August was named after the full moon she was born under. August Moon O'Keefe. The gentle moon. It's ironic that she was named the gentle moon, considering the moon is anything but gentle to her. Besides August and Jade O'Keefe, all characters belong to JK Rowling
He cut himself off with a kiss. Beatrice was growing rather fond of these Sirius Black kisses. Above everything, she liked the risk of the kiss. The risk that someone might see, and their secret would be revealed. The risk of their families discovering everything. She liked that Sirius saw her as a risk too. Something...
Maeve, was a quite unique girl. Whoever witnessed her smile or laugh was instantly intoxicated by her presence, and thats what happened to a particular twin who's eyes had been roaming the Great Hall when he laid his sight on a particular Hufflepuff. She grew up learning from a young age that she was a witch. Her par...
Sequel to Intoxicating (original ending) Olive Good, American portraitist, is given the task to to paint the portraits of the 52 lives lost at The Battle of Hogwarts. It is tradition for witches and wizards of note to sit for portraits, so their legacy can be retained long after they've passed, hence why Hogwarts is c...
"we were so drunk on youth, tipsy on our love." ✧✦✧✦ [george weasley x oc] -all rights go to JK Rowling. [↝] = edited chapters
⤷ "what i feel for you seems less of earth and more of cloudless heaven" - victor hugo ✰ [p.o.a. to d.h.] [g.weasley] ✰ published: 11.09.2020 finished: ✰ DISCLAIMER: i in no way, shape, or form support j*r and her transphobic views. while i've always had a love for the harry potter series, she needs to be held accoun...
SEQUEL TO DUPLICITY. Complicity- to be involved with others in illegal activity or wrongdoing. After sacrificing herself for Harry's freedom, Aven Brooks is no longer the innocent photographer with big dreams and a bigger heart. Now under the notorious control of Malikai, she becomes brainwashed into being the perfec...
"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He...