【 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘁𝗼𝗻 x 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘰𝘤 】 𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃, Aven Hargrove was only seen and known as his twin, until a heartbroken boy pulled over on the side of the road and recognised her for who she truly was. 【 𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦; S2 - S4 】 status ↦ 𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 © 𝗧𝗥𝗨𝗟𝗩𝗥 , 2022

Your Y/N, a "very pretty girl" who is moving into the country of Colombia with your little brother. You carry on trying to find a remote spot to live in when you come pass the encanto. Your father decides that this will be perfect and you move in. Your family had a very long era of magical powers but you were the only one who seemed to get one. (Whatever you want).

Male/female/gender fluid reader Oneshot's Encanto

The events of the story take place about seven years after what happened in "Encanto" It's the same family, same setting, but here we zoom in on the life of y/n. Who is the youngest Madrigal grandchild. Hope u enjoy! :)

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

"TO LIVE IS THE RAREST THING IN THE WORLD. MOST PEOPLE EXIST. THAT IS ALL." Estelle Lightwood is the second-born child of Gabriel Lightwood and Cecily Herondale. Younger sister to Anna, and older sister to Christopher and Alexander. She has been trained, as most Shadowhunters are, from when she was a child. Trained in the art of fighting, demon-slaying and being a badass. The boys call her their Maid Marian, much to her dismay, in their little band of 'Merry Thieves'. But, they all know she is just as much a fighter as they are. [on hold until i get around to writing part 2 - chain of iron] *i do not own any of the characters except for estelle lightwood! all other characters and the storyline belong to the ever talented cassandra clare

❝ The skeletons in both our closets plotted hard to mess this up. ❞ ➝ Taylor Swift "Why are you so afraid to love anyone?" Matthew asked abruptly. The question surprised the girl, but she answered nevertheless. "There's lots of reasons," she paused, thinking over her words. "I mean, obviously, there's heartbreak involved. Love and heartbreak kind of go hand in hand. There's also the fact that I don't want to depend on anyone, because the only person you can really rely on is yourself." "That still doesn't explain it," the boy sighed. "Well," Ascella finally broke eye contact with the green eyed boy, rather turning to look back up to the stary sky. "Maybe I'm afraid to love people because I don't believe anyone could really love me they way I love them." "I do," he wants to say, but he doubts she would ever really listen to him. 【 Previously named 'Flicker' before rewrite】 【 Matthew Fairchild x FEM.OC】 【 Cover by @baIIads 】

𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐒 | no mourners, no funerals ━━ sister!brekker season one - ( COPYRIGHT! - aka - DO NOT STEAL! ) illisius Ⓒ 2021 & , shadow and bone

"The heart was made to be broken." Oscar Wilde ________________ "It hurts," she whispered so softly that the wind would've drifted her words away if he hadn't been listening for them. There was a sharp pain in her chest, as if her heart was breaking even more just to prove her point. "Love didn't hurt you," he told her, his gaze steady and so piercing it was as if she could feel the words entering her aching heart. "Someone that didn't know how to love you did. Don't confuse the two." | The Last Hours ↠ Chain of Iron ↠ Matthew Fairchild [2] |