Wallpaper peels, crimson, from the wall, falling in curls that will crunch when he steps on them to leave later, but there will be no one to hear them then.

It doesn't hurt at first.

There should be more femmeslash in the world, you know. -Hermione/Luna-

Morfin waits.

Voldemort and Harry discuss a Fourteen Word Truth. Because all truths come in fourteen words.

Feeding time at the House of Gaunt.

Is this Earl Grey, dearest?

A cowrite with HanaTohruShipperMorgan. Scrimgeour slash the Prime Minister Romanticised.

Fourteen words of truth.

Tom will tear her kisses from his skin, even if he must rip it all off.

Eh bien, il n'y a pas aucune chose d'autre. :P

Once, Merope dreamt in green.

And if she were brave Merope would laugh out loud because she and her father will never see eye to eye.

When she dreams, he tastes of sin. Spice and silk and sacrilege.

Even if you're part of one.