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    The thing about plastic chairs is that they weren't a great substitute for an actual bed; the other thing is, Robert can't exactly afford to be picky and even if he 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 the internal debate is still ongoing as to whether or not he deserves a mattress at this current point in his life.

    So, the plastic chair stays and is staying for the foreseeable future. Besides, it's charming - in a depressing, minimalism-that-is-totally-not-a-reflection-of-his-inner-sense-of-worth way.

     
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    The fic where Robert has chronic pain and Flambae has warm hands. The two of them will figure out what to do about that eventually, right?

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    The eyes are the windows of the soul, he remembers the popular saying. It's just ironic that his current body got everything right about his soul except for his eyes.

    … He supposes the patchwork skin is a stark difference too, but, eh, details.

    (OR: a human soul is reincarnated as Mahito; this confuses everyone. A Mahito self-insert.)

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    There is a krayt dragon that lurks within Anakin's skin, and time and time again it demands attention. It demands to be seen and touched and loved in ways that it should not.

    His palms itch with the urge to touch. To feel skin against his skin in a way that isn’t meant to hurt. He’s always getting hurt now, whether it’s normal wear and tear in battles or if he’s going toe to toe with Ventress again and gets a kick to the face. Anakin just wants touch that doesn’t hurt.

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    Rex notices things. That’s his job.

    He notices the way that the general will lurk outside of the medbay, like a puppy kicked out of the dining hall, until the commander comes out. He notices the way that the general’s hands reach out, as if to touch and skim along whatever body part was hurt on his apprentice, only to retract at something she tells him.

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    “Oh, fuck that,” Emmit says. “Some crazy hunter cult has taken over that place, you couldn’t pay me to set foot in that hell hole.”

    Theo snorts. “Whatever’s happening, I’d bet on the McCall pack.”

    “I wouldn’t,” Emmit says. “Apparently the cult kidnapped one of the betas, and—“

    He cuts off, yelping, as Theo reaches forward and hauls him over the desk. He stares up at Theo, wide-eyed, as Theo twists his fingers just that much harder in his collar, and asks, sweet, “What beta?”

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    "You're my fucking soulmate?" He shouts in disbelief.

    "I am not!" Ethan responds immediately and vehemently.

     
    or: this started out as a joke then got really sincere. idk who i am anymore.

     

    edit 5/23: now with 2 additional chapters! thank you for being so supportive of what was supposed to be a random one shot 🥰

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