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Oh, you pretty things

siriuslymoonykinnie

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LECTURES 10
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siriuslymoonykinnie

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"Goddammit.." Sirius muttered curses of all kind under his nose on his way upstairs. Only three more flights left. He can do that, right? He's not a pussy. 
He could feel the droplet of sweat rolling slowly down his brow, making it difficult to concentrate on the stairs - which he couldn't even see, thanks to the fucking grocery bags. Also, the parsley was tickling his nose and he wanted to sneeze so desperately, but just couldn't.Tous Droits Réservés

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Blurred Lines // h.s., écrit par permanentcross

"You've worn makeup plenty," you said. "Haven't they ever taken it off you before?" "Not like this," he murmured. Your wrists tickled his nose and he hardly dared to breathe in case it threw off the tender, careful way you were touching him. "There we go," you cooed. "That's much better." "Can I open?" "Not yet. Just a couple seconds more." "Did you get a new perfume?" Harry asked. "Hmm?" "S'just...." Christ, how was he going to get a foot like that out of his mouth? "Y'smell nice or summat." You didn't say anything and again heat bloomed in his face."Probably my moisturizer," you said. Was it him or were you breathless? "Don't move."

The Full-Fledged Ride, écrit par Vocaloidpatches

I wake up.... but "wake up" isn't right,waking up would require a bed, covers, a pillow. Instead I come to and I sit up, right away, a pounding headache bursts through me, it takes a while, but it passes. I look down my white dress, I see dry blood stains on it, but I can't find any injury. I realize that I'm in a cage, I see metal bars around me,the floor I'm sitting on is also metal, I recheck my body for injuries, but instead of an injury, I feel something soft, my blood runs cold, ...fur, it feels like fur, I turn my head around. look down, at the back of my dress and start screaming, I can't stop, it's like someone has taken control of my vocal chords, the reason I'm screaming is because what's on-no what's attached to me, is a wolf's tale.She doesn't know who she is, she doesn't know where she is, what she does know is that she has to escape.

Pensieve - Wolfstar Fanfiction, écrit par homohurley

The instinct not to breathe underwater is so strong that it overcomes the agony of running out of air. No matter how desperate you are, you won't inhale until you're on the verge of losing consciounsness. Sirius knew that. He stood there, staring down to the black, cold water and pondering, would it be easier just to jump. He was on the edge, not just of the quay but of his own mind and sanity. The fall wouldn't kill him. The waves would. ... This is a Remus x Sirius Hogwarts years fanfiction I started writing a while back, in wich Sirius struggles with depression and suicidal thoughts. Remus tries his best to be there for his best friend, but his state of mind isn't the healthiest either. Contains triggering stuff, please don't read if you know you can't put up with stuff like ABUSE, SUICIDE, strong language or VIOLENCE. Also, all of this is based on the characters of the Harry Potter series. The cover picture is from tumblr and I added the name of this fic on it, so I do not own it. All of this is written by me, partly based on some of the events from my own life and suicidal thoughts I've had a long time ago, so please don't copy the storyline as it's partly very personal. Hope you'll like it

Save Me, écrit par LunarDivinity

I was drowning. I knew that. I also knew that the hands around my throat, pushing me deeper into the river water was the cause. What I didn't know was who was drowning me and why. It hurt thinking. It hurt to do anything right now. But I still screamed under the cold water and pushed the hands away as hard as I could. It didn't have much effect. I fought and fought, but I was getting weaker, and colder. The pain was overbearing. I couldn't breathe. It was the worst pain imaginable; and as the hands that were around my neck were forcibly ripped off by some unknown force, I slipped deeper into the depths of the river. My hair was straight above me along with my arms. My eyes were open and the water burned. A darkness started to pull me under, taking the pain away. I felt a small pressure around my waist, before the darkness completely consumed me. The last thing I remember is thinking, save me.

Flight || Newt Scamander, écrit par deadacc2015

"Sometimes I need to fly." "And why is that?" "When you're up there, in all those clouds. You actually can get a little taste of freedom."

Stockholm Syndrome, écrit par poetryinshambles

I didn't want to. I wouldn't. I won't. But suddenly I was doing it. I didn't even register my feet hitting the fourteen steps it took to get up the stairs. My brain ignored the ninth step and how creaky and loud it was. And then I was there. Finding a towel and a change of clothes. All because he had told me to.

