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Your Weakness - Ch. 1: A Conversation

An InuYasha Fanfiction

It could have been a night like any other night. The fire was burning brightly, bed rolls had been laid, food had been cooked and eaten and the warmth from the fire pit made for one sleepy evening inside the shack. Outside the stars were waking up, shining brightly in the sky, but the moon was still sleeping, birthing into a new, wondrous thing. Tonight, InuYasha suffered his habitual monthly gatherings of normalcy, or at least normal by anyone else’s terms.

Tonight, InuYasha was human and far from feeling anything regular. In fact, he felt insanely exhausted. It seemed the weight he carried on his shoulders pushed him downward into the hardened ground even more than normal. He wanted to shake off the feeling of unease but it was rough to not feel tough during nights like these.

Three sat around the burning fire pit tonight. Kagome has gone home to her life in the future, seemingly unaware that tonight would be a night where InuYasha needed her most. But Sango and Miroku were there to stay by his side at least.

Shippo lay off with Kirara, happily full of food and already dozing for the night. Miroku had decided to stay up for a little while longer so as to allow Sango some much needed rest.

Their tiresome effort to find Naraku and destroy him seemed never ending so they each took their respite when they could.  

“InuYasha, you should get some rest. I don’t feel any threats nearby, we should be safe for the night.” Miroku smiled, still a bit mystified at how InuYasha looked so different yet still the same. His hair lay in the same fashion, but instead of white it was black. His eyes that shone gold most of the time were now a soft dusty amber. The only thing that seemed to stay the same was his face, and his attitude.

Rolling his eyes, InuYasha shuffled to his side, trying to find a comfortable way to lay down on the ground. “I still say staying so far out in the middle of nowhere puts a target on our backs.” He’d shut his eyes, rolling onto his back and tucking his arms into the sleeves of his suikan.

Miroku relaxed a bit as he sat, staring at the fire in the middle of the room. “If something were to happen while we resided in a village, it could put the villagers at risk. Here at least we’d be able to handle it as we normally do.”

Huffing and trying his best to forget his formidable monthly fate, InuYasha had to agree with Miroku. The monk may be shallow and a bit of a liar when it came to relieving others of small and large trinkets for mere monetary gain, but he was also level headed enough to make good points. InuYasha yawned and rolled onto his other side, his back facing the fire pit and the rest of them. “Yeah yeah.” He muttered, exhaustion suddenly washing over him, enveloping him in the comfort of mortal sleep.

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For a moment, InuYasha forgot where he was, until he sat up and recognized the shack and the fire pit in the middle of the room, of which the fire had been put out. He figured it was the middle of the night, for the sun wasn’t even peaking through the cracks in the walls just yet. It was dark inside. With no moon to light up outside and no window with which to look outside, InuYasha could barely see anyone else inside.

He assumed everyone was lying where they had settled earlier and by feeling the ground with his hands and feet, InuYasha was able to stand and shuffle his way to the door. It creaked slightly as he opened it, glancing back to make sure he hadn’t woken anyone up from the sound.

When no one stirred, InuYasha continued on his way outside, shutting the door behind him. He let loose a breath he hadn’t been aware he’d been holding. It relaxed his shoulders and brought goosebumps to his skin. It was a chilly night but he was warm enough from the heat his clothing held inside.  

Outside wasn’t all that much brighter than inside the shack.

The stars were bright enough to place a dull blue hue on his surroundings, but each shadowed corner was blackened into an abyss. InuYasha could make out the hill they sat upon and the few trees plotted around the building behind him. He could even make out the forest that surrounded them and the path that started from underneath his feet to where it lost itself between the trees.

InuYasha knew he shouldn’t be outside, especially on a night like this, but he couldn’t sleep any longer. All the worries he held onto brought nothing but anxiety when once there had been a readied sureness.

He wondered when it became about what they all wanted in the end instead of just what he wanted. He’d declared Miroku, Sango, Kagome and even Shippo as friends publicly and he wasn’t shy about the trust he placed in the group. But he’d always been steadfast in his belief that when all this shard business was over, he would become what he always thought he should be.

Even more so in his current form, he felt on a shallow level that being a full demon could wipe all his problems away, that he would be complete if he was fully what should have been his since birth. Somewhere deep down inside however, InuYasha knew he’d rather have a life with Kagome and Miroku, Sango, hell even Shippo. If they chose to stay with him in the end that is.

At some point InuYasha found himself down the hill, slowly walking the path away from the shack. He hadn’t realized while being so deep in thought, but a sudden crack sounded to his right, startling him out of his reverie.

