the air smells like the promise of tomorrow and nothing has ever smelled more terrifying

"You can't deny that there's heat between us," Malfoy purred. "I didn't," Harry responded, inching away from Malfoy. "Then why are you resisting something so undeniably right?" The smirk on Malfoy's face grew. "Fuck off, Malfoy." "I don't think that answers my question," Malfoy said, knowing he had the ravenette cornered. "I really don't want anything to do with you," Harry answered unflinchingly, but Malfoy didn't even look hurt. "Now I know you're lying." "Am not," Harry persisted. "Then let's make a deal," Malfoy toyed, "I bet I can get you to fall in love with me in 10 days..." "Can not," Harry scoffed. "-if I do," Draco continued, ignoring Harry's interruption, "then you have to admit there's heat between us and I get a day to do whatever I want with you." "Whatever?" "Whatever. So, is it a deal?" Harry's eyebrows pinched together, he knew if he backed down he'd seem weak. Besides, how could Malfoy ever get him to fall in love with him? "Deal."

What else besides drarry smut? ^PSA smut starts chapter 6

《Sequel to Impossible, rewrite》 Draco and Harry have been traveling the muggle world for three years now - but what will come when the years of avoiding their problems catches up to them? The couple is caught in a twist of unfortunate events, which seems to just be purely based of Harry's luck, doesn't it?

Have you ever thought for one second, that I've felt something towards you, other than hate, Potter? There's a fine line between love and hate. But I wouldn't necessarily call it love. Maybe lust. Anyway, it's impossible. You hate me. We're enemies. It's merely impossible. •• Trigger warning: mentions of self-harm, eating disorders, etc. [Highest achievements #3 in #Fandoms, #1 in #Drarry] I dont allow translations, sorry!

The year is 2096. The earth has seen two more world wars since 2016. The last war that destroyed a quarter of Canada and half of Japan, was enough to make the government enforce strict actions. Countries are now split, no communication at all between them. Humans now live in conglomerations of small pods stacked upon each other. Each person has their own space, but they're all confined to being underground. Half of the people living inside the pods have never seen natural sunlight. Birth rates are violently controlled due to the lack of space and pods constantly having to be built. Couples are allowed, but physical contact reaching past anything more than a hug is forbidden. Sex is strictly banned unless it is agreed by contract or an operation is done to assure a baby cannot be created. It's a tough life. It's a boring life. And it's a lonely one too. A life underground simply isn't good enough for some and sooner or later, you have to leave the shadows.

"Are you insane or are you just that broken?" he whispered, his face inches from mine. "I'm a little bit of both," I admitted, looking into his eyes. "A trip into my mind would be a trip into a nightmare."

I'm sorry... please forgive me.... . . / Phil's POV / WARNINGS: Angst, minor mention of self-harm, depression, etc. (( Copyright © 2016. silhouette-boy ))

just when the catipillar thought the world was over, it became a butterfly × sequel to 'transgender' {HIGHEST RANKING #3}

my name is dan, not danielle × somewhat based off of the short film boy (HIGHEST RANKING: #2 in fanfiction)