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.*

The Marauders' final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. From surprising changes in staff to a Christmas holiday moment you've all been waiting for, Year Seven will be a year of beginnings and a year of endings, a year in which the entire future may be decided -- and not just by their N.E.W.T. scores!

"And after all the fucking matches, broken bones, ripped punching bags and crowds yelling at me to get up... who the fuck knew that my hardest fight would be you?" • [Contains smut] ©loudluke

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. --------------------------------------------------✽✽✽------------------------------------------------------ "Kinky. I likeee it," Alina slurred before yawning loudly. "You're so drunk." "I'm not, Lucas," she pouted as he lowered her down on the bottom bunk. "You really like calling me that, don't you?" Luke asked with an exasperated laugh, watching her crawl into bed slowly. "Do you prefer bitchy fucking goooooch?" The girl asked cheekily, putting emphasis on the last word. "No, klutz," Luke frowned dramatically down at her, pulling the covers up to her chin. "You're so cute," Alina whined, bopping Luke's nose. She smiled up at the suddenly speechless man towering over her, unaware of the way his heartbeat furiously against his chest. There was a peaceful, comforting silence until Luke managed to get a grip. "Goodnight," he soothed. His fingers itched painfully as he gazed at a strand of hair making its way into her glassy eyes. Internally grunting at his lack of self-control, Luke reached out to brush it to the side. His fingers lingered on her face as he admired the way her eyes fluttered close at the cool contact of his rings against her skin. "Night," she mumbled back, losing herself as she dreamed of his never-ending touch. --------------------------------------------------✽✽✽------------------------------------------------------ |~𝐋𝐑𝐇~| © luvsweetheartluke 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝟔.𝟐𝟗.𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝: 𝟏.𝟐𝟗.𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏

-PAUSIERT AUF UNBESTIMMTE ZEIT- Angespannt biss ich mir auf der Unterlippe rum und atmete flach. So gut es eben ging. Wo war mein Selbstbewusstsein geblieben? Harrys Blick wanderte zu meinen Lippen, verharrte da kurz, nur um einem Augenblick später, direkt wieder in meine Augen zu fallen. Unsere Gesichter waren keine zehn Zentimeter voneinander entfernt. Sein Griff um meine Hüfte verstärkte sich und die Spannung stieg mit jeder Sekunde mehr, ins Unerträgliche. „Du.. du kannst mich nicht wieder küssen Harry", hauchte ich mit schwacher Stimme. Er legte seine Stirn vorsichtig auf meiner ab und schloss seine Augen. „Ich weiß.." ________ Harry und Louis sind die besten Freunde. Unzertrennlich, seit ihrer Kindheit. Als sie zusammen nach London zogen, passierte etwas, was ihre Freundschaft völlig aus der Bahn warf. Durch unerwartete Gefühle drohte alles zusammenzubrechen. Wie viel Mut kostet es, sich selbst zu akzeptieren? Werden sie es schaffen, die Freundschaft zu retten? Oder entsteht eine neue Bindung die so, keiner erwartet hat? - Lasst euch nicht abschrecken von den ersten Kapiteln! (tw: boyxboy, Smut, Drama, gewalttätige Szenen, sexualisierte Gewalt, Rape, Depression) ________ [Diese Geschichte ist reine Fiktion. Ich unterstelle keinen, der als Charaktere verwendeten Personen, die erzählte Handlung. Sie dient ausschließlich zur Unterhaltung.]

Join the Marauders for their final months at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as they fight for their friends and family, revise for their NEWTS, and make the crossing into the next chapter of their lives.

"you aren't supposed to know his name, but that's luke. he's sort of the unofficial king of this place, but i say he's just a rich asshole with something to prove." ♚ in which luke has two lives, and she finds herself hopelessly caught up in both. warnings 4 ya: -mature language -sexual content -smut -violence ©glamluke

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑──── ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ one successful singer meets a painter through hiring her to paint his band's new album cover. - an excerpt of clementine ivers' life - ¡ 2nd Place winner of the Fanfic Genre Batch1 in 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 ! ¡ 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 ! published @ 03/28/2020 completed @ 03/28/2021 [luke x fem!oc] -book 01 of the 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 © 2020-2021 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫-𝐨𝐟-𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞

[au] i'll be your lifeline tonight. [text message formatted]

"the rooftop is my spot." "well, it's mine too." "i guess we're gonna have to share." ❄ ❄ ❄ This story was inspired by wattpad user blaqangel, and I modified the plot. Thank you so much, Liza. You're the realest.