Instinctively, he reached down to his hip to retrieve Tessaiga but it wasn’t there. Silently cursing, InuYasha realized it was still sitting back inside the shack, having removed it so as to get a more comfortable position to sleep in.

He thought about running back to grab it, to alert the others of the sound but before he could turn and take a step, he felt something snake around his waist and tug him backward along the path, dragging him in the dirt until the forest and shadows swallowed him up.

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The Fall - Chapter 21: The Truth.

Harry would have liked to have been left alone after his little outburst, he would have liked to be able to leave the room and run back to his torn sheets and not so comfy mattress. Harry would have liked to shut up because the things he were to speak of were things no one should hear, but no.

Draco, who had managed to snake around Ron and Hermione, finding himself close to Harry. He shivered at the cold words coming from the other but instead of leaving, which everyone in the room had wanted to do, he instead gently took hold of Harry’s good arm and lightly tugged him back towards the table.

“Everyone, sit, please.” Draco said, his eyes flicking from Ron to Hermione as he and Harry took a seat next to each other at the table. When the other two finally followed suit, Draco turned to Harry and sighed. “Tell us everything.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“You wouldn’t like me if I told you everything.”

“We already don’t like you.” 

“Ron.” Hermione chided, brows knit in frustration. “Harry, that’s not true. If we are going to be honest, then-” She paused, unsure of what to say and how to say it. “We are just scared. We’re scared because we don’t know how to be around you now. We want to believe that you will get better but, in all honesty, we feel like your slipping away.”

Ron cleared his throat and shifted awkwardly in his seat. Sometimes he didn’t like it when Hermione spoke for him but he knew that it was easier for her to find the words then him. “You’re a right git, you know?” He asked Harry. “Yeah, I’m scared, but I’m also angry. We spent months looking for you, close to a year, and when we finally do you’re-” He gestured towards Harry in general. “This.” Hermione made a move to interject but Ron spoke up faster. “You’re different, we all know it, we all expected something different then the Harry we left back at Hogwarts. We, I, just didn’t know the extent.”

Harry squirmed under Ron’s gaze now, anxiety crashing against him in waves. He felt his body want to twitch and spring upwards. He wanted to pace the room, hell, leave the room, but he stayed because this was the most Ron had spoken to him since he arrived.

“When Draco came to us and told us you were being held in a prison, we assumed we’d find you in one but that cabin-” Ron shook his head, something catching in his throat. “We saw the blood in the living room and Peters’ body, we saw the one bedroom, and the one bed, and the one washroom and the disheveled sheets-” 

“Stop.” Harry spoke up. His voice had broken, hauling Ron from speaking further. “Please, please stop.” He was suddenly so exhausted, exhausted and ashamed and utterly anxious to leave the room. He remembered feeling so vulnerable to them once before and not caring because they too felt the same. Now he only felt weak. “I can’t, not that, please.”

Hermione cleared her throat. “We don’t have to talk about that, Harry but please, we need to know what happened to you since Draco was let go? We have to try and understand if we are ever going to be able to make you better.”

Better.

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The Aftermath in Our Favor - Ch. 1 “Sleep” (Jack Kline x Dean Winchester Fic)

Lucifer was right.

No, not Lucifer. Nick. Nick had been right.

Nick had been right in telling Dean how it felt to be filled with an archangel.

Dean knew all too well what it was like to be tethered to a rocket shooting through time and space. He knew that there had been hatred for Michael, but deep down he knew there had been a little bit of love.

Only in the absence of the ethereal being did Dean feel a small hole begin to grow within him. The small hole of loss.

He wasn’t sure if he grieved the loss of Michael himself or rather the feeling of being completely whole, one with the universe. It was an intense ache he felt, one he felt etched in his bones, in every breath he took.

At first he felt he could manage, try to move on from it all.

But then Mary had died and while the anger and the hole inside grew, Dean still felt as if he could get through the pain, or at least muddle through life.

But then Jack had died and God had run away all that was left was the loss and the grief and the ever growing hole deep down inside.

Dean hadn’t left the bunker in days. Hell, he hadn’t even left his room. He had no appetite, no desire to take a shower, or the will to even turn on his television to at least fill the silence.

All he felt like doing was laying in bed and sleep. If he’d woken up at all it was merely to turn over as each side grew sore after a while.

If he spoke at all it was to tell Sam or Cas to leave him alone, that all he wanted to do was sleep.

He didn’t want to hunt. He didn’t want to read any books. He didn’t even want to answer his phone.

