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"Du machst es schon wieder." Chongyuns Stimme unterbricht seinen Gedankengang mit einem selbstgefälligen Lächeln auf dem Gesicht und Xingqiu, ein wenig benommen, öffnet seinen Mund, bevor er ihn wieder schließt wie ein Fisch, unsicher, was er meint.
"W-was mache ich?", bringt er heraus, bevor Chongyun seine Stirn gegen Xingqius lehnt und seinen Griff an den Handgelenken leicht lockert. Der Junge unter ihm macht allerdings keine Anstalten, sich zu bewegen.
"Du starrst mich an. Naja, meine Lippen genauer gesagt."
[ das hier ist eine übersetzung von "love language" von "chongyuns", ich habe es lediglich in's deutsche übersetzt und mir die geschichte nicht selber ausgedacht = sie gehört mir nicht! ]
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cause misery loves company by emiraysia
Fandoms: 終わりのセラフ | Owari no Seraph | Seraph of the End
29 Aug 2021
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In a world full of death and fear, two young men find comfort in each other and try to live with the guilt of it all. -
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harry is nervous about competing in the triwizard tournament. ron is trying to calm him down (and lowkey just as nervous as harry)
lower case intended; if you don't like that, don't read this fanfic, thank you
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“You’re pretty, and I like pretty boys.” Lando smiled lazily, and Oscar didn’t fail to notice how close their faces are, the older boy’s eyes soft and full of affection as his breath hits the younger one’s face.
“I like you, Osc.”
Oscar’s world tilted as Lando’s words hung in the air, sweet and devastating all at once. But before he could say anything—before he could even process what had just happened—Lando’s slumped against him, passed out cold.
Oscar sat there, frozen, staring down at the boy who had just wrecked his entire world and fixed it all at once.
What the actual fuck was that.
Or: Lando keeps confessing his love for Oscar, but only when he' s drunk.
Oscar, who doesn't know if it's real or not, has been waiting for him to say it sober.
But he never does. Or does he?
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Sebastian Vettel did not consider himself to be an impulsive man. He was fast on track, fast with his quips in the media pens, but he was not impulsive. His decisions were calculated and precise, they were just made faster than one would expect. But there always seemed to be an exception to this trait of his.
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5 times Sebastian wanted to kiss Lewis, and 1 time Lewis kissed Sebastian.
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When James wakes up, his head is pounding. He can’t remember drinking anything, but supposes he must have because it feels like he’s been hit square between the eyes with a bludger. He’s never been one to get hungover, but he knows this is what it’s supposed to feel like. Although, come to think of it, he doesn’t remember celebrating their victory on the pitch, isn’t completely sure they had one at all. The last thing he remembers is turning to look to the stands, revelling in the roars of his fellow Gryffindors, certain that they were going to beat Hufflepuff. Then, he turned and… was hit square between the eyes with a bludger.
Now he’s stuck in the hospital wing, and the bed next to his is occupied by none other than Regulus Black.
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21 Mar 2023
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hearts formed by solicitude and desolation by rainsoughtflowers
Fandoms: Alice in Borderland, aib, 今際の国のアリス | Imawa no Kuni no Alice | Alice in Borderland (TV)
27 Feb 2025
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“you’re the only heart i want to learn more about.”
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08 Jan 2023
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nothing left (but some blood where the body fell) by orphan_account
Fandom Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
27 Mar 2022
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this countryside's burnin' with wolfmen fairies dressed in drag for homicide / they hit and run, plead sanctuary, 'neath the holy stone they hide / they're breakin' beams and crosses with a spastic's reelin' perfection / nuns run bald through Vatican halls pregnant, pleadin' immaculate conception / and everybody's wrecked on Main Street from drinking unholy blood / sticker smiles sweet as gunner breathes deep, his ankles caked in mud.
- lost in the flood, bruce springsteen
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30 Dec 2022