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    They still have hours left to drive, and Seungho is bored. Nakyum seems to be enjoying himself, humming quietly and looking out the window. He bought himself a comically large soda the last time they stopped for gas, and he’s starting to squirm slightly in his seat.

    Oh.

    Seungho can work with this.

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    28 Aug 2021

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    Nakyum looks like he is about to argue, so Seungho slams the door behind him. He clicks his keys and locks the car doors with a beep beep. It’s not like it would actually keep Nakyum in the car — if he really wanted to, he could just open the door — but he’s always been a bit helpless when it comes to Seungho. Highly suggestible.

  2. Public Bookmark 46

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    "If it weren’t for destiny, would you even… care for me?”

    Geralt had been silent for a while. When they first met, she repeated herself often, certain that he didn’t hear her, that her voice was too meek, too frail. She hadn’t truly known how keen a witcher’s senses were, how she could have whispered to him from outside the gates and he still would have heard her. Now she knows that his silences are moments of contemplation, and she lets him have them. Even if they do frustrate her.

    “I didn’t think I would,” he had finally answered, not looking up as he patted Roach’s side. “Not until I met you. It was destiny that brought us together, Cirilla, but you have a power all your own. It is… I do. Care for you.”

    or, Ciri develops her own ideas about being Geralt's Child Surprise.

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    15 Aug 2021

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    They ride for most of the day, stopping once near a field of wildflowers before Ciri even asks, Geralt gamely gesturing for her to go on, get it over with, and she leaps from the saddle with a laugh. He makes himself busy feeding Roach some carrots as she races through the field, the sun warming her skin, grabbing handfuls of flowers by the stem and ripping them from the root.

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    Louis knows it's obvious to every beast within a ten foot radius that he is going to into heat. What's worse is that those beasts happen to be back-alley sellers who are all carnivores.

    In one word he is: fucked.

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    29 Jul 2021

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    He tries to turn his neck; tries to do anything that could be seen as self-serving. Something that would prove his line really had a reason for besting the Darwinian game for so many centuries. Instead his body pushes back against Legosi, his thighs pressed into Legosi's unbuckled pants. The metal of his belt is cool and for a moment it's an oasis in a fire of never-subsiding lust.

    "Just fucking do it." Louis grits and Legosi makes a rough sound right next to his ear, body heavy and lumbering over Louis' comparatively—almost laughably—tiny body.

  4. Public Bookmark 25

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    There she was, back where she had started, without being any poorer for it. On the plane she had no way of knowing her good fortune yet, but when she finally gave up on reading and abandoned her book to look out the window, into the stillness of the blue sky above the clouds, she felt an unexpected surety suffuse her body like the warmth of the sun: there were gains too, amidst the losses.

    Earlier that year she would have looked back on that way of thinking and called it naive. Now, surrounded by reminders of who she had been and still was, even, she was more inclined to call it optimistic, or at the very least say ‘naive’ with less derision, thinking with newfound tenderness not of herself at that age but of Akizuki’s filleting gaze, his demands that she treat him with the same derision, for believing and for striving and for trusting her with his dreams. He deserved better than that, was what she had wanted—no, what she had needed to tell him before she left. That which could not go unsaid, the immutable truth underlying it all. It was what she owed him. It was what she owed herself.

     

    Yukino Yukari, returning home.

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    27 Jul 2021

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    Often her thoughts had reached back to the rainy afternoon they had spent together in her old apartment, and nearly as often she had imagined him here, in this apartment. Cooking while she ironed the moisture out of his clothes, as they had done that day, but beyond that and the meals they could eat together—talking and laughing over the homemade food—her thoughts had traced out the space he would take, for the workshop he mentioned so often in his letters. The space he would occupy on the couch next to her, as she read. Whether she would read aloud for him to hear the tanka or passage she was reading; if he would let her into his workshop, to see what kind of project he was working on. In the end they were but idle thoughts that had little bearing on her circumstances, but they had, in their own small way, made living there easier when times were difficult.

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    He wonders if Lio remembers.

    Galo hopes he doesn’t. He also hopes that he does.

    (Their love story is a little different, and that's okay.)

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    03 Jun 2021

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    “You are too beautiful,” Lio says. Galo gapes dumbly, because he really feels like that should be his line, but Lio decides to wreck his world all over again. “I like you, Galo.”

    His brain explodes. Ka-Boom! Right out of his ears.

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    “Yeah, I’m into you busting over my fingers. Get over it.”

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