"I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world."
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles
'oderint dum metuant'
(let them hate so long as they fear)
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Stories by Kares
He hates my guts (lets get married)
After the war tore him apart - Harry packed a bag and fled to the muggle world.
He trained to become a teache...
Not Alone
Katerina Harper is possessed by 2 nogitsunes.
Stiles Stillinski hates being weak.
When Stiles becomes willing...
Ange de la solitude dévalorisante
Ones shots from many a kingdom congregate here, honourable person.