"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

"You should tell him, you know," a familiar voice softly said from behind her. "I know you love him." "Remus," she began turning around to face her friend, "You know I can't do that. He's my best friend, and h-he's in love with his perfect Lily-flower," Elsie sighed as tears began forming in her eyes. "But, Elsie... you don't see the way he looks at you, he-," his sentence was cut off by the girl with tears running down her face. "I don't see how he looks at me, but I see how he looks at her! And, t-that's enough to know that I will n-never be good enough to be with h-him," she snapped through stifled words. "But why don't you just tell him? Why don't you let yourself have a chance at happiness for once?" he asked stepping forwards, wiping her cheeks with his thumbs. "Because...loving him is a losing game. Either way, I'm the one getting hurt," Elsie whispered, falling into the arms of the boy in front of her. SLOW BURN {extended summary inside} (All characters, plots, and aspects of this story belonging to the Harry Potter Universe are credited to JK Rowling.)

"Howling ghosts they reappear, In mountains that are stacked with fear, But you're a king and I'm a lionheart"

"Got a problem, Sweetheart?" He asked, probably rhetorically, but Mira replied anyway. "Yeah, I do. You're a selfish jerk. You don't care for a single soul here but yourself" she told him. It wasn't true, not a single bit, the Blake boy would soon become infatuated with the younger delinquent, Mirabella Roy. And before he even knows it he would do anything to protect her, and she would do the same.

I need to get away I need to get away I need to get away Helia Blacksmith and people had never got on. Her blank stare and chilling gaze were enough to send most of the inhabitants of Hogwarts scrambling away. She never smiled, never laughed, never cried and never screamed. The only remotely interesting thing about her is the curious way her enemies end up being discreetly punished and the fact that every night, without fail, she disappears out her her dormitory to who-knows-where. And the Marauders are curious. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs are about to take on a challenge. And as Remus is dragged further into Helia's world, he finds himself inexplicably drawn to Helia, the girl behind the carefully constructed mask and the stares wiped blank and the mystery. But Helia isn't going to make it easy for them to find her. She vanishes into thin air and lays traps and does everything in her power to eternally mess the the original Messers. But she can't help noticing one of them above the others. And in an internal battle she has learned to hide, what will win: her mind, that kept her protected for sixteen years, or her emotions, that have finally resurfaced after six? ///Cover by the fabulous @--feras ///

(Re-editing) It's clear that Severus Snape has never been great friends with the chaotic group known as the marauders but when his twin sister must be moved to Hogwarts from Beauxbatons in her fifth year for her own safety, the group take a sudden interest in the mysterious girl. One Marauder in particular, Sirius Black. With Snape keeping a protective eye over her surely nothing bad was going to happen... At least that's what he'd hope. [5/4/20] N°1 - #Maraudersera [11/4/20] N°1 - #JamesPotter [16/4/20] N°1 - #padfoot [4/6/20] N°1 - #hogwarts [13/6/20] N°1 - #hogsmeade [20/9/20] N°1 - #wormtail [2/11/20] N°1 - #prongs **Disclaimer - I do not own any of the characters from the original Harry Potter books, only the ones you do not recognise such as Silver.

"Who the fuck are you?" said the boy. "Who the fuck are you?" countered Faith. "I asked first." "And I asked second." There was a tense silence. And thenㅡ "James! There's a girl in your living room!" *** When Faith Potter gets expelled from Beauxbatons, all hell breaks loose at Hogwarts. Join Faith as she unravels secrets that were meant to be kept hidden, pranks that will leave memories and a journey of friendship and love. (previously known as little potter.) (non-canon compliant. this means i'm saying f*ck you to joanne and writing things my way.) Book 1 of the 'MISFITS' series. Written by @astronomyblues. #1 in SPELLS #1 in SIRIUSBLACK #2 in MARAUDERSERA #2 in POTTER #3 in REMUSLUPIN #4 in MARAUDERS #27 in HUMOUR #61 in FANFICTION #68 in FUNNY #768 in LOVE

"But you're right, I am Fred" "My name's Gaia Eruditus. And no, I was not born with yellow hair" She's nothing special. Okay, maybe being a metamorphmagus counts as special. But other than that, she's just an ordinary young witch. That just so happens to meet a pair of twins and gets caught with the issues of The Boy Who Lived. "Yellow? It means happy"

➥COMPLETED ❝Fred Weasley! You're such a pain in the arse!❞, she yelled, throwing her hands up furiously, but he just smirked with the usual mischievous sparkle in his warm eyes, as he bowed slowly down to her, his face merely inches away from Lynnea's. ❝I know, Bailey, I know. But I could be all yours forever.❞ ootp - dh highest ranking: #2 in fanfiction #1 in fredweasley

Olive Lark was the most introverted and shy person you'd meet at Hogwarts. With a rather heavy addiction to writing and a small ring of friends, you would never find her doing something wild and crazy for attention. Ironically, she had one of the most unique abilities that would attract attention even if she didn't want to. Ollie had the ability to willingly, and sometimes unwillingly, alter her appearance, also called a metamorphmagus. Fred and George Weasley, the best and only outgoing pranksters at Hogwarts find themselves at the mercy of their own pranks when a mysterious black cat often messed up their tricks and turned them against the twins. Ollie would never had guessed she'd be the one to secretly mess with the legacy Fred and George are trying to leave behind with their pranks. She also would never have found friends in the most unlikely of places as a result of her feline antics. Being dragged into an adventure as dark times approach, Olive's writing addiction and metamorphic abilities become more than just altering her looks and writing the most thrilling stories.