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Vein kisses him the same way that he slings an arm around his shoulder and the same way he reaches out to hit him in a spar, to press on a bruise: easy and not with romance, but as if grounding something wandering away. As if filling something cold and empty up with dry kindling and a spark. Liu Xiao leans into each touch identically.
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- Part 2 of city's on fire
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18 Dec 2025
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positioning his physical needs as another piece on the chessboard…!!!!
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my heart's a ghost limb reaching / starburned and unkissed by lanternglass for bloomingsite
Fandoms: 时光代理人 | Link Click (Cartoon)
22 Sep 2025
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There’s something that feels relatively disrespectful in having a sex dream starring your dead boss.
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but your line's bait / so i'm thinking that i'm going to cross it by lanternglass for yuudoufu
Fandoms: 时光代理人 | Link Click (Cartoon)
21 Oct 2025
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Xia Fei—years from the child that had smiled at him (bright; truthful; performance-that-isn’t-performance and an unhesitating heartbeat) and offered his name as Felix—has sharp, mistrustful eyes and enough want to fill up a room.
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& despair has the knife at your throat, but hope will kill you first by sunslants
Fandoms: 时光代理人 | Link Click (Cartoon)
26 Sep 2023
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“So you lied to me,” said Cheng Xiaoshi. To that Lu Guang could say nothing—he only looked away, pained. Cheng Xiaoshi felt sick. He didn’t know whether he needed to sit down or throw up, or beat his fists bloody against Lu Guang’s silence.
The worst part was that he had started to come around to it, near the end. Maybe the past didn’t need to be changed; maybe everyone who was dead was already gone, maybe everything was done and past. He’d met the ghosts, he’d carried the messages. It was supposed to be enough. But all this time…
Or: Cheng Xiaoshi finds out.
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“I’m in love with you,” Aki says tonelessly, tapping his cigarette out. He lets it fall to the sidewalk, turning away before it hits the ground.
“Oh,” Angel says, just as tonelessly. “That’s fucking tragic, Hayakawa.”