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.*

Moony. Wormtail. Padfoot. Prongs. Their adventures were the stuff of Hogwarts legend. But there are untold stories, stories that only the four of them know. Come along and discover the true tale of the Marauders of Hogwarts... #Wattys2016

When two worlds become one. "How did we happen? I mean - we live completely different lives?" Grace Lennon, eager to escape what once was her home, enlists to work at Cardell Palace. In what seems like a blissful place, Grace learns secrets. Dark, despicable secrets. All in the process of learning to love someone - a hunk of a prince called Niall Horan - so seemingly different from her. But is he really as different as she thinks? Will Grace be able to balance the weight of the palace's secret on top of facing her past traumas? A Niall Horan Fan-fiction. TRIGGER WARNINGS: abuse, gun use, substance abuse, death, and violence. Proceed with caution. Written from 2020-2022

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