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Author : Bóng cây. Couple : Harry James Potter / Draco Lucius Malfoy.Characters belong to J. K. Rowling. The work is a fictional script, not part of the Harry Potter storyline.꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚Un jour au début de l'été, avec quelques pommes vertes en cadeau pour mon petit dragon.Lettre d'amour pour toi- là où le temps semble s'arrêter, pour un éclair de ton sourire dans mes souvenirs.Mon amour,Il y a des instants où je ne désire rien d'autre que ton regard - là où tout devient plus doux, même les blessures que j'ai longtemps cachées. Il suffit que tu existes, que tu sois heureux. Tout se guérit.Là où tu es heureux, c'est là que je veux rester.Là où ton regard s'abandonne, le monde devient soudainement tendre avec moi.Même si le temps change, même si les nuits deviennent interminables,Il suffit que tu souries, et j'ai déjà tout gagné.Je n'ai pas besoin de magie pour croire aux miracles - car le miracle, c'est toi.Merlin t'a mis sur mon chemin pour me faire comprendre qu'un amour puissant existe encore pour moi, un amour différent de celui de mes parents.J'ai entendu tes amis dire que tu aimais les longues lettres, les mots doux mais pas trop irréels.Alors pour toi, j'ai essayé d'améliorer ma façon d'écrire. Pour toi, j'ai appris le français, cette langue que je n'aurais jamais pensé pouvoir maîtriser. Mais pour toi - pour toutes les phrases que tu dis en français - je veux tout comprendre.Est-ce que tu accepterais un rendez-vous chez les Black ? C'est ma maison désormais, et personne ne viendra nous déranger.Draco, j'ai été si triste que tu n'aies pas pu venir à mon anniversaire. Maintenant que l'été est à moitié passé, tu me manques comme si tu allais disparaître.Avec tout mon amour, en espérant le tien,- Harry James Potter…

smolaiz

Vài ý tưởng lặt vặt về LuMi mà tôi nghĩ ra, nhưng không có thời gian để viết thành một fanfic hoàn chỉnh.Đọc kỹ cảnh báo ở trước mỗi chapter. Rất nhiều darkjoke, không dành cho tất cả mọi người.(Lịch update: Từ thứ hai đến thứ sáu hằng tuần, ngày lễ sẽ có bonus)…

jojobear8888

In the world of Furred, dungeons have been a part of their history for as long as anyone can remember. The people here are proud of their adventurous ancestry and have thrived on the magic particles that fill the dungeons. With the advent of the 21st century, Furred is undergoing a technological revolution. The world is bustling with machines, robots and artificial intelligence, and new professions have emerged. Despite these advances, the dungeons have not been forgotten. They have adapted to human development and are now even more dangerous, with monsters wielding guns. To keep the public safe, the government agency controls access to the dungeons and only permits those with proper certification to enter. This is the world that our protagonist will soon find themselves in, where magic and technology coexist and danger lurks around every corner.…

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Am0uree_Willsd4rling

1975s.Fredbear's Singin' Show is rebranding. What was once a modest stage attraction is becoming something larger: a family diner filled with music, colorful characters, new mechanical performers, improved mascot costumes, and ambitions considerably bigger than the little building can contain. William Afton and Henry Emily are determined to make it work, which means there is suddenly an extraordinary amount of paperwork to be done.You happen to be looking for a job. It seems simple enough. A secretary's position-answering telephones, organizing appointments, handling correspondence, keeping track of commissions, and occasionally reminding two rather distracted inventors that meetings are, in fact, real things that occur in the physical world. You don't expect much from it. Certainly not that flamboyant man. He's younger than you imagined, surprisingly affable, endlessly talkative, and possessed of the peculiar habit of turning every quiet moment into a conversation. Behind the polished manners and easy smile is a man whose mind never seems to stop moving, forever occupied with machinery, entertainment, costumes, music, and whatever strange idea has caught his attention that afternoon.At first, you're supposedly his personal secretary to assist whatever he needed most.Then his confidante.Then, perhaps, something neither of you quite knows what to call yet.After all, every great performance has to begin somewhere.Sometimes it begins with a stage.Sometimes with a sketch.And sometimes with a nervous woman walking into the wrong office at exactly the right time.…