodore Nott has known Cecilia since childhood, cold stares across pureblood parlors, bitter remarks in class, a rivalry born from old magic and quiet resentment. He's part of her brother's world. A Slytherin. A Nott. But there's something about the way she watches the world, like she's already survived it. This is a story of legacy, control, and a slow, sharp burn of the boy who saw everything in the girl who refused to be seen.