All he really wanted to do was feel whole again but since he couldn’t seem to find a way out of his current funk, all he did was sleep.

In his dreams he could visit his old, favourite memories as if watching a movie. He could be having a good time with Sam, drinking in a bar and laughing about something that wasn’t even that funny. He could simply be sitting in a quiet room with Castiel, thumbing through stacks of books before heading off bed. He tried to dream of his mother but his mind simply wouldn’t let him. He could dream of Jack though, of all the good times, of all the struggles and mini wins. He could dream about a life he had lived such a long time ago, but eventually he would wake up and they’d all be gone again.

Time was slipping through his fingers, rushing by with no thought of him and his loss.

Time and Sam and Cas moved on around him. Knocks on his door seemed to stop and his phone no longer rang.

The shadows from the corners of his room seemed to grow, engulfing him in the silence and dark, consuming him, drowning him.

Until it stopped.

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Tiny Update!

I’ve posted here again after so long! It’s just a snippet but I’m also working on the latest chapter. I have half of it written, just gotta get the other half! :3

Thank you to all who still want to read The Fall, to those that just joined in reading it and to those that are sticking around for future updates! I know it can be frustrating when a writer takes so long to write something you like and I’m sorry for that!

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It was a dream, nothing more, but it felt as real as if Harry were actually standing on the beach. He could feel the sand between his toes and the ocean spray hit his face. A small breeze tossed his messy hair about in no one particular direction.

It was peaceful here.

Harry moved along the shore, listening to the waves crash against each other. He wasn’t sure why he was dreaming being here on this beach but he welcomed it all the same.

It wasn’t a windowless room with people that made his skin crawl.

No, here he felt as if he could breathe better.

He moved to sit along the shoreline but before he could hit solid ground he was suddenly falling through air. He felt the wind spin him this way and that, knocking any breath from his lungs.

He’d landed in a field, in a rough patch of brittle grass and weeds and felt each scratch as he tumbled.

This place was quiet but it wasn’t calm. The grass and trees that surrounded him buzzed with an eerie hum and Harry was suddenly cold.

He thought at first he had been clothed but now he lay naked in the dropping temperature, goosebumps rising on his shivering skin.

He didn’t much like this place, the trees crowding in on him, reminding him of the ever present suffocation of people.

Harry remembered what it felt like being with Tom. There was no throng of people, no crowds of fans or people looking to him to save the day. No, with Tom he had been alone in a welcoming solitude.

A feeling he remembered having once upon a time with Ron and Hermione.

A sudden onslaught of emotion hit Harry like a wave. His throat felt as if it were on fire, words and cries waiting to explode from deep down inside. He could feel the tears begin to water his eyes, could see a blurry field of dry grass.

Again Harry asked himself, who was he if not something to someone? He felt as if his entire identity could only be tethered to another a person. Who could he be if he were by himself? Would he be good or evil? Would he go crazy or plateaue at mediocrity?

What kind of someone did he want to be to others? To Ron and Hermione? To Tom? Could he be himself or a version, a mask or a good lie?

The buzz surrounding Harry increased in volume, trying its best to drown out the noise within Harry’s own head.

He sat up, shivering as an icy cold chill dripped down his spine, and grabbed his head and lay it in his hands.

“I am alone.” His voice sounded foreign, strained and frustrated.

“You don’t have to be.”

Harry looked up, intrigued by the sudden meledious voice and stopped cold at the sight of the other person.

“Mother.”

Dream Sequence - Future Snippet of The Fall

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hey idk if you are taking promts but if you are can you write about when Malfoy sees harry in Hagrid arms?? or something like that. Btw i really like your writing!!! sorry for my english

I am still taking prompts yes! :3 I just haven’t had any in a while D; (until now :3 thank you!) I hope you enjoy the prompt below! It’s been a bit since I’ve had the short writing bug and I hope I wrote it well! :3

It was a horrific sight.

There he was, limbs dangling over Hagrid’s large arms as attached by string. His face, dirty as the rest of him, devoid of any emotion. His eyes were closed and his skin held a sickening pallor.

Harry simply looked as if he’d fallen asleep somewhere odd and was being brought back to his bed to sleep safely through the night, but no, he wasn’t sleeping.

Draco wasn’t the only one to have their eyes glued on the sight of Harry, on the tears falling unbidden down Hagrid’s face. His heart wasn’t the only one to the drop when quite possibly the worst words he’d ever heard were spoken with a grin and a chuckle from pure evil.

Goosebumps rose on every inch of Draco’s skin as Ginny screamed, as whispers and murmurs surrounded him as he made his way further into the crowd. He could hear the pain, feel every heart break around him just as he could feel his own heart cracking.

