NorthOfSomewhere
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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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kings are crowned, we're the best around by NorthOfSomewhere
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
15 Nov 2025
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The audacity to compare demons, disgusting filth, to the likes of angels. To Adam.
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you are the sun and i'm just the planets spinning around you by NorthOfSomewhere
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
14 Nov 2025
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Adam looks like he's sleeping, head resting in the hollow of his folded arms. But his eyes open when Lute gets closer to the desk.
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it's a sacred place when you come around by NorthOfSomewhere
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
13 Nov 2025
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Lute meets his eyes.
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Lute wakes with a scream—his name echoing in the dark.
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The Brightest Constellations of Our Souls by thecouchsofa
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
30 Sep 2023
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Harry doesn’t know how to cope after the War. The only things that make him feel even remotely normal again are taking risks while flying and fighting with Malfoy. It’s not likely to end well.
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Draco becomes obsessed with ‘Wonderwall’, reads Muggle books, and drives a campervan, while Harry slowly falls in love with Draco. A story about travelling around the British Isles in the late 90s while healing deep scars.
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03 Feb 2026
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He got around the increasing lump in the centre of his chest by supplying Malfoy with drinks, food, and entertainment without being prompted. If Malfoy smacked his lips, Harry stood up to get him a drink. If Malfoy sighed and put his book down, Harry was ready with a joke or a comment about something happening around them. If Malfoy rubbed his stomach or looked around like he was checking the time, Harry all but ran down the cobbled streets to get him a pastry or a sandwich. He’d even stooped so far as to ask the worker at one of the cafes to make a grilled chicken sandwich specially for Malfoy, off the menu. She’d grumbled, but had done it. Harry had been highly embarrassed at making an inconvenience of himself, but all was forgotten when he saw the way that Malfoy’s eyes lit up, his mouth opening in surprise as he looked at Harry, like he couldn’t believe that Harry had paid attention to him saying that was exactly the type of sandwich that he liked. Harry wondered how long it had been since someone paid attention to Malfoy that way; since he’d had a friend who went out of their way to do anything for him at all.
“Did you …” He trailed off, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. “Did you mean it? What you said before?” He looked at Harry with wide eyes that flicked over his face, not settling anywhere for more than a moment. His expression was unreadable, his gaze so intense that it made Harry shiver. “It’s alright if you didn’t. Or if it was a joke or … something else.” He fidgeted, fingers curling in the fabric of Harry’s jumper. “I just wanted to check, to … to check.”
Harry smiled softly at Draco. Had he meant it?
He thought about waking up to Draco every morning in their bed, surrounded by the combined scent of their sleep, the sheets tangled around his legs. He thought about hot chocolates and books and jumpers belonging to one or both of them, who could tell. He thought about Draco’s smile, his frowns, his eye rolls. He thought about how each of those things made him feel as though he were filled to bursting with golden light, with warmth, with comfort and safety.
Yeah, Harry thought. Yeah, this is it for me.
“Draco,” Harry said, shaking his head fondly. He smiled when Draco’s eyes flicked down to his feet and then back up again, still clearly not used to his first name coming out of Harry’s mouth. Harry reached out to tuck a bit of hair behind Draco’s ear, brushing his fingers over the sharp line of his jaw. “I meant it.”
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It didn’t start when Voldemort’s body hit the cold stone pavers of the Great Hall, a monster and a myth finally mortal once again.
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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.
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I asked the whys, the hows, from God, from the creatures around me. The Judges had no clear answers for me; only hungry licks between my fingers, annoyed huffs against my palms. And God, well, He said nothing at all.
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27 Mar 2025
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The rabbits’ fur turned from brown to white as snow swallowed the mountains, the rivers, and the lakes, and darkness encompassed the world. They became more elusive, I thought, because sometimes days went by without one. And although I did eat, I grew hungry during those days, waiting for Jacob’s gifts. Hungry for something more. There was a void behind my teeth, so deep in my throat that I couldn’t reach it. No matter how hard I tried to pry it open, to tear it loose, I just couldn’t.
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It all started one September morning, weeks after Joseph had released me from my duties.
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Martin isn't too proud to admit it: being able to make his boyfriend come as casually as flipping a light switch drives him out of his fucking mind in the best possible way.
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24 Mar 2025
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This is a routine request, by now, one that he makes at least as often as he requests Jon’s mouth, or his fingers, or his hand. Jon climbs on top of Martin without hesitation, rutting eagerly against him. This time, he doesn't quite manage to get all the way in. He slides wetly against Martin’s labia, thrusting once, twice, and then paints Martin with his come then and there.
Martin can feel Jon’s come dripping against his dick. He is going to go feral.
And it looks like he's somehow managed to discover another new kink, courtesy of Jon’s wonderful, overenthusiastic dick, because Martin slides his fingers through Jon’s come, mingling it with his own brand, and then proceeds to frantically stroke himself to his very own one-minute-wonder orgasm.
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Martin isn't too proud to admit it: being able to make his boyfriend come as casually as flipping a light switch drives him out of his fucking mind in the best possible way.