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The body of a Prince was not like anyone’s. His hand only ever held others in a firm handshake, and rarely without gloves. Sometimes he would raise the delicate hands of noble ladies to his lips for a brief kiss, but it was all out of propriety. He rarely touched others, but what was even rarer was others touching him. The only ones who dared were his knights, and even they only smacked his shoulder or patted his back in friendly roughhousing. Gripping each other’s arms before battle was the most heartfelt touch they exchanged. Lingering soft touches were not done. Any lingering touch on his person could be interpreted as political movements. After all, Arthur’s body wasn’t his own. It never had been. He was Camelot’s first and foremost. Even above his own needs and wants.
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21 Jun 2025
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out of sight (come alive) by shashashark
Fandoms: Agatha All Along (TV), WandaVision (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe
08 Sep 2024
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It’s one thing to wake up from a distorted spell and discover she's now living as some normal townie with an unfortunate fashion sense.
It's another thing to have her former wife casually stroll through the doorway, a dagger on her hips, and a look on her face that promised trouble.
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26 Sep 2024
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let me name the stars for you by procrastinatingbookworm
Fandoms: Hades (Video Game 2018)
08 Feb 2021
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“Beloved,” Patroclus interrupts, and the word is a blow to his chest and a breath of fresh air at once. “I forgive you. I’ve long since forgiven you. I didn’t tell you to risk it all so we could exchange sorrows.”
Patroclus and Achilles reunite.
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Mark's eyes flutter open, and he scoots himself up further against the headboard. With a pull at his collar, he tugs his shirt off, making Donghyuck suck in a short breath.
Oh, he's going to fucking lose it.
"C'mere, already," Mark lifts his arm. "Yes, I want to cuddle. Why are you being weird?"
Gnawing on his bottom lip harder than ever, Donghyuck kicks his shoes off, nearly stumbling back over to the bed as he stares at Mark's bare chest, lifting the covers slowly.
Donghyuck doesn't think it's weird, no, not really... he's just never really cuddled with Mark.... alone.
Sure, he's cuddled up to Mark playfully in front of their friends, in front of cameras, or even when he's sleepy, but never in a comfortable and dark room—never just the two of them.
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15 Mar 2022
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Mark’s lips pull up at the corners, too, but for a different reason. “Teach me?”
“Yeah,” Donghyuck nods, leaning in to kiss Mark’s cheek. His lips stay pillowed there for a beat too long, like he’s committing the feel to memory, before drawing back and running a thumb over the chapstick-tacky skin. His eyes meet Mark’s, teasing just as much as they are serious. “I can teach you how to touch me.”
(Mark could navigate Donghyuck blind, but he supposes a set of whispered instructions in his ear wouldn’t hurt.)
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01 Dec 2021