The crowd around him formed as Draco watched on, unable to bring himself to look away from Harry. He hadn’t even thought to blink until the familiar sting of tears hit him quite suddenly. His eyes roamed around the crowd opposite him until he saw his mother and father. He could see that Voldemort was talking, yelling even, but he couldn’t hear any of it for his heart was pounding so loudly in his chest he thought everyone around him could hear.

Draco looked back to Harry once more, to the body that lay still and void of fire, of passion.

What could have gone on in the forest? What could Harry have thought he’d accomplish by sacrificing himself? Why did Harry have to be such an idiot as to think he could save the world alone?

Perhaps it was meant to be this way though. Maybe Harry was meant to save the world alone, but what world could there possibly be with the annoying Gryffindor dead at their feet and a tyrant ruling with too much power?

Again, he noticed that Voldemort was speaking but his voice was distant and fuzzy and for a moment Draco couldn’t make much sense of it all.

He heard his father’s voice break through the mournful silence. It was sharp and panicked and not the voice he’d grown up hearing insult him. He looked over at his parents then, at his mother trying her best to show a smile, to reassure Draco that his place was with the two of them.

Draco felt his bottom lip quiver and his mouth suddenly run dry. He couldn’t breathe and anxiety made his hands feel clammy and stiff. He tried to glimpse at Harry once again but when he heard his mother call and watch as all the faces surrounding him look towards him, Draco knew he had to step down and make that horrible walk of shame alone.

He didn’t want to.

No, he wanted to be punished for the things he’d done, for all the things he could have stopped if only he’d had half the bravery of the boy who lived who now lay dead. He didn’t want to leave his spot but his legs moved on their own away from one crowd into another.

Draco couldn’t feel the arms of Voldemort come around him, couldn’t feel the cold wisp of air that flowed through his hair and against his face. He couldn’t even feel the embrace of his mother. All he felt was shame and utter heartbreak. Draco couldn’t bring himself to look anywhere other than his shoes, couldn’t bear to hear Neville be so brave when he couldn’t.

Then the sword had been drawn from the hat and Harry had flopped out from Hagrid’s arm, hitting the ground with a stunning thud.

Draco looked up before the gasps had escaped both crowds. He saw Harry scramble up, saw that he was alive.

Alive!

He was alive and Draco couldn’t stop himself from smiling and rejoicing inside. He gripped his wand and made his decision right then and there, bolting from his mother’s arms to get as close as he could.

“Potter!” Draco yelled, using all his strength he chucked the wand towards Harry and couldn’t help but grin when the other caught it.

Chaos erupted on both sides but Draco didn’t care.

The only one he cared about was running through the broken halls of the school, firing spells with all his might, defending the good, defending what was right.

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The Fall - Chapter 20: The Truth?

The Fall

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Chapters: 20/?

Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Characters: Harry Potter, Voldemort, Draco Malfoy

Additional Tags: Harrymort - Freeform, Harrymort Freeform, Angst, dubcon, Torture, Psychological Torture, horcrux, Eventual Smut, a little bit of AU, Tangent Universe?, The tiniest sprinkle of drarry

Summary: A last minute desperation causes the downfall and kidnapping of Harry Potter. Instead of killing him, Voldemort decides to keep him but why won't he talk to Harry? Why does that bother Harry at all? Alternate route from the Forbidden Forest scene. Rated M for later chapters. Harrymort. A slight bit of Drarry. Torture to come, please be aware.

Chapter 20 is up! Click the link at the very top The Fall to head to the latest chapter now! :3

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Harry let loose a sharp laugh, blood oozing from his nose and just a little from the cut under his eye. Ron held him close, one hand grasping the collar of Harry’s shirt, the other pulling back to deliver another forceful blow.

Hermione and Draco watched from the sidelines, unsure of what to do or say. Harry’s laughter stopped them cold and Hermione had begun to cry again.

Harry laughed again, the blood from his nose pooling in his mouth causing a sickening gurgling noise. Reaching up to grasp Ron’s hand with his good hand, he turned his head to the side and spat out the blood from his mouth. “You’ll what?” He asked, sounding tired and utterly fed up. He turned back to face Ron again and smiled a bloody, toothy grin. “Destroy me?” 

He laughed again, his broken hand dangling down by his side. “Destroy me.” He repeated, this time as a command, a plea. 

Ron dropped him suddenly, shoving him towards the ground. He watched as Harry spiraled out of control, laying bloody and broken on the floor. 

