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Beneath the cold - REWRITTING!! by sifelin
Fandoms: Dorm Master Series - Elysium July (Web Series)
27 Sep 2025
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Damian came running towards you, face pale visibly shaken.
"Are you hurt?"
He said just as he arrived, not wasting any air in introductions or any other questions.
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"Y/N-"
You turned around abruptly, bringing your attention to Damians voice, you dont find him until you look down and you are met with him kneeling in front of you, one arm resting on his higher leg"-are you hurt?"
He asked once again, this time his voice was softer, lower; His eyes locked with yours, your shoulders relaxed at his voice, your gaze softened
"dont worry, im safe...all thanks to Acacius."
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You stay quiet for a while watching his actions, still very much asleep and your eyes squinted
"It's like...six thirty or something in the morning Magnus, don't you think it's too early for anythin–"
"SIR." He exclaims while pointing a finger so close to your face you would have probably jumped if you were 100% awake, however, this is really not the case.
"Yeah whatever...SIR" you say as you slap his hand out of your face "I'ts too early to either smoke or walk around Crescentstone. Not to mention, im on BREAK, sir."
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Dorm Master Series - Elysium July (MODDED - Damian Route) by sifelin
Fandom Dorm Master Series - Elysium July (Web Series)
27 Sep 2025
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you are testing my restraint by tayswriting
Fandoms: 恋与深空 | Love and Deepspace (Video Game)
31 May 2026
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Between surgeries, Dr. Zayne tries his hardest to stay professional. You, however, are ovulating, extremely horny and determined to break your boyfriend's iron restraint.
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01 Jun 2026
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Sixth Year. Mid-October. Hermione Granger is seventeen, running on three hours of sleep, and sitting in the library when it happens.
One moment she is annotating a dense Arithmancy text. The next, she is burning. Not with fever—something else. Something that starts in her chest and radiates outward, turning her blood to honey, her skin to a live wire. Her scent, which she has never been consciously aware of, suddenly blooms—parchment, rain on hot stone, bergamot, and underneath it all, something raw and sweet that she has no name for.The Still Room.
In old houses, the still room was where herbs were dried, medicines brewed, preserves put up. A place of quiet industry. Of transformation through patience. Of things left to steep, to settle, to become something other than what they were.
It is also, in Hermione's private lexicon, the name she gives to the feeling she cannot explain: the stillness that descends when she is near him. The quiet in her relentless mind. The sense of arriving somewhere she did not know she was seeking.Bookmarked by sifelin
30 May 2026