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we could jump in the ocean and sink like stones by warmth
Fandoms: Avatar: The Last Airbender
26 Aug 2015
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Aang has known Zuko for a hundred and eighteen years. He has known him in death and ice and love.
“A fully realized soulbond,” Zuko murmurs, “me and you.”
"You and me," Aang replies, smiling weakly.
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if it's meant to be then it will be (i forgive it all as it comes back to me) by alastaircarstairs
Fandoms: The Last Kingdom (TV)
28 Apr 2023
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"There are times when Ingilmundr is almost able to forget that he’s a traitor. Times when his betrayal feels like a knife more likely to be aimed at his family instead of at the man under him."
or: god loves you. but not enough to save you.
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— Планируешь казнить меня по приезде в Уэссекс? — наконец прервал молчание стоящий около узкого окна Ингильмундр.
— Нет, — со всем спокойствием ответил Этельстан и нервно сжал пальцы в кулак. Последние дни он был не в себе от нескончаемых гнетущих мыслей. Он устал, смертельно устал. Он лишь хотел, чтобы этот разговор закончился и еще одна песчинка упала в пропасть между ними, отгоняя тени прошлого. -
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Max stared at Charles’ closed eyes and how they twitched in his sleep. Objectively, Max knew that Charles was probably the most beautiful man he had ever seen. But... this was Charles.
Charles Leclerc.
Big, cry-baby Charles.
Sauber #2 driver Charles.
When did he decide that Charles The Driver would become Charles The Boyfriend?
He wishes he could remember.
OR: The self-indulgent Amnesia AU that nobody asked for. This is my love story to Charles Leclerc, thank you for coming along. Warning: this fic may break you.
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“You okay?” Mike asks him.
Will turns to look at Mike. The light of the TV is projected on the side of his face, bathing his skin in greens and oranges. Sometimes Will feels like the secret to digging himself out of the wreckage of his childhood is hidden in Mike. There are days when the only thing that can dull the sharp pressure of grief in his ribs is Mike’s presence at his side; steady, thrumming. Will knows the day when he will have to detach himself is coming fast, but here in this basement, where nothing has changed in over a decade, time seems to have come to a screeching halt. It’s just the two of them, sat in the last place they were innocent together.
“Yeah,” Will whispers, “I’m okay.”
or; The Party's senior year of high school, in ebbs and flows.