warm ups feat bachira :)c
“I felt as I always had in his arms—complete, like I was home.” — Leigh Bardugo, Ruin & Rising
SLYTHERIN // fic recommendations
note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works
REGULUS BLACK
le lendemain matin
the salt and the sea
forever
the better of two bad options
a pen
the door
the black heir
distraction
THEODORE NOTT
love is sour grapes
by netws & nott
something stronger
like snow on the beach
the only heaven i'll be sent to (is when i'm alone with you)
TOM RIDDLE
desiderium
love again
from the glue
salted caramel, metal, strawberries, vanilla, and ink
midmorning
effects of amortentia
DRACO MALFOY
our little secret
honeydukes
firsts
how could i ever forget?
makeup
draco malfoy with shy!male!reader headcanons
cherry juice
MATTHEO RIDDLE
the cat
puppy eyes
the game
rainy nights m.r
LORENZO BERKSHIRE
like nobody else
Can you imagine a fic With Twilight and Thorn princess arriving exhausted and covered in blood?
For some reason their respective missions made them reflect on the crudeness of their work, a hint of remorse appears in their eyes. Twilight lies down on the bed, while his wife lies on his chest- Are we really doing the right thing? - It's mutual thinking.
Thron princess: Sometimes I wonder if the people I eliminate have a family, just like us. How many children have I left alone because of my work?
Twilight really doesn't know what to say. Perhaps, there is no correct answer, one that torments his wife less.
Twilight: I don't know. Surely those people have also taken from other people. But doing things we don't want to, for something we believe in... is something I admire.
He kisses her forehead gently, while her gaze was still lost, remembering how the bodies fell one by one, by the edge of her needle.
Thorn Princess: I suppose that... in order to maintain a peaceful life, others must stain our hands with blood....That's what I think
Silence takes over the room, the atmosphere is heavy and the stench of blood reaches their nostrils like an intoxicating perfume that both were forced to use that night.
It wasn't until he spoke again
Twilight: I believe that the true sin is not who gets their hands dirty or not... If not ignorance, that is the real cause for which many innocent people end up suffering and others are forced to fight against it.
And so remain, embraced, sleepy, resting from the harsh reality in each other's arms. Because they knew that no one else understood how difficult it was to move on... Only themselves
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