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  • ᵉⁿᵍˡⁱˢʰ Triangle of Sadness [Dexter] by Little7Seven
    Little7Seven
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    The headlines say the world is over. What ever happened to a fairy tale ending? You can't pass if you don't know the code word. I know that I'm immature but at least I'm not a goddamn failure.... or?
  • Dexter: Blood (fanfiction) by CerialKilleax
    CerialKilleax
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    Frank Lundy asks for Dexter's help on The Chesapeake Ripper case.
  • 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗟𝗔𝗠𝗕 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗨𝗧𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗥  ✷  DEXTER. by horrortapes
    horrortapes
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    whether you come as a lover or an executioner, i am ready to receive you. THE LAMB AND THE BUTCHER dexter - trap inspired au! ©horrortapes, 2024.
  • Dexter Vs Brian Moser by Dexterfanaddict7
    Dexterfanaddict7
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    The Ice truck killer vs The Bay harbor butcher/ curse words intended love story?, idk...
  • Mascara {Mattheo Riddle x OC} by Maddyyy140
    Maddyyy140
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    I feel soon I will sink Into you What do you think? Cause there's still blood In your hair I've got the bruise Of the year But there's something about her Mascara:by deftones ----------------------- A new year at Hogwarts should be fun, right? Usually they are but this year isn't something you could exactly call "fun". Every student is caught in fear when in only the second week of school a student goes missing. After that student, many more begin to disappear swallowed by shadows no spell can illuminate. Voldemort at hearing this sends his own son Matthe Riddle to track down the monster responsible. Matthes accepts, the task seems quite intriguing and monsters are familiar territory after all. But Elara Morgan is not. She slips in his thoughts like a blade sliding beneath his ribs- quiet, precise, impossible to remove. Every time he tells himself to focus on his task, her name crawls back into his mind like a whispered obsession. She is still, too calm, too amused by chaos. Her eyes don't just look at him-they read him, peel him apart layer by layer. Matthe begins to suspect he's not the hunter in this game. He feels watched even in empty corridors. He senses patterns in the disappearance- patterns only someone disturbingly intelligent could create. Someone who enjoys control. Enjoys him. The closer he gets to, the more the truth claws at him: the darkness he's tracking is not hiding in the forbidden forest or lurking in the shadows. It lives in the castle. It's already found him. It knows what he's done. And it knows his name.