'And he's the best fuck that ever walked. He's beautiful - rich, in money and everything else; he's a rockstar to boot, trapped in the body of a fighter. And how he fought; at a state of turmoil with himself - somewhere inside his soul that only she...
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'Isee a line of cars and they're all painted black with flowers and my love, both never to come back I see people turn their heads and quickly look away Like a newborn baby, it just happens every day
No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue, I could not foresee this thing happening to you If I look hard enough into the setting sun My love will laugh with me, before the morning comes
I see the girls walk by, dressed in their summer clothes I have to turn my head until my darkness goes Black as night, black as coal I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky'
CW: suggestive/ mildly sexual content towards the end of chapter, angst apologies for this chapter having taken so long, i really struggled knowing where to go next as it's less canon-compliant. from this point on updates should be a lot easier/ more frequent, thank you 🤍
New Year's Eve was as interesting a night as any; Hera had eaten a small tub of honeycomb ice cream almost entirely to herself, along with a few fair swigs of honey-spiced rum, which gave not even the faintest impression of sweetness.
In her mind, the rum wasn't anything special — for one, the label claimed to be from Plymouth but failed to mention that referred to bottling only, the actual brewery and distillery was entirely Barbados, which seemed very misleading.
Sirius found no such qualms, however, regarding his godson with a fond, if bloodshot, eye. "Is Christmas over, yet? It is New Year's after all, "
"Really?" Harry responded dryly, reaching for the rum and taking a small swig under Hera's watchful eye, "I thought it was still Indian Summer, "
"You'd wish so, " she argued, "Only a few more days before you go back to school... "
"Don't remind me, " he groaned.
"You can't hate it that much!" Hera said pensively, "You told me it was better this year. "
