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1895, London. Wilde has been convicted. Edwin Payne invites his friend and housemate Charles Rowland to escape to Paris.
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- Part 10 of Not Orpheus and Eurydice
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i get weak and fall like a teenager (why does god keep bringing me back to you?) by pereznhoward
Fandoms: Wicked (Movie 2024)
19 Dec 2024
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Glinda’s surprised at her honesty, nodding her head as she pressed her chest against the other girl’s, her own eyes flicking down to her lips, “Well if you’re really curious, I retaliated because Pfannee and ShenShen said you liked me. Now I ask you, do you?”
Of course they would plant that idea in her head. It was a very wrong idea, at least at the time. But now, maybe they had a point.
“I didn’t like you then,” she admits, finally letting go of the book and the towel as bravery courses through her, ignoring the way it thumps and splays out on the carpeted floor. Her hand was now on the shorter girl’s waist, pulling her impossibly close, “Now I’m holding everything back to not kiss you.”
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Elphaba and Glinda take their loathing to flirting.
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21 Dec 2024
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Edwin and Charles try very hard to preheat Crystal's oven.
(or: christmas, family, and cookies.)
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“Okay.” Charles laughs, breathy, and his eyes twinkle when he says, “I’ll be good.”
A heat rises below the collar of Edwin’s shirt. Behind the tinted windshield, the waves crash on the shore.
(Charles becomes a constant in Edwin's life.)
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- Part 3 of Honey, are you coming?
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Ghosts cannot feel cold, but Charles is shivering, so hard it would be sending ripples out through the water if he were corporeal. Ghosts cannot get wet, either, but Charles is positively drenched, glistening curls sticking to his forehead and sending rivulets down his unsettlingly grey face. His deep brown eyes are wide, but not in the lovely, doe-gazed way that so often sends Edwin’s undead heart into a tailspin. Instead, they are wide in the way of a deer in the headlights; stock still in the face of oncoming terror. Paralyzed, not in the present, but in some past memory of dread—so consuming it blots out everything else.
“Charles? What’s wrong?” Edwin asks. Yet even before the question has left his mouth, he already knows.
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A trap orchestrated by a deceased wizard drops the boys into the middle of the ocean, and Charles’s fear of water makes an appearance.