NorthOfSomewhere
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is there a word for bad miracle? by NorthOfSomewhere
Fandoms: Ghost of Yōtei (Video Game)
17 Mar 2026
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He's clearly exhausted. Grief and grave-digging are heavy enough cloaks on their own. But together...
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can't put away what you left in my head by NorthOfSomewhere
Fandoms: Mafia (2K Video Games)
16 Mar 2026
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"Well, I'll tell ya what I got," Sam says.
He reaches over and neatly opens the door for Tommy as he explains the plan.
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i can keep on running til i'm running out of road by NorthOfSomewhere
Fandoms: Grand Theft Auto V
16 Mar 2026
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Michael registers what he's seeing and his eyes narrow.
"Since when do you smoke?"
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and it's laugh out loud when this shit's not funny by NorthOfSomewhere
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
04 Dec 2025
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Adam lets his head fall forward, forehead hitting the wall with a thud, and laughs.
I'm in heaven.
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my loneliness is the only bitch that holds me by NorthOfSomewhere
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
16 Nov 2025
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"Are... Are you okay, sir?"
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"What'd you say this was again?" She licks her thumb from base to tip.
He works his jaw and squints; once his brain is jogged back to the conversation, he retorts with: "Folk up here don't ask questions if they wanna stay fed."
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13 Apr 2026
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He debates telling her the truth, how he'd fancy bitin' off her ear in exchange, that he wanted to see that fuckin' light in her big hazel eyes get extinguished.
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When she rejoins the campfire, the fresh wound across his stomach's healed over and covered, and the strip of skin he's hacked off is neatly speared and roasting.
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i’m happy to admit that maybe i’m a little depressed, ‘cause i’m missing you to death by stendhal
Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)
28 Mar 2026
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No one talks about the after.
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29 Mar 2026
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⸻after: when the house sits lifeless, and all of what meant something to his dad fits inside medium sized cardboard boxes...
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No one talks about the after—after the shock fades just enough to be functional; after: when the foundation of the before, tips itself, tossing everything on the floor with a whisper, not a crash.
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A stubborn lock of hair gets tucked behind Malfoy's ear twenty-six times. Harry only counts because what else has he got to do.
Homework, Hermione's shrill voice sounds in his head. Oh, Harry, you have so much homework, you're behind on everything, what are you doing? Did you really come back for eighth year just to spy on Draco Malfoy again?
It's a good question. Twenty-seven, now.
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16 Mar 2026
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Of course Malfoy remembers every quip Harry has ever made. He'll hold it against him until he dies, probably. Harry can't help but find it sort of funny.
"There you are," he says, spreading out his hands. "See how helpful I can be? You're welcome."
"Oh, is that what this is about?" Malfoy asks, calculating. "You want my gratitude?"
"Couldn't hurt," Harry says.
And just like that, he's back to being amused, eyes glinting with a malicious sort of glee. "Are you looking for me to praise you, Potter? I can, if you'd like. You won't feel like you deserve it, of course." Playful, Harry thinks, as a fist squeezes his insides. "Inferiority complex, you know."
Harry is determined to keep the loose smile on his face. "Try it out then, let's see."
"You've done well, Harry Potter," Malfoy says, his own smile widening. His lips hardly move, so quiet Harry has to strain to hear it, so loud it rattles his bones. "Saving me."
"Which time," Harry says, trying for cheeky, anything to cover the sudden flip of his stomach, but Malfoy just hums and goes back to his notes as though nothing's happened, as though Harry's ears aren't ringing with, you've done well, you've done well, you've done well.
He looks younger when he's pleased with himself. Softer. That Draco Malfoy , he's gotten rather fit, hasn't he?
Soon, Harry thinks, eyes on Malfoy's bent head, an uncomfortable sort of pressure in his chest, soon they'll be saying, that Harry Potter, he's lost his entire bloody–-
"What happened to the rest?"
"Snape," Draco says, watching Harry drag his finger along the scar. "Dittany works miracles, apparently." His muscles shift under the touch, but he's not stiff, and Harry struggles to read the look on his face. "I decided to keep this one. As a reminder of how much I hated you."
Harry blinks at him. "You needed a reminder for that?"
It makes him squirm to see Draco smile, insides twisting up. Harry kisses him because he doesn't know what else to do with the feeling. His hand stays on Draco's stomach, feeling his abs tense, and release. Into his mouth, Draco says, "I have since I was eleven, Potter."
"What," Harry mumbles. "Hated me?"
There's a hand on the back of his neck, keeping him close. He doesn't need it; his only thought is to get closer.
"Needed a reminder," Draco says, just like that.
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One balmy, unmemorable evening early in August, Hermione says, "We have got to get on with it."
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Can’t say he ever expected this.
He hadn’t been with anyone since before, those memories long tucked away. Old wounds, those faded scars still healing.
And yet here she is - pretty little Lucy MacLean, crawling into his lap and practically begging him to make her come.
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Bookmarked by NorthOfSomewhere
23 Nov 2025
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It’s too fuckin' much.
The kiss breaks as his hands fit against her hips. She squeaks as he lifts her - ignoring her sound of protest when she drops back to his thighs.
Her indignation forgotten as his hand fists around his cock. Her breath caught in her throat at she watches.
“Don’t want this inside you.” He growls out. Jaw jutting as he smears her release across the rough skin - fingers gliding with how slick she left him, as everything draws up tight.
No more than three jerks before he’s spilling across his knuckles, his groan long and low. His come arcing across her lower belly as he angles himself. Watching how each throb leaks more against her skin, as he works himself empty.
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Can’t say he ever expected this.
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What We Pretend We Can't See by gyzym for shecrows
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
19 Feb 2017
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Seven years out from the war, Harry learns the hard truth of old history: it’s never quite as far behind you as you thought.
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Bookmarked by NorthOfSomewhere
17 Jul 2025
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“I had everything the way that I liked it,” Draco says, and his voice is so ragged and wounded that Harry sways a little, leans away. “Do you understand — I worked so hard, Harry. I told myself and told myself that if I just kept my head down! And kept trying! That eventually I would have what I wanted! And I did, I was happy, I had my work and my friends and my house and I never wanted for anything! I told myself I could do it and I did it, and it was perfect, and you had to show up and ruin it, didn’t you, because that’s just what you do. Because you can’t fucking help yourself!”
“I’m sorry,” Harry whispers. He is. He’s so sorry he doubts there are words for it in any language. He’s so sorry he could fall to the floor.
“Take it back, then,” Draco demands. “Take it back right now and we can forget it and — and solve the bloody case and go back to — to — just take it back, all right?”
“I’m sorry,” Harry says again, because he can’t, however much he might want to.
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Twelve days after the Battle of Hogwarts, Harry steps across the threshold of Grimmauld Place and knows abruptly that he can’t live there anymore.