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They give Andrew three days.
Three days to decide if blood means anything.
Three days to take in a kid who doesn’t speak, doesn’t eat, doesn’t look at people like they’re real.
A kid with his name. A kid with his eyes.Aaron’s already unraveling. Nicky’s asking too many questions. Neil’s not saying anything at all.
Andrew tells himself it’s not his problem.
He’s said that before. About his brother. About his team. About everything.But the thing about lies is how fast they start to sound like truth.
And the thing about August is he never asked to be here.
He just is.
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The war is over—he has fought, he has died, he has won.
And yet, Harry wakes in the graveyard, in the moment before it all begins again.
The war will rise, but this time, Cedric Diggory will be forgotten. Because Harry is wearing his skin.
Voldemort rises, and something inside Harry aches—raw, hollow, reaching for what was lost. He does not know if he wants to run or be devoured.
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10 Jun 2025
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It all starts with dinner.
Then it's the gifts, the ties, the suits, the haircuts, the car service. Then it's the undeniable tension between them; the unsaid words, the lingering gazes, like Harvey is waiting for something from Mike that he's unequipped to give. But what the fuck is going on here? What essential memo has he missed detailing Harvey's incessant need to shower him with gifts and affection all of a sudden?
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5+1. Mike doesn't realize he inadvertently agreed to date Harvey weeks ago, and for Harvey, that means he's legally allowed to behave like a sugar daddy.
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In all the years he'd lived in New York, he'd only ever kissed one person. It wasn't even a kiss, it was more like a bite. He could still feel the sting of it, sometimes, as well as the metallic aftertaste if he really concentrated on the memory. Mostly he recalls the physical weight of the hand around his throat, undoubtedly masculine and larger than his own, a thumb pressing up against his Adam's apple. He remembers the feeling of nails digging into the nape of his neck. A hot breath in his ear.
You piece of shit.
The thing he often forgets is that he isn't supposed to like any of that stuff.
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24 May 2025
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“Avery,” Sloan says, looking a little dizzy. Jackson raises an eyebrow. “Are you flirting with me?”
Jackson waits a second and drawls out, “Do you think that I am?”
“Yes,” Sloan says. “I really do.”
“Hmm,” Jackson says. “What are you gonna do about it, then?”
“This,” Sloan says, and pushes him back up against the closet door and kisses the fuck out of him.or the one where sloan does something about the fact that jackson's face that is "better than a hundred billboards". (who needs a face that launched a thousand ships when you can have one that's better than a hundred billboads? marlowe couldn't have said it better himself.)
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24 May 2025
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this was a crazy moment that was highly enjoyable
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The Boy Who Lived was finally meant to die.
But instead, Harry Potter wakes in 1944... choking on blood, trembling in silence, and trapped in the fragile, broken body of a boy the world had already given up on.
No one mourned Avrelian Lestrange.
No one remembered his name.
Now it’s Harry’s.
This life isn’t his. This pain isn’t his. But the grief is real. And beneath it, something older stirs; a thread of magic that refuses to let him rest.
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19 Apr 2025