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    Draco can think of only one way to outclass his pleat-front-khaki-wearing politician ex, and that’s by making headlines with an obvious upgrade. And who better to upstage the cheating bastard than the Saviour of the World, Harry Potter himself? Sure, Potter is a little rough around the edges in ripped jeans, a rumpled tartan shirt, and a permanent scowl. Draco reckons a haircut and a shave wouldn’t hurt, either. But Potter is also in need of a Healer willing to keep his secrets, and Draco is just the man for the job. It’s a perfectly reasonable exchange. They need only attend a couple parties arm-in-arm, smile nicely for the paparazzi, and tolerate each other long enough to convince everyone they’re smitten. In return, Draco will keep Potter alive and in one piece.

    But it isn’t long before Draco realises he might be in over his head, because Potter is ten tonnes of trouble packed into a leather jacket, and seems keen on hurtling himself towards death on the back of a flying motorbike. And that says nothing of Potter’s penchant for fire-breathing beasts and things that bite.

    Ah well, at least they’ll have some fun while it lasts. After all, Draco always did like a bit of danger.

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    “What is that?”
    Thorin follows his gaze. “Oh, that. During the fight with Azog he stabbed me through the foot from beneath the ice.”
    “He did what?!” Bilbo near yelps, and sure enough, now that he looks closer he can see where Azog’s blade must have pierced the top of the boot. Valar above, it had cleaved straight through. “Thorin, why in Eru’s name hasn’t this been looked at?”
    Thorin stares at him like he had forgotten Bilbo was an idiot. “I expect Óin had more pressing matters to attend to. Like, I suppose, the mortal stab wound in my chest.”
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    Or, where some things get lost in translation, courting mishaps have the whole kingdom losing their minds, and simple acts of kindness and love can go a long way.

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    Cloud has worn a dress all of one time in his entire life. Unfortunately, he does so on the only day of the Valentine’s Ceremonies that the palace guards actually grow desperate enough to nab somebody right off the streets, hoping to present a chosen consort to the princesses by the deadline.

    That person just so happens to be Cloud.

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    15 Sep 2021

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    It's the alcohol that makes Aerith joke about how cute Cloud's butt is. It's Cloud's blushing that makes her say what she'd like to do to his cute butt. And it's Tifa's giggle when she says, "What I wouldn't give to see that," that makes Aerith remember the conversation in the morning.

    She thinks maybe it was one of those times where alcohol revealed the truth, and she usually has a good sense for people. Especially her friends, who she cares about so much.

    The world is probably ending, or if it isn’t, it’s going to take so much out of them, out of her— Well, the point is, if the world’s ending, there’s no time to waste and nothing else worth being afraid of. So she brings it up again when they're sober.

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    14 Sep 2021

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    Aerith giggles, probably feeling his dick strain against her thigh. “Oh, he likes that!”

    “Oh, so he’s into manhandling, huh?”

    Aerith’s grin is wicked. “More like woman-handling.”

    Tifa cheers. They high five over his head. “I cannot believe I’m letting either of you fuck me.” Cloud sighs.

    Or; Tifa and Aerith wear Cloud's fatigues, doll him up, and then spitroast him into oblivion.

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    14 Sep 2021