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"I hear you're gifted with that tongue." (Y/N)'s eyebrows shot up, and Hermione backtracked. "I mean, poetically! I'm sorry....... that wasn't very smooth..." ---------- An artist and poetry lover, Hermione Granger, is just trying to make through her last year of highschool. But her eyes stray away from her canvas and onto (Y/N) Black, the beloved Star Quarterback of Hogwarts High.

── go to sleep. female reader. angst.

"People should be judged not by their outward demeanor but by their works, for many in sheep's clothing do the work of wolves." Based on Mr Wolf, What Time Is It?

"Never fall prey to the deep, Y/N. I know you love the sea, but you have to understand She does not love you back, not in any healthy way. Whatever She has to offer is not worth sacrificing your friends and family on land for." Very loosely based on The Little Mermaid.

"You're kinda sexy when you're insulting me." "But-" "Are we about to kiss?" (Y/N) (Y/L/N) hates every square inch of Hermione Granger, one of the new hires in her law firm. Maybe it had something to do with her perfect hair and awfully short skirt, or maybe those sinful blouses that had way too many open buttons. She ends up discovering that Hermione is an honest to god, literal demon.

You'd found codependency in parasocial relationships before the word had even been invented. On one dark night, you'd decided something for yourself. That being in a parasocial relationship wasn't good enough anymore. You wanted to be more than a fan- you wanted to be the creator. 🔪4.5/10 🔪

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❝𝙔/𝙉 𝙇/𝙉 𝙫𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙, 𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙, 𝙨𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙖 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙪𝙨.❞ 𝙄𝘿𝙀𝘼 𝘽𝙀𝙇𝙊𝙉𝙂𝙎 𝙏𝙊 @𝘾𝙐𝙏𝙄𝙀𝙈𝙄𝙆𝘼𝙎𝘼 𝙊𝙉 𝙒𝘼𝙏𝙏𝙋𝘼𝘿. 4.11.21-8.31.21

TW • slight contains of; Bdsm, Degrading, Abuse, Torture, Abduction, Starvation, Death, Neglection, Trauma, Ptsd, Bipolar, Blood, Bruising and Scars, Weapons :) ────────────────── You spent your entire childhood believing that you and your great-aunt Maria lived ordinary lives in the village until she tragically passed away from an unknown illness. You were selected to work as a maiden in the eerie castle up the hill about a month later. You had a strong belief that your aunt was nothing more than a caring, beautiful woman, but was she really the person you thought she was? "With my love, yours and only, Alcina." ──────────────────── ✧.* 212k words - 12/57 chapters rewritten (Process of rewriting this novel) ⋆ = slight smut | ✵ = smut ✧.* Story can be also found on AO3, under my name Huszq. ✧.* Lots of bad grammar and cringe in the beginning, be prepared.