Crazy, écrit par klaroline_lover_

"Please, please let me go. I beg of you!" I pleaded with the unknown voice. "Now you know I can't do that." The voice said, it's robotic sound angered me. "W-why?" Tears wouldn't stop sliding down my face. "Because you're the key to my happiness." [There are a lot of chapters, but they're all short.]

Before It Struck Midnight. *COMPLETE*, écrit par Strale26

Before I begin, I just want to say that this story does include some mature themes. I will also give out a warning a chapter prior to these scenes. Getting that out of the way, let's go onto the story description... *This book contains explicit content* *EXTRACT FROM THE BOOK* I stared at him, cooking and whistling, something that I could not do, or should I say, wasn't bothered to do. I decided to move away and to try and find an exit but I didn't even take one step back when I heard his voice. "Princess? Is that you?" I saw him raise his head before shooting his eyes onto me. The sudden gaze caused to heart to race while it froze my body as if I have turned into ice. I felt the fear engulf my body, eating me inside out. "You aren't scared of me... Are you?" he asked me, I sensed the envy in his voice. That mixed with his harsh tone caused a wave of goosebumps to course through my body. I wanted to begin by asking him where was I? Why was I here? Why was he here... I wanted to ask him, but I couldn't, the fear was just all too much for me. "Come on... Speak to me... Ask me..." he began. "Ask me 'why am I here' and all of that crap... Entertain me with your fear." I saw him slowly gripping a knife that was on the countertop, with his eyes still on mine. The sides of his mouth slowly began tilting upwards. All the bitterness and the cold, it was all so visible in his eyes. I looked at him in horror, noticing him as he took his first steps towards me. "Talk to me... Because this might be the only time you will ever be able to talk, " he said this sentence in such a calm tone, it caused me once again to shiver with goosebumps. "W-what do you mean...". Never in my life have I stuttered, until then.

Afloat Harry Potter x Fem!Reader, écrit par Bobadeauthor316

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Stockholm Syndrome//H.S, écrit par dorkaliciousdama13

As I leave, the cold British wind greets me. I zip up my sweater, and start walking home. Thanks to my parents, I don't have a car. "You're too irresponsible for a car, Courtney. You can always save up for one once you leave this house," my father had scoffed when I asked him. I walk at a fast pace, hoping to avoid any random strangers lurking in the dark streets. "Hey, darling. What are you doing all alone in the dark?" I hear a voice ask. I pick up his deep, British accent. I ignore him, and start jogging. Just a few more streets... I hear his swift feet, and he grabs me from behind, pressing a wet cloth on my face. He drags me behind a building. My muffled screams are the only noise in the silent night. I try to break from his strong, yet careful hold. I wiggle under his grip, but he only lets out a sigh. "Shhhhh...don't scream...everything will be alright...shhhh..." he whispers. I feel warm tears slide down my face, and my eyesight blurs, and I stop screaming and escaping. The last thing I see are the swaying trees. Then... DARKNESS... ✯✯✯✯✯ 19-year-old Courtney Thompson hates her life. From her annoying stepmother, to her overprotective father. The only thing that keeps her alive is her brother and reading. She's always wanted to die, but after being kidnapped, all she wants is to live. Her kidnapper is beyond amazing. From the good looks, to his niceness. But that's what he is...a kidnapper. A killer. A stalker. ✯Will she fall for him, even if he kidnapped her?✯ ✯Will she find out the countless secrets that he hides?✯ ✯Will she escape?✯ Will she fall victim to... STOCKHOLM SYNDROME? ✯✯✯✯ © DorkaliciousDama13 2016 Please don't copy. This book is original, and it comes from a place called "BRAIN". Plus...you'll be in BIG trouble if you copy my book. I don't own 1D. (❤I Wish❤...)

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Blurred Lines // h.s.

"You've worn makeup plenty," you said. "Haven't they ever taken it off you before?" "Not like this," he murmured. Your wrists tickled his nose and he hardly dared to breathe in case it threw off the tender, careful way you were touching him. "There we go," you cooed. "That's much better." "Can I open?" "Not yet. Just a couple seconds more." "Did you get a new perfume?" Harry asked. "Hmm?" "S'just...." Christ, how was he going to get a foot like that out of his mouth? "Y'smell nice or summat." You didn't say anything and again heat bloomed in his face."Probably my moisturizer," you said. Was it him or were you breathless? "Don't move."