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"Tatsuya, thank you for everything"
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At the beginning: "Hmm... he's a good, tired, sweaty but cute as hell FBI special agent who can't sleep because of nightmares connected to his work".
Very soon later: "Oh crap, his life is falling apart at such a rate..."
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"Oh, would you still offer your embrace
If it's another place you'd find me in?
If it's ours and ours to use
How can we refuse a cease of fire?
Between your heart and mine
Well I'll surrender first tonight
In your false withdrawal
You'll have me rise, you'll have me fall
I won't be worthy of this fight
In your feigned retreat
I'll follow blindly in defeat
I've given my heart to you
You know its ways."
"Chambers" by Tamino 🌠
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it’s not just that guan shan kissed him, it’s the fact that he was so overwhelmed by he tian in general that he felt he had no choice but to grab him and drag him to his bedroom so he could have him to himself for just a moment, just a precious second, and yes his mother saw them leaving the kitchen together but that doesn’t matter because guan shan gets to have he tian for just a precious second after the shitstorm that has been the last couple of days — and he tian lets him because, well, of course he does and because he’d risk it all before he wouldn’t let guan shan have him in all the ways he so desperately wants him even if it’s new to them and doesn’t come easily or naturally. and that’s. that’s love folks. that’s a wrap. that’s a goddamn fucking wrap.
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après la tombée de la nuit sur murakami, n'est pas si bon, mais il y a certaines choses qui me mettent à l'aise
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tão fofo 🤧
Just these two having a nap (and no, I still don't know how to draw grass nor rocks)
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the immaculate heart of mother mary, silver and jeweled .
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Slut Tom Riddle is so much more fun than "better than all his horny dorm mates" Tom Riddle(he's got more important things to do, obviously) but also Demisexual Tom Riddle who meets Harry (or whoever he's being paired with) and suddenly experiencing lust for the first time and is either freaking out or highly intrigued in an overly scientific manner is the best BUT ALSO slut Tom Riddle who's demiromantic(that's a thing right? Wait a minute. I looked it up. I was right the 1st time. It's a thing) who thought fucking Harry was business as usual until he gets hit with the feelings bus out of nowhere and handles is with as much chill as Hannibal (I almost typed out Graham by accident. Which is extra funny considering i tend to give Will the name change) in Hannibal.
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i was angling at a cute bonding moment and I somehow ended up with whatever this is so,,,
enjoy? <3
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Treason by LissiaMoonstone
Harry Potter [Tom Riddle/Harry Potter] | 5.5k | Complete | Mature | No Archive Warnings Apply
Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern with Magic, Order of the Phoenix (Harry Potter), War with Grindelwald, Battle, Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Betrayal, Protective Tom Riddle, POV Harry Potter
Summary:
Harry has always been able to compartmentalise; to shut off the bleeding parts of himself in order to act quickly, in order to survive. It’s something he had learned young. Something — yet another thing — he had in common with Tom. He’d never expected to have to use it against him.
In a world where Grindelwald is the Dark Lord of the age, a fateful battle rages; a battle that changes Harry forever.
Inspired by wynnebat’s Undoing.
Excerpt:
“Harry,” Tom warns, switching his aim from a catatonic Bellatrix to point straight at Harry’s chest. “Do not go back there.”
Tom speaks in that familiar, commanding tone, as if this isn’t even happening; as if they’re just working on a potion together and Harry is about to throw in wolfsbane. Not as if it’s been twelve months since they last kissed. Not as if he is standing on enemy ground and holding him at wandpoint.
But still, Harry’s reaction to that tone is automatic. He refocuses on them, and then draws in a harsh breath. He takes another step backwards. And then another, back onto the street, nearly stumbling on the kerb. Bellatrix’s eyes have rolled into her head. Nausea rolls in his stomach.
“Harry,” Tom says again, more urgent. “Stop it.”
There’s a tremor in Tom’s voice now, like the ground before an earthquake, and Harry is at a loss as to what causes it. Is it rage? Rage that the Order has felled so many of his fighters; that they have advanced so far? Is it fear? Fear that Harry might blow apart more of his secrets, his plans? That he might take away a vital weapon?
Harry can’t tell. He can’t tell anything about him anymore.
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