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Niall writes to Ruben. Ruben does not write back.
Bookmarked by eeemcr
13 Jun 2026
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i am haunted by the letters of your name - evilhagwoman
Niall writes to Ruben. Ruben does not write back.
At least I don’t have to explain mysterious letters turning up on our doorstep. Maybe it’s better that you never reply.
gutwrenching pero lindo, confirmo que adoro los fics epistolares tho
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victory over the sun (if we hold on there is a victory over the sun) by iskarieot
Fandoms: Half Man (TV 2026)
29 May 2026
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It cost him almost nothing to walk through that door, to let Ruben shut it firmly, to let him entomb them both.
Bookmarked by eeemcr
31 May 2026
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victory over the sun (if we hold on there is a victory over the sun) - iskarieot
It cost him almost nothing to walk through that door, to let Ruben shut it firmly, to let him entomb them both.
Torrential, cascading relief - taking a breath for the first time in years, tasting crystalline air; sharp, cutting, all brine and salt. The sea.
Purifying, like being cleaved in two; leaving all the rotten, deadened parts of yourself behind. Carrion to feed to the inexhaustible, boundless waves.
Brutalisation of the self as the final form of freedom.
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Thinks about diverging lives and changing the past, about rewriting you own story; thinks about their childhood bedroom, the sun and the dust, the look in his eyes, thinks about kissing him there.
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Thinks about love, and then nothing at all.
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Even now, looking half dead and like he was going to piss himself, Niall Kennedy was fuckin’ gorgeous.
It would be easy for Ruben in a way. To give in to his baser urges and let himself fully harden in his jeans. Wouldn’t be the first time he had for his brother from another lover.
Probably won’t be the last either.
He could slide his hands down that slight, wiry body, grip those bony hips, and grind up against him in a facsimile of fucking.
Facsimile. Christ. Mr. Oxford Uni/Published Author would definitely pop a stauner at that one.
Ruben could crawl on top of him, hold him down, sink his teeth into his neck, and writhe against every inch of him, feel his warm, soft skin on his, and grip his stiff cock in his tight fist.
Shit, it was all he had wanted since Niall's first time with Mona. Though he couldn’t let himself admit it back then.
And still wouldn’t now.
Bookmarked by eeemcr
31 May 2026
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Tèarmann Bhràithrean - cortexikid
Even now, looking half dead and like he was going to piss himself, Niall Kennedy was fuckin’ gorgeous.
It would be easy for Ruben in a way. To give in to his baser urges and let himself fully harden in his jeans. Wouldn’t be the first time he had for his brother from another lover.
Probably won’t be the last either.
He could slide his hands down that slight, wiry body, grip those bony hips, and grind up against him in a facsimile of fucking.
Facsimile. Christ. Mr. Oxford Uni/Published Author would definitely pop a stauner at that one.
Ruben could crawl on top of him, hold him down, sink his teeth into his neck, and writhe against every inch of him, feel his warm, soft skin on his, and grip his stiff cock in his tight fist.
Shit, it was all he had wanted since Niall's first time with Mona. Though he couldn’t let himself admit it back then.
And still wouldn’t now.
“There’s a lad,” Ruben murmured into the sliver of space between Niall’s neck and his lips as if he was the one who needed calming.
“F-Fuck,” Niall choked, and yeah, he always needed fucking calming. That hadn’t changed. “Fuck, Ruben.”
His hold on him tightened, just a tiny bit at the sound of his name leaving Niall’s mouth like a curse and a prayer.
(That hadn’t changed either.)
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He thought about that room all the time.
He hadn't known it then, but it was the closest thing he'd ever have to a sanctuary.
(Still was.)
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And now, here he was. Back in the sanctuary of Niall Kennedy’s arms.
Again.
Like if coming home to his childhood room were a person.
coño pana TODO es TRISTEZA Y DOLOR, el duelo es real porque estoy completamente INCONSOLABLE
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"It's my brother's wedding and I'd like to dance with my brother." Ruben says. As simple as it needs to be.
Bookmarked by eeemcr
26 May 2026
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pangs of despised love - LazyBaker
"It's my brother's wedding and I'd like to dance with my brother." Ruben says. As simple as it needs to be.
His neck fucking hurts.
There are those blue eyes.
"Ready?" Ruben says rubbing a small circle into that tender spot.
He's rushed headlong into things without a thought for so long because thinking tends to lead to romanticizing walking in front of a bus.
“Why - ,” Niall scrapes his nails on Ruben’s shoulder, the leather is soft, “Why are you dressed like the cover of my book?”
Ruben’s face cracks into a bright grin, blinding laughter pours out of him in a manic burst that catches the both of them off guard and shoves Niall in front of that bus.
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Fifteen or thirty-two, Niall’s a wiry heap of fried-nerves.
Bookmarked by eeemcr
24 May 2026
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14 Years 7 Months 23 Days - LazyBaker
Fifteen or thirty-two, Niall’s a wiry heap of fried-nerves.
“Petite thing, aren’t you?”
“Oh, fuck off, Ruben.” Niall says without heat. Raspy from yelling. Veins still pulsing in his temple. Flushed in the face and only growing redder. With a slight bite, Niall adds, “You’re a damned bear. Every bastard is petite to you.”
🚬🚬🚬 no notes just fucking perfect god bless this fandom