But waht about:
Since the moment Oliver locked eyes with him through the window of his dorm something inside him changed. Since that fateful day something inside Oliver's very soul cracked and splintered, it broke, irreparably so.
Through the next months since that life changing morning, parts of himself started shifting, molding and adjusting to become what was necessary, what was right, what he needed.
Oliver knew, he wasn't dumb. He knew that the story he told, the decisions he made and the act he put was all hanging by a thread. He couldn't believe his luck, truly. Every night he recounted his memories certain that it all would disappear as soon as the day came. But the days became months and suddenly Saltburn doors opened for him.
The morning of his birthday, while looking through his wardrobe trying to find something nice enough to wear, he remembered the first time he noticed him. He looked unreachable, and yet...
Time stretched, it was torturous, the exciment of it all, the shame.
Breakfast with the Cattons. "Happy birthday, Oliver darling!"
The long ride.
Prescot.
His home.
His parents.
Lunch with the Quicks. "Happy birthday Oliver!"
The ride back.
The pleading.
The tears.
The party.
The cake.
The champagne.
Walking through the maze.
Watching him through the shadows once again.
Pronouncing his name.
As soon as he speaked his name Oliver had the realization that the day was coming to an end. Finally, this awful day was about to end, but something felt wrong.
What happened the moment they locked eyes was something he didn't account for. Of all the things he knew could go wrong he didn't expect... himself, his own body betraying him.
The look on his face made him shiver, the emotions displayed. The contempt, the disgust, the grief. It was too much.
It's been years but even if you would've asked him to repeat what he said that same night he wouldn't be able to.
He completely broke down. He thought that he knew what was like to be wrecked from the inside and out, but Oliver had no idea.
He cried, he pleaded, he screamed and whispered too. All those emotions he shoved deep into himself overflowed, it was impossible to control it or stop it.
When Oliver came back to his senses he was grabbing him by the collar of the beater. Their faces were so close they shared the same air, his hands tremble and the tears kept flowing creating paths down his cheeks, his vision blurred.
Between sobs he mutter an I love you but he didn't respond.
"Please Felix, I love you...".
He remaind silent, gently, he grabbed his hands and pushed him away. Not a word was said, he walked away, out of the maze and out of his life.
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Harry stood facing Snape, his fists clenched. It felt like detention sometimes—all the time—living here with Snape, trying to please someone who could never be pleased. “What’s the difference?” he demanded. “All these rules, all this work. What’s the difference between you and the Dursleys?”
Snape regarded him for a moment. Something in his eyes had changed. “You don’t see it?”
“I…” Harry suddenly felt lost, like the ground loosened beneath him. He leaned against the wall, seeking support. Some spark lit within him, revealing something he didn’t want to see.
“I’ll never condemn you for your magic. Not like your uncle. Not like Petunia so loved to do. And I’ll do everything in my power to keep you alive. To keep you safe.”
Everything was spinning now, reordering itself. “You will?”
Snape laid a hand on his shoulder and squeezed, and Harry found that he needed it, needed something to anchor him.
“That doesn’t mean you’ll never be in danger. You do have a talent for seeking it out. But I will find you. I’ll do everything I can to protect you.” He searched Harry’s eyes. “Do you believe me?”
Harry nodded, and tentatively drew close, pressing his forehead against Snape’s shoulder, remembering all the years at school, all the things Snape had done that he hadn’t liked Harry to see. “You’ve done so before, haven’t you? Protected me.”
Snape laid a hand gently on Harry’s head, his voice quiet but firm. “Always.”
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Headcanon/Scenario Time - Genshin Impact (2)
headcanon processing...
razor
this- baby
razor loves belly scratches just like a wolf
and of course this tickles him
so he'll be like
"ah-what is this?"
and the traveler has two options
•explain him everything about tickles
•go ahead and start gentle and then tickle the shit out of him
. . .
i must write about this
:)
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He froze when he saw Noelle raise her hands, snow falling from her hands as she did so and for a moment...
Nothing happened.
He carefully breathed in and out, trying to calm down his racing heart when Noelle's eyes suddenly opened and he flinched, her usually kind gaze replaced with an eerie white light. He watched, stunned, as she was whisked up into the air. He barely noticed the snow filling the whole arena transfixed on her figure slowly disappearing from sight and he felt so, so cold he felt like he was going to-
He screamed out for her to stop but before he could even make a sound an overwhelming chill consumed his entire being and everything went dark.
When he woke up again it was to a feeling of flowers under him and the sight of pillars trying to reach the rocky ceiling high up above him.
hi people who follow me. I wrote a thing. enjoy?
@cawareyoudoin (since you wanted to be tagged when I upload the first chapter)
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