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    “I need you.”

    Will’s expression grows more stunned. “What?” he breathes, voice barely above a whisper.

    His instincts tell him to take it all back, but the way that Will’s looking at him with those sorrowful, questioning eyes weakens him. And he’s been stupid for many, many years, so what’s a little more stupidity?

    aka a s5 speculatory mike wheeler-centric fic about his internalised homophobia and a lot of moments where he's not so clever about his feelings with will

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    31 Dec 2025

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    Sometimes Mike wishes it had been him—wishes it had been him that rode away from Will’s house, been captured by an eldritch monster and taken to another dimension. Wishes it’s him that’s dealing with all this consuming pain instead of Will, because he can take it. If he could take it all from Will, he would. He would a million times. 

    He also wishes Will would just know without him having to say it.

    oh my god !!!!?!

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    Fíli is five when his father drowns in one of the River Lune's terrible floods, and has narrowly escaped death himself. Distraught, lost, furious and afraid, Fíli struggles with loss, guilt and grief – and slowly begins to get closer to his stern, closed-off and unfamiliar uncle.
    A small triptych for Christmas time.

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    03 Sep 2025

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    They breathe quietly for a while, and then Fíli shifts, slightly, until his face rests straight above Thorin's heart. He listens to the soft, regular thud for a long, long time, and then he says:

     

    “In your chest… There are things you could not leave behind in your house. I think… that most of these things are not yours. That you are their keeper. And that, one day… perhaps, you will show me.”

     

    Thorin's heart is thudding so fast now that Fíli knows. It is strange, how good he is becoming at guessing what his uncle thinks, and the way he feels. For example, now, Thorin is swallowing very hard, and Fíli knows that he is fighting back tears.

     

    hey I'm. what. huh. yeah okay. what.

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    As a conservator of rare oil paintings for The Met, Steve Rogers thinks of himself part scientist, part archaeologist, but hardly an artist in his own right. Only when he’s faced with the daunting task of restoring a frozen painting from a recently unearthed Nazi art hoard does he start to feel his passion for the craft return. Before he has a chance to understand what that means, Steve is transported to the 1940’s, where he meets both The Winter Soldier himself, and his own destiny.

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    21 Jun 2025

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    Steve pokes his nose into his washer before he leaves, finally remembers to check his pockets before he loads it up with detergent and lets it go while he’s at work. He rescues a few coins and his keys (so that’s where they went), plus finds a slip of paper in his jean’s pocket. It’s too stiff to be a receipt, and he pauses with an odd feeling of deja vu when he turns it over to find the words Fresco’s and Dancing To Nite stamped on the cover in scrawling calligraphy. Inside are numbered lines, each one preceded with the names of familiar dances. Waltz, foxtrot, two-step and more, all of them blank until Steve gets to Lindy Hop on line seventeen, with the name ‘Bucky’ scratched into place in pencil.

    “Huh,” Steve says again, turning the card over to find it has a blank back and no other discerning features. “Who the hell is Bucky...”

    The name doesn’t ring a bell.

    OH i'm losing my mind. going insane you might say.

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    Bucky's dog tags were folded in the crease of the paper he'd torn from his journal, reading: "Steve, here. You have them, if you want them. You have me, if you want me. I’ve never tried loving a man before but for you I’ve run headfirst into wars and Death’s wide, gaping jaws, so this is easy in comparison. This is like breathing."

     


    It was so dark when Bucky handed him the note, the fire just burning out, and he glanced back only once to see Steve watching him as he walked away.

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    19 Jun 2025

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    So, take my tags, and I’ll take yours, and if I die in this shitty fucking war, don’t tell them we switched; let me be buried under your name – and some fifty years from now, you can be buried under mine.

    jesus h christ

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    When Arthur is badly wounded during an inexplicable attack by a magical creature, Merlin must make sure he lives long enough to make it back to Camelot. But that's easier said than done, especially with uncomfortable truths swirling just out of sight.

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    11 May 2025

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    “Merlin.” That was all he could manage at the moment, but Merlin grinned, wide and bright.

    “Shut up?” He laughed and the sound sunk into Arthur’s muscles and fizzed there.

    “No.”

    Arthur could tell Merlin was relieved. He wanted to put Merlin at ease. And he needed…

    “Keep talking.”

    hey. so hey. what.