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THIS IS A ONE SHOT. CHAPTER 1 USES DADDY, CHAPTER 2 USES SIR. CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE.
"If you're not into it, that's fine, I just want you to tell me so I—"
"You…" a mouth fizzled onto the pixels that netted across Tenna's face, the rest of his visage still dark, "want that side of me?"
Spamton swallowed, nodding. Tenna's screen may have been obscured, but even without an expression, he looked dangerous.
"Are… are you sure?" The CRT pressed, the hand on Spamton's own twitching. "I don't like to indulge in those fantasies; I don't like feeling like I can't control myself. I don't want to hurt you, Spamton."
"What if I asked you to hurt me?" The addison breathed, lips slightly parted as he watched Tenna, searching for any sort of reaction.
Tenna whined softly, fangs poking into the bottom of his chassis.
"Spammy, please—"
"C'mon, Tens, You're my boss. Why don't you act like it."
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Draco Malfoy becomes obsessed with Hermione Granger while he serves his Azkaban sentence after the war. He’s decided she is his, and he will do anything to have her. Meanwhile, he and his friends decide they want to take over Wizarding Britain’s criminal underworld.
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- Part 1 of Obsession
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08 Jun 2026
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“You are our saving grace.”
Louis is in hiding - from his past, from loss, from the powers that stole everything from him. For 3 years, he’s abided by rules he drafted the night he fled his homeland of Braris:
1) Trust no one.
2) Any magic, including manifestations of his own visions, is off limits.
3) Keep to himself unless strictly necessary - getting attached would only end in disaster.His new life in Milan, Ohio is lonely, but it’s safe, and that’s exactly what Louis needs. Lonely is better than broken, and as the years pass, he resigns himself to an impending century of isolation.
Enter Harry, a kind, funny, beautiful mortal who turns Louis’ existence upside down. He has a penchant for breaking every one of Louis’ carefully curated rules just by being himself.
While Louis’ walls slowly crumble, the life he is building with Harry is threatened by both the whispers of the future and the hauntings of his past.
When he is pulled back into The Monarchy’s eternal, tyrannical rule, Louis must ask himself 1 question: is it better to fight for his own freedom or for the freedom of the people he left behind?
The runaway Seer might just be Braris’ saving grace after all.
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Harry Styles refuses to fall in love. After finding out about a generational family curse as a ten year old boy, young witch Harry casts a spell to ensure that he'll never find his true love so that he'll never have to experience the heartbreak of losing them. Fast forward to present day. With the curse still looming over his and his sister's heads, and no endeavors to help by the Witch Council, Harry decides to send out his own call for help by coming out to the world...as a witch. What he doesn't anticipate is that his coming out video will end up going viral, garnering the attention of not only the Witch Council, but inadvertently summoning the soulmate his ten year old self unknowingly bound to him all those years ago. Harry’s pursuit to break the curse ensues with the enlisted help of his soulmate, unaware investigative journalist Louis Tomlinson. With a few twists and turns along the path to discovering the origin of the curse, Harry embarks upon a journey of righting past wrongs, solving an unforeseen mystery, and unintentionally entangles himself in an unexpected side quest as well- falling in love.
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The witchrry fic inspired by Practical Magic with Stevie Nicks as High Priestess of Harry's coven.
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The leaves were green the last time Harry stepped foot in Holmes Chapel, a stark contrast to the candy apple, butterscotch painting them now, years later. Harry first notices them on the train, gazing out the window with a downturned mouth. A warm something floods his stomach–memories, Harry imagines, of him as a boy, longing for the days when he’d live elsewhere and have to take this very train home for the holidays. He wonders how it’s possible to have once felt eager and euphoric at the sight of changing leaves yet now to feel nothing but tired. He sighs softly, turning away from the trees to look at his daughter, half-curled in his lap, asleep.
or: harry returns to his hometown with his sick daughter and more reminders than he bargained for of the boy he once loved when he left a handful of years ago