“But you can’t.” Harry laughed again, spitting more blood onto the floor. “You can try, but you’ll fail.” 

Hermione audibly gasped next to Draco, having worked out some puzzle that the other two hadn’t quite grasped yet. 

Ron looked from Hermione to Draco and back to Harry, confused. “What’s that mean?” He asked, waiting for an answer. “Tell me!” He yelled.

The door to the room burst open, a ragged looking man running inside. “It’s him!” He was yelling frantically. All eyes turned towards him, wide and startled and even more confused. “It’s him! We’ve found him! We’ve found Voldemort!”

- Snippet from future chapter of The Fall 

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The Fall - Chapter 19: Quite Possibly a Bad Day

The Fall

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Chapters: 19/?

Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Characters: Harry Potter, Voldemort, Draco Malfoy, Etc

Additional Tags: Harrymort - Freeform, Harrymort Freeform, Angst, dubcon, Torture, Psychological Torture, horcrux, Eventual Smut, a little bit of AU, Tangent Universe?, Eventual Drarry, but also Drarry is minscule

Summary: A last minute desperation causes the downfall and kidnapping of Harry Potter. Instead of killing him, Voldemort decides to keep him but why won't he talk to Harry? Why does that bother Harry at all? Alternate route from the Forbidden Forest scene. Rated M for later chapters. Harrymort. A slight bit of Drarry. Torture to come, please be aware.

Chapter 19 is up! Check it out by clicking the link at the very top “The Fall”! :3

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“I am the long road, the endless sky, the impossible darkness. 

I am the way God made me!

I can’t be anyone else.”

- Snippet from future Samifer fic

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The Fall - Ch 18 - Rude Awakenings Make for An Annoying Day

It would be some time before Harry woke. While he slept, he dreamt of other things.

He was no longer in the stuffy house with people from his past, no, now he was back in the stone tower, listening calmly to the sounds of the waves crashing up against it.

The balcony was the same as he remembered, only when once it was an escape for Harry from the horrors of his new life, now it played as an escape from the unfamiliarity of a life he once lived.

Here Harry sat, arms resting lightly on his drawn up knees. The wind blew his hair to and fro and he could feel a bit of the ocean spray on his face. It was morning here, the sun rising behind the tower. The part of the sky he could see still held a bit of its purple nightly hue.

It was peaceful here and Harry wished he could stay forever. It had been so long since he’d had a dream that didn’t provoke dangerous thoughts or lead to seeing things that spoke the terrible truth.

There were no mirrors here to remind him of the man he was becoming, far from the man he thought he’d be by now. Though he felt a sense of shame, he felt a longing much stronger overthrow it.

He couldn’t have been away for more than a year but in that time he’d learned to pine for things he never thought he’d want, for a person he never thought he could feel this way towards.

Harry felt so much older than he was, tired and exhausted and very very sad.

Maybe in time he’d get over the separation, maybe even learn to love those familiar people again. Could he be so shallow as to be molded purely by who he surrounded himself with?

Harry wondered how Tom was fairing, if he was safe and unharmed.

Harry wondered if he’d ever see Tom again.

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The Fall - Chapter 18: Rude Awakenings Make for an Annoying Day

The Fall

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Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Summary: A last minute desperation causes the downfall and kidnapping of Harry Potter. Instead of killing him, Voldemort decides to keep him but why won't he talk to Harry? Why does that bother Harry at all? Alternate route from the Forbidden Forest scene. Rated M for later chapters. Harrymort. A slight bit of Drarry. Torture to come, please be aware.

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What first drew you to your favorite pairings?

That’s a tough one haha, while I fell in love with pairings canon or not, first in highschool, I feel like it was more superficial back then. Most of the pairings I liked were the forbidden romance types and I think that’s more appealing when you’re younger, to me especially because I was at a time in my life where I was wondering about my sexuality.

Now it’s about the progression of a character or a relationship. I’ve noticed with my writing now it’s less about hushed whispers and stealing kisses to what happens when they recognize these feelings and somewhere down the road how is that relationship doing.

One of my favs, Harrymort, is not so much that it’s forbidden desire, it’s more about the telling of Harry’s progression as a character, or de-progression.

My other big favorite, Spirk, is about the closeness of two characters and how over time it can progress from friendship to true love.

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Hey do you know any harrymort reincarnation au?

I don’t actually D; I’m sorry, I usually don’t read AU’s unless it’s like a tangent timeline from canon D;

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I am so bored I am literally unmotivated to do anything. Ask box is open if anyone wants to chat/ask me something!