no·to·ri·ous/adjective: famous or well known, typically for some bad quality or deed. Harry Styles, by the very definition of the word is notorious. Not only for his good looks, charm, and unfathomable musical talent, but also for his womanizing and heartless attitude. Aspen Russo, by the very definition of the word, hates Harry Styles. Not only because he calls her "munchkin" and constantly looks down her shirt, but also because he flirted his way into her band and refuses to leave. Through drunken nights, illegal adventures, sizzling chemistry, and a few secrets bubbling at the surface Aspen may just learn that definitions were meant to be applied loosely. WARNING: Graphic sexual content. I am also not responsible for any feels or heartache (good and bad) this story ensues.

"Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect." [PHILOSOPHER'S STONE-DEATHLY HALLOWS] [HARRY POTTER] [BOOK 2 IN THE LYRA BLACK SERIES] [COMPLETED]

"We must all face the choice between what is right and what is easy." [HARRY POTTER] [MARAUDERS' ERA] [BOOK ONE IN THE LYRA BLACK SERIES] [COMPLETED]

that once was; former. do you remember the first time you said you loved me, harry? |The Kiwi Styles Awards 2018; Harry Styles A.U. [5th place]| + lowercase intended. alternate universe. short chapters and story. completed & edited.

trigger warning It wasn't meant to end this way. It wasn't meant to end in yelling and throwing. It wasn't meant to end with Jessie storming out of the common room in tears. It wasn't meant to end with Sirius punching the wall until he bled. The anger wasn't meant to come crashing back into his head. The depression wasn't meant to creep back into hers. But what did they expect? What did they expect when they put two walking disasters together? Because they sure as hell didn't expect what they got: a time bomb. A bomb that exploded and took everything with it. Sirius Black short story, written in poetry.

❝ 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘵, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘥 '𝘙.𝘈.𝘉.'. "𝘞𝘩𝘺'𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵? 𝘖𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘴. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦." 𝘌𝘭𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘗𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘸. "𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴." ❞ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ↳ In which Eloise Potter shows her nephew memories of the late love of her life. MY FIRST FF, SO DONT BE SURPRISED THAT IT IS VERY CRINGY & BADLY WRITTEN! #1 in #regulusblack (9/24/20) #1 in #potter (10/27/20) #1 in #moony (12/19/20) #1 in #blackfamily (1/1/21) #1 in #hogwarts (7/25/22) #2 in #wizardingworld (6/10/21) #7 in #hp (10/12/21) #7 in #jamespotter (7/25/22) #8 in #harrypotter (4/26/21) #11 in #siriusblack (1/6/22)

When Brianna Convelo begins her first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, she has little idea of how her future will unravel. Once at Hogwarts, Bree's life becomes hopelessly entangled with those of four boys who come to call themselves the Marauders. In the next seven years, and the years beyond that, she finds friendship and loyalty in their group. But that friendship is far from perfect- the relationship between the five of them is dotted with mischief, smudged by a looming betrayal, and sprinkled with a tantalizing hint of love and...what could have been. ~ A Sirius Black lovestory ~ Gorgeous cover created by @huemorist DISCLAIMER: Text copyright (except for those characters/plots/dialogue snippets created by JK Rowling) © kyliejab™ 2015 The moral right of the author has been asserted. All rights reserved. This story is published subject to the condition that it shall not be reproduced or retransmitted in whole or in part, in any manner, without the written consent of the copyright holder, and any infringement of this a violation of the copyright law.

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and with the deafening mind of hers came a sorrow she submitted to. it was as if she was submerged underwater for years of her life, solely being focused on how everything was amplified beneath the surface. it was all very loud, similar to the volume of river rapids, and maybe the only way for her to subdue it was to plunge into the rapids themselves; allow the current to carry her body as far as it could. because all she wanted was silence, so silence she received. + lowercase intended. alternate universe. sad. sensitive topics. short story.

"what would distinguish a nightmare from a dream? within the former, there is fear, anxiety, sadness. you are not able to find enjoyment from a nightmare, but rather your own personal hell. your mind knows what lies in its darkest corner, and seemingly uses it against you when you close your eyes. a dream dangles a fantasy beneath your nose, giving you a teasing smell of what you want, but cannot have. a dream is what i wish it all could have been, because maybe then my nightmares could not have been a reality, but a figment of my tired imagination." a story that can end happily or dreadfully, depending on how you want to look at it. + lowercase intended. alternate universe. sad. cute. pure. completed & edited.