Fred Weasley x Lyra Malfoy *currently being rewritten* Lyra is a small constellation whose name comes from the Greek word for "lyre". It is linked to the myth of Orpheus, a legendary musician, poet, and prophet whose music was said to charm all living things. After descending into the Underworld in search of his wife, Eurydice, Orpheus met a tragic end when he was torn apart by the Bacchantes, followers of Dionysus. In his honour, the Muses placed his lyre among the stars, where it became the constellation Lyra.

"You... want me to show you my belly? And you're paying me 500 dollars for it?" I repeated in disbelief. "Yes," Mr. Calnan replied curtly. Shock mixed with suspicion. Mr. Calnan, our strict and cold boss, who had banned all workplace romance, wanted to see... my belly? Why my belly, of all things?! And why ME?! This had to be a test. He was testing whether I would agree, only to fire me afterward. But even that theory had flaws-after all, he was the one who initiated this crazy idea. I hesitated for what felt like a long time. Then, in the end, curiosity won over, and on a sudden impulse, I spread open my work coat and lifted my white T-shirt. Mr. Calnan's gaze instantly locked onto my bare stomach. His focused stare burned into my skin as he thoroughly examined every square inch of the exposed area. My face burned with embarrassment. He didn't say anything, and he didn't grimace, but I could see on his face that he didn't like what he saw. My chubby belly, my stretch marks, and the faint line of hair below my navel that I hadn't had time to shave. Well, I know it's not the most attractive sight, but then why did he want to see my belly? Honestly, what was he expecting? "Can I pull my T-shirt back down?" I asked, humiliated and irked. "Yes," Mr. Calnan replied after a brief pause. He didn't speak for a while, just stared at my now-covered stomach with a blank expression. Meanwhile, I waited impatiently and tensely for him to do something. I needed to know whether he was actually going to give me the money or not, and whether it would turn out that this had all just been a test. Suddenly, he moved toward me, closing the distance between us. He loomed over me, and I looked up at his face in alarm. "I'll give you another 1000 if you let me touch your hips." My eyes widened in shock. *Edited to fit within the character limit for the description

"A soulmate is an ongoing connection with another individual that the soul picks up again in various times and places over lifetimes." - Edgar Cayce FULL SUMMARY INSIDE!! **This story is also intended for Mature readers! 18+! Reader discretion is advised.** Sequel: This is Us coming Jan. 2023. ---- HIGHEST RANKING #85 IN #elijahmikaelson #71 IN #elijah #69 IN #elijah3

"Soulmates aren't the ones who make you happiest, no. They're instead the ones who make you feel the most. Burning edges and scars and stars, Old pangs, captivation, and beauty. Strain and shadows and worry and yearning. Sweetness and madness and dreamlike surrender. They hurl you into the abyss. They taste like hope." - Victoria Erikson. FULL SUMMARY INSIDE!! Sequel to Forget Me Not. EXTREMELY AU **This story is intended for Mature readers (18+). Reader discretion is advised**

When a frightened little girl with a vanishing touch is placed in Charles Xavier's care, he doesn't hesitate. She's delicate, quiet, barely there-like porcelain-and he swears to protect her. Erik Lehnsherr warns him not to get attached. Porcelain breaks. But as the world shifts around them, Charles and Erik begin to build something fragile and beautiful-a strange little family on the edge of a war they never asked for. And maybe... porcelain isn't as fragile as it seems.

Charles Xavier was never meant to be a father, but when the CIA entrusts him with a fragile, frightened little girl named Charlotte, he swears to protect her. Small and quiet, with storm-grey eyes that hide a world of fear, Charlotte clings to Charles as her only safe harbour. In a world too cruel to understand her, he is her shelter, her constant. But fragility is not freedom. As the years pass after Cuba, their bond grows suffocating. Charlotte needs him, and Charles needs to be needed. She doesn't leave him like the others did. She cannot. She will not. She is his constant, his reason, his refuge. But safety is fragile-like glass, it can crack. When Erik Lehnsherr unfortunately returns, he finds a terrified child, too afraid to look him in the eye, too devoted to Charles to question the world he has built around her. Charlotte has become a ghost, hidden in the shadow of a man who cannot bear to lose her. And Erik? Erik intends to shatter the glass.

Maisie Lane has a tiny flat, a tinier attention span, and a deeply concerning habit of leaving her front door unlocked. She spends her days selling books, baking banana bread, and glowing, literally, thanks to the freckles that light up with her emotions. She absolutely wasn't planning to drag a bleeding, unconscious man into her home. And he definitely wasn't planning to stay. But Erik Lehnsherr, deadly, brooding, and very confused by teacups, keeps coming back. Even when he really, really shouldn't. Pre-X-Men First Class - Days of Future Past

What if BTS debuted as an 8 member group ? with an only 1 girl within 7 boys. Will the group survive and become the biggest band in the world? Book 2 of Dream series :) (ACR 2 ROOKIES era.2013) Please dont use my story, i dont allow using it in anything. I worked really hard on it so i dont accept plagiarism :/

When BTS begins preparations for their worldwide Arirang Tour, the company hires a new translator to travel with them overseas. YN was only supposed to translate interviews, backstage meetings, and fan events. Nothing more. But somewhere between late-night rehearsals, airport chaos, hidden glances, and words spoken too softly to translate... Jungkook starts looking at her differently. And in a world where every move becomes headlines, falling for the group's translator might be the one thing neither of them can survive.

Dearest gentle reader, As Lady Mirabel Salazar makes her debut into London's society and captures the heart of the Ton and the Queen, one has to wonder what her intentions are for this season. It has been brought to this author's attention that she holds a reputation back at home that transcends even oceans and country. As Diamond of the Season, she will have her pick of the herd...or perhaps, she has already set her sights on a certain Viscount Bridgerton. -anthony bridgerton fanfiction 18+ book one