⚠️ So, uh, this isn't actually my book lol ⚠️ I own absolutely nothing about this book, credits go to the proper author on ao3, eneliii. If you have proof that they're uncomfortable with it, please let me know and I'll take it down immediately :)) There are some triggering topics in this book, including swearing, violence, kidnapping, derealisation, death, drugs, fire, yelling and a few others I can't think of. This also may make you cry. You have been warned!! Uh anyways enjoy!!

𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒘- 𝒊 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒕𝒘 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔! 𝒊𝒇 𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎, 𝒈𝒆𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚! 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌/𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒎 𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒅!! 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒊 𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓 𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒕- 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒕 :𝑫 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚! 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒅, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆.

"I understand. You heard the place you loved was in trouble, so you came back, but I don't-I just-why didn't you take me?" Here it was, at last. Catharsis, or something close to it. "I would have hunted them down with you, Philza, the people who did that to your town. I would have given you your vengeance on a silver platter. I would have given you the world." Philza didn't look guilty. He just looked tired. "I didn't hunt them down, though." // Or, that fic where Techno and Phil are old immortals, and Tommy and Wilbur are decidedly... not. Angst ensues. //

༄ Dream is the lead guitarist in a band, George is just a boy who happens to be the one Dream falls for. Little does George know this isn't the first time he's ever encountered the man he will slowly come to love. - tws/cws at the start of each chapter !! :) ALL RIGHTS RESERVED please ask for permission before attempting to repost/ use/ make new works/ with any content from this book. please contact me to discuss further through tiktok - @amymayfarrell_ instagram - @amymayfarrell

"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 exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!