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Black Dahilia by xoharris2000
Fandoms: Birds of Prey (And the Fantabulous Emancipation of One Harley Quinn) (2020)
05 Jan 2023
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“You fascinate me, Miss. Price. Most women I know would run away after just talking to me for more than five minutes. Not you, though.”
My back hits the wall, but I keep eye contact with him. He smirks when he sees he has me right where he wants me. My stomach tightens as he comes closer.
I smirk back, “Well maybe you’re not all that threatening as you make yourself out to be, Mr. Sionis.”
A tale in which Layla Price, a newbie cop, goes undercover and falls in love with Roman Sionis.
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Anger, hunger and obsession are all interwoven. Rook's been starving for years.
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Rook looks in the mirror and doesn’t recognise herself. She looks in the mirror and wonders who she’d been before coming to Hope County, before having to arrest Joseph Seed, before everything fell apart. Rook looks in the mirror and sees herself clearly, sees herself for the gaping wound that she is.
The problem is: so does John.
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04 Apr 2026
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"The water hits them, icy and hard. John jerks, arms and legs flailing. Rook leans over him, knees on either side of his body, hands pinning his shoulders down. Cold water begins to fill the tub, soaking the both of them down to the bone. John kicks, spilling water over the edge and onto the floor. He’d reopened the wound on his throat, and the water pinks with blood.
“Please,” she breathes, begs, hands moving to hold his jaw, to stabilise him, to get him to look into her eyes, “come back. Come back to me, John.”
He cries out like an animal on the verge of death, eyes so wide, face so pale.
Rook slaps him again. His gaze snaps to focus for a breath of a second.
“Come back,” she tries again, thumbs stroking over his cheeks. She reaches for one of his trembling hands, pulling it hard even as he tried to rip it from her fingers. She presses it against her chest, right over her thundering heart. John’s fingers curl over her shirt, anchoring himself in place.
“Breathe with me,” she whispers, “come on, damn it. Breathe with me.” Rook sucks in a shaky breath, chest rising, then releases slowly. John’s dilated gaze shakes, caught elsewhere. Caught in some kind of cage. A haunted house.
His movements slow, breath easing along with hers. She persists, squeezing his fingers tightly in hers. The tight fist he’s made on her collar releases and he stays there, palm pressed against her skin, over WRATH. God, god. John’s ghosts are so big and so hungry.
“R-Rook?” He croaks, lips blue, looking at her like he couldn’t quite comprehend what had just happened. He blinks slowly and unsurely. Relief wracks through her as she pulls him in, pressing his face to her chest on instinct. She curls over him, her hands knotted in his hair because she needed to keep him there. Needed to make sure that his ghosts weren’t going to swallow him whole.
“Fucking hell,” her voice rips through her, “don’t do that. Don’t fucking—”
John’s fingers tighten around the edge of her shirt, curling his face into her body. Something warm fills her chest cavity, something warm and sweet and utterly terrifying. He’s whimpering, making these horrifically pained sounds that cut into her heart with a serrated edge.
His mortality burns her. John was untouchable as a Herald. Eden’s Gate made him divine—but what was all that divinity? What was all that holiness? When the very thing you created could undo you? It’s swallowed him whole and spit him out, curled itself so tightly inside him that a simple pinch could splinter him.
What was the point in being divine if it couldn’t protect you?"
Holy shit, inject this into my fucking VEINS
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Sold to the Director of the Ruska Roma at just ten years old, Isabella Katsaros is forged in blood, discipline, and survival long before the world learns to fear the name John Wick. Trained alongside him from childhood into their brutal teenage years, the two become lethal mirrors of one another—deadly, precise, and bound by a love neither of them can afford in a life ruled by violence.
But the underworld does not tolerate weakness, and a betrayal—one neither of them fully recovers from—tears them apart.
Years later, the Baba Yaga is a legend. Isabella Katsaros is something worse.
Feared even among assassins, Isabella disappears from the High Table’s reach and reemerges as the unseen ruler of a remote Greek village—an unspoken sanctuary where no markers are called, no blood debts are honored, and all who enter are protected under her law.
So when the High Table comes for John Wick and Winston, there is only one place left to go.
And only one woman powerful enough to defy it...
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25 Feb 2026
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“Love abjures in order to adore. It burns in your breast and the world is burned.”
- Hélène Cixous, ‘Love of the Wolf’, Stigmata“I had no idea,” he said, as if somehow taken aback. “I had no idea how badly I would actually want you. I thought it was something small. Something that —” He smiled, shaking his head without finishing the statement.
But she thought she understood what he meant, anyways — something that could be ignored, a tiny spark it was safe enough to disregard. The kind of thing that could be left simmering in the background, never realizing how out of control it raged until it had consumed all that lay before it.
The tale of Deputy Jestiny Rook and John Seed (and all unwilling bystanders in their vicinity) discovering the danger a tiny spark can truly pose.
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Her Blood Upon The Rose by Blood_red_wolf (MotherofVampires), MotherofVampires
Fandoms: The Originals (TV)
15 Jul 2023
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Do you know what it's like? To watch your love and life be ripped from your grasp as everything you've ever known goes up in flames? Would the fire within ignite a hero, committed to protect others from the same fate? Or would a beast awaken, set on destroying the world as it destroyed you?
Klaus Mikaelson lost everything when he lost Juliana. The feel of her blood on his hands, the sound of her dying breath haunting him still, centuries later. So how is it possible she arrived in New Orleans alive and well? Where has she been and how did she survive? Will she come for Klaus's life as all the others? Or will they reignite the passion stolen from them all those years ago as they unleash a storm of fire and blood to reclaim their kingdom?
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26 Feb 2024
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Lying was like breathing to Lillian.
In the deep pits of a red light district, there was a place called The Inferno. Within its blood red neon clutches was a wonderland of leather and latex delight, anonymity, and pain and pleasure. Women and men dressed as demons roam the club floors to capture masked angels that walk through their doors. Above the pounding dance floor, above the bars and neon-soaked restaurant, were private booths for demons to feast on angels that fell from grace.
Lillian was one of the best-selling dominatrixes of the Inferno as Lucifer. Her life was a tangled web of lies she barely had a hold of from being unhealthily in love with a taken man who didn’t know of her nighttime profession, to an eager client who was ever so willing to fill the loneliness, and to the silent straight-laced bodyguard who can’t keep his eyes off her.
Then, just as she barely can keep her day and night personas separated, one night her two worlds fall apart as she gets stabbed, and begins to realize she has a stalker.
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23 Nov 2023