baby's divinity - hariana
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a hariana fanfcition; Harry styles and Ariana Grande.
circa 1912 - Harry Styles, an explorer who has already written 2 journals over his adventures. One book was about the troubles but beauty in Calvary island, and the other was about pure iniquity and horror down in Caranius Island. His plan for every adventure he has done was for others to hear about it, and also for his journals to be published as books. Yet for this third one he's afraid this may be his last adventure. The "dangers" and "wickedness" was nothing compared to Caranius as other explorers say, and he was afraid he wouldn't be able to make it out. The rumors and theories "made up" about that certain island can make anyone faint in less than a second, and if you're able to even survive it's description theres a chance you may be able to survive the island itself.
yet when arriving on that island, it would be something he, and anyone else would never EVER expect.
the island was named after one of the three Moirai, Goddess of fate and destiny: Atropos.
Atropos Island.
he believed how stupid of it to be named Atropos, there was no fate or destiny. Just darkness and doubt.
Yet when arriving there, he had no idea of the fate that awaited him. What pure elegance was waiting for him. Almost too divine it drove him crazy whether it was the island deceiving him.
She was now apart of his destiny, and they both weren't able to control it.
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mature content.
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