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Ginny had only recently learned to let this happen. It was like Quidditch and cooking and maybe the rest of her life… Ginny had made herself safe only by holding tight.
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Carson runs into Lupe during the off-season. Stuff finally happens.
--“You’re my pitcher.” She’s not sure it means what she wants it to mean. Lupe softens, though, and smiles.
“Yeah, so. Catch.”
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how you kept me warm by basketofnovas (slashmarks) for webofdreams89
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
17 Apr 2021
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Fleur and Tonks steal a few minutes between an Order meeting and guard duty.
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Very deliberately, she lets her ankle drop from her knee. Legs parting, showing a flash of pale thigh and the shadowy dip where her bloomers part from her skin.
“Huh,” Lupe says.
Bookmarked by leftsidedown
28 Nov 2022
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Jess’ fingers drum against her knee. Right there where a livid bruise is turning the whole hairy, scuffed up thing technicolour. Blue and yellow and purple and brown: the palette of a dozen bruises all laid up over each other. She hits the ground hard when she hits it, or not at all. It’s one of the things Lupe respects the most about her.
Just to be a dick, she nudges a knuckle against the bruise. Grins and snatches her hand back when Jess makes a noise of pain, and grabs for her. Her fingers miss by millimetres: Lupe feels the grazing heat of her touch when she reels her arm in, laughing, cradling her hand against her chest as Jess grits out, “Hurts, asshole.”
They both hurt, all over. It’s the name of the proverbial game. Besides, the corner of Jess’ mouth keeps tugging. She keeps sinking those overlarge teeth into the plush shape of her lower lip to keep her smile contained. She’s not that fucking mad. Lupe grins at her, lazily. Mutters, “Yeah, that’s the point.”
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twilight lovers by Who Shot AR (akerwis)
Fandoms: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin
01 Mar 2011
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