There's an art to counseling people who could obliterate you with a stray thought. It's called "surviving despite being the weakest person in the room while somehow convincing these apex predators to talk about their feelings." Gojo claims you're the best at it. You suspect that's only because everyone else was sane enough to pick a different career. In other words, you're a clinical psychologist in charge of making sure these emotionally constipated sorcerers don't spontaneously combust - either from repressed trauma or from trying to kill each other over the last cup of coffee. At least, you have good health insurance. You certainly need it.

𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: "I am Slytherin, Harry Potter. I have always been just that, even before you knew that there was magic running deep inside of you. If you believe for one moment that I am anything less than capable of doing unforgivable things to you without a moment's hesitation, you are wrong; but that will not be because of my house or the color you see on my robes. It will be for my family, as you have tied the rope around my father's neck and condemned my mother to a life as a widow. I am not Draco. I do not have fun watching you stumble on insults, and I will not push back with petty remarks. I am the silence of his storm, Potter, and he is the calm beneath my rage. You will find hell in our names and darkness in our hearts. Mine has always been thicker than his. Expect no mercy from me." Andromeda Erebus decided to take matters into her own hands when it came to destroying Harry Potter, and the book that spoke of the Furies could not have related more to her cause. However, the sixteen-year-old had no idea that joining the organization her father died believing in would bring more than just pain for Potter, but a mission that Draco Malfoy was dragged along with her in. Together, they're forced to complete a task before their families hear an Unforgivable as their last words. 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑. [Eventual OC/Draco] [HALF-BLOOD PRINCE―] [Cover by: @vividparacosm]

⋱ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴇᴀ ɢʀᴇᴇɴ ᴇʏᴇs ɪs ʜɪs ᴋɴɪɢʜᴛ ɪɴ sʜɪɴɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴍᴏʀ. 🌌 ⋰ Percy used a washable marker to draw pink hearts on the hybrid's cheek, near his eye. "Really, love?" His eyes scanned over her features. Despite what she was doing to his face, he enjoyed the position. She was leaning in close to his face and her hand gently held his neck to keep him steady. "I thought you liked art," Percy grinned. Klaus kept his eyes on her lips. She bit her lip as she concentrated on her masterpiece. He responded to her words, "I don't typically like putting the art on my face, love." The demigod chuckled. "Well, get used to it." ☼☼☼ ᴏʀ ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ, ᴘᴇʀsᴇᴘʜᴏɴᴇ ᴊᴀᴄᴋsᴏɴ ᴀsᴋs ᴋʟᴀᴜs ᴍɪᴋᴀᴇʟsᴏɴ ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪs ᴀᴄᴄᴇɴᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ғᴀʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ. ✦sᴇᴇɪɴɢ ʜɪs ᴅɪᴍᴘʟᴇs ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʜᴇʀ sᴍɪʟᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ sᴇᴇɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇs ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅᴜʀᴇᴅ ᴡᴏʀᴛʜᴡʜɪʟᴇ.✦ • ~ • ~ • ~ • Klaus Mikaelson x Percy Jackson (fem) This story takes place in Mystic falls during seasons 2-4 of the Vampire Diaries This is my first story but I hope at least some people don't hate it :)) I'll give you a cookie if you read it. 💙 ⋱Maybe Strawberries and Dinosaurs will be our Always. ⋰ - [ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ ] Feb 3-July 12, 2021 @QueenShayOfFandoms

【 𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗼𝗽𝗵𝗼𝗯𝗶𝗮: 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 】 ❝ 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙. 𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚... 𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙖𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙙. ❞ "You can't love me. I am dust and dirt.. nothing more." "The earth is dust and dirt.. so, you are my world." ↳ Rigel Black, or as other people are used to -Harry Potter- had been living with his godfather, Sirius Black and his husband, Remus Black, ever since that fateful Halloween night, going as far as getting blood adopted. But when he finally gets to go to Hogwarts, he finds the person that had tried to kill him many years ago: Lord Voldemort. In return for his family's safety, Rigel gives him the Philosopher's stone. ...Never had he thought that he'd be the running thought in the dark lord's mind.. and worse- never had he thought that the said dark lord would do 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 to earn Rigel's love, even though Rigel wanted 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 to do with him... 𝙖𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩. 「 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴 ⇢ 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 ⇢ 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 」 『 𝘚𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘉𝘶𝘳𝘯 』

Harry Potter considered himself to know just about everyone in Gryffindor house. But somehow he managed to slip over Freya Majors. Which in all honesty was a feat in itself. Freya Majors wasn't exactly a quiet girl, she was a girl with a plan. Harry finally noticed her when he showed up at 12 Grimmauld Place and she seemed to be the only one not thrilled to see him. But who could possible hate the Gryffindor prince? The answer was simple. Freya Majors. "How do you manage to be so fearless Freya?" "It's called audacity Potter." {o.o.t.p.- d.h} {all originals by me} {cover by @zxaestheticss}

In which in The Original Twins move to Beacon Hills. If you haven't read my Original twins story then you'll probably get confused when you read this. TVD/TW

"Do you not have the stomach for this, Miss Lippincott?"

Melissa Crawford thinks she's just a regular teenage girl. She goes to school. She has friends, boy problems, homework...you know, the typical teenage angst. But she couldn't be more wrong, for Melissa Crawford is not a mortal. Her adoptive mortal mother refused to give her up and hired a witch to erase the enchanting Faery child's memory, not realizing that things aren't that simple. You see, when she was a little girl, Melissa promised herself forever to her Leannan Sidhe (mate), a Fae Prince, and a promise to Fae is sacred. When the Fae Prince comes back to claim what's his, nothing will get in his way. "Mortals are so arrogant. So utterly narcissistic to think that they are the only intelligence in this world, to believe their realm is the only realm, their way is the only way. "Many of you believe us fairies only exist in little kids' fairy tales. We are so much more than that. We exist, living in the Realm just a blink away from yours. A few wrong turns in the park or the forest and you're there. We sometimes walk among you, and you're not even aware of it. Believe me, we exist. Across the globe, your kind calls us and our realm by different names...but as William Shakespeare once said- a rose by any other name..."

If the boy who had everything didn't want to go on, what hope was there for the rest of us? Cover by @soundthealarm