latibule (n) a hiding place; of safety and comfort ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ He was alone in this world. He couldn't trust anyone, couldn't believe anything anybody said. He was confused, cold, hurt and most of all, he was broken. He seemed colder than Winter itself, but he was merely a lonely soul yearning for the comfort of a friend, or anyone for that matter. Then he met her. She was a deity, the purest soul he had ever laid his eyes upon. Her gentle and kind heart broke through his barriers. She was his latibule. ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ - highest rank on Fanfiction : #319 - - #1 in bucky - - #1 in avengers - - 05/11/2016 : 100K views - - A Bucky x Original Character Fanfiction - - All characters and the universe belongs to Marvel - - I only own a few of the characters and some other elements of the story - - Set after the Winter Soldier, but the storyline is altered (the events of the Avengers: Age of Ultron never took place, or anything after that and Loki will be part of the Avengers now) - -Warning: Language-

COMPLETED» 4/13/18 First Draft✔️ Second Draft: in progress • Featured on Wattpad's Official @Fanfic Harry Potter reading list • • First story to be featured on Wattpad's Official @WattRowling Marauders Spin-Offs reading list • ! ! ! E D I T I N G ! ! ! • • • 1976» When Thea Bonneville's world falls apart, she must leave Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to live with her strange Aunt Ali in Great Britain, where she has enrolled at Hogwarts. There she befriends Lily Evans and a group of boys that call themselves the Marauders- but not all is as it seems to be as she grows very close with one of the Marauders, and her dangerous secrets begin to have fatal repercussions. • • • "We're ditching class," Sirius said. He grabbed her transfiguration book from her hand and held it up in the air teasingly. "No, Sirius give that back," she said. She tried to grab the book from him, but he lifted it out of her reach. "Come on, let's go." Book in hand, he began strolling through the now nearly empty corridor. With a growl, Thea followed him, her arms crossed over her chest. "Give it back." "No," he called back to her. "Please, Sirius!" He turned around, his eyebrows furrowed together. "Please?" he said. "Sirius? What's the matter with you today?" She looked down, avoiding his eyes. "Curse me!" he continued, edging closer to her. "Hex me! Go on, yell at me! Get your book back! You never let me push you around!" She stayed silent, her nose tingling and eyes becoming misty. "Talk to me," he said. She jumped, not realizing just how close he had gotten to her. She could feel his breath on her face, his body smelled clean, like soap. He placed his hand under her chin and lifted her head so she had to look at him. "Ditch class with me."

UNDER HEAVY EDITING (Edited chapters will have gifs at the beginning of them to signal that they have been edited.) ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ ❖❖❖ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ ❛𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘏𝘢𝘻𝘦𝘭. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘚𝘭𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳.❜ ❛𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺? 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴?❜ ❛𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨.❜ ❛𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘏𝘢𝘻𝘦𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘐 𝘢𝘮. 𝘏𝘢𝘻𝘦𝘭. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘏𝘢𝘻𝘦𝘭.❜ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ ❖❖❖ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ Draco Malfoy & Cedric Diggory romances All Rights Reserved ©erubescere 2015

Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*

"Because you've forgotten what it's like to actually feel something." I whispered. Peter's expression softened and the only sounds between us were the steady unsynchronized breaths falling from our lips. He swallowed, the closeness of our bodies making my heart beat faster and adrenaline course through me. The feeling was neither pleasant nor unpleasant as I looked into his forest green eyes. "How can you make me feel so belittled with only words?" his troubled voice fell into a whisper and he gripped my shoulders. "Is it your goal to stand before me and pull me apart until I am nothing?"