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Armand had only ever wanted to be loved, to be handled with gentleness, with hands that sought his pleasure instead of his agony or his wrath. He wanted someone to smooth down the harsh jaggedness of his edges, soften his cut-glass ego with songs of praise and devotion. He wanted to be an altar that someone worshiped at, a vessel for filthy piousness, a giver of absolution if there ever was such a thing. He wanted hot breath and silent conversations and fingers that scratched followed by a tongue that soothed.
He thought he had found something close to it in Louis.
But the self-destructive cycle was always bound to repeat itself. It didn’t matter what his name was, Armand was always going to find himself right back here with blood leaking down the side of his face and an old wound reopening in the center of his chest as Louis walked out of their home, his footsteps echoing long after he had left.
or, the conversation between Armand and Daniel following Louis' departure from the penthouse but before Daniel's turning.
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“Tell me another secret,” Gale whispered, and the entire ballroom and all its inhabitants faded away around him. They disappeared completely along with the music and the chatter. Right now, it was just Gale and Astarion, embracing, hardly swaying. Their faces were so close to each other, and Gale could taste his own want.
Gods, he wanted. He wanted so badly. He’d never wanted anything like this since joining Mystra.
It was such a visceral thing, such a simple thing, and Gale Dekarios tended to stumble in the face of simple, beautiful things.
or, Gale and Astarion are two separate thieves attending Duke Ravenguard's annual ball in the hopes of stealing the same magic artifact.
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Obra de Arte by voidAvon for TheHeatIsOn
Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), QSMP | Quackity SMP, Video Blogging RPF
09 Sep 2023
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“I get it, Cellbo. It’s just… I miss home, man. I miss our routine. I miss simplicity if you can believe that.”
“I’m having trouble,” Cellbit answered playfully, but he was also honest. Roier had been nothing but eager for chaos since Cellbit had known him. He was all fast cars and loud laughter and wind through his hair. He was late nights and bright lights and pounding pulses. It was the thing that Cellbit had fallen in love with all those years ago, but now that he’d worked with Roier as his partner, he had also fallen in love with the calmer side to him, the side that only Cellbit got to see.
Roier might be bustling city evenings and happy hour, but he was also a fireplace crackle. He was the puff of smoke that a candle produces after it’s blown out. He’s a quiet watcher of peaceful mornings, and he was Cellbit’s best friend.
or, Roier and Cellbit are art thieves. They are also in love.
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They were never supposed to be connected, not like this, not so deeply, not so irrevocably. The universe tied their fates together long before they met, stitching their lives with invisible threads that tug whenever they try to pull away. And they hate it. They hate the way the other’s presence shifts the air. They hate the way their emotions spike in tandem, how their victories feel shared and their failures echo in the other’s chest. They hate the recognition in each other’s eyes, that unsettling sense of you again, as if they’ve been orbiting the same star for lifetimes.
Their connection is cosmic, undeniable, and infuriating. Every encounter sparks like flint: sharp words, cold stares, a tension that feels too charged to be simple dislike. They push against the bond, try to sever it, try to pretend it doesn’t exist, but the universe keeps nudging them back together, forcing them to confront the truth they refuse to name. And the more they fight it, the more the universe seems to whisper: You can hate each other all you want. You’re still connected.
ORRRR
Tubbo and Tommy are cosmically intertwined in every universe, and we have just a few of these universes to read for you.
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- Part 10 of MCYT Fic Fight '26
- Part 2 of fighting fics 2026
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09 Oct 2026
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a home where heart and soul may rest by w1tch3 for quati_quati, la_fleur_odette
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
18 Jul 2024
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“I’ve never had a problem sharing my friends!” James argues.
Remus’s lips twitch, but he maintains his neutral expression. “Is that what Regulus is to you? A friend?”
“Of course, he’s my friend! I adore him, you know that.”
“We do,” Remus agrees patiently. He has his teacher’s voice on, and James fears he’s being led into some Socratic thought experiment. “It’s just… Don’t you think you might adore him a little too much?”
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James and Regulus are the perfect roommates, but everything changes when Regulus brings a guy home. Truths are unveiled and feelings are confronted.
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- Part 1 of starchaser roommates au
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Merely an hour after he had been given the Dark Mark, Regulus Black was still trembling. He'd never wanted it, but deep down he'd always known the day would come. He just didn't think it would be today.
Some kind of birthday he had.
(Featuring a good friend Evan Rosier, a smitten and angry James Potter, and a very fucking tired Regulus Black.)
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18 Mar 2024
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The Constant and the Undiscovered You by orphan_account for voidAvon
Fandoms: QSMP | Quackity SMP
01 Dec 2023
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Quackity’s hands shake as if there’s a constant tremor moving through his wrists, pulling his fingers away from doing the right thing. From listening to him.
There are only two things that help.
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or, a little bit of a qtntduo canon diverging fic for secret santa
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The most cruel way for a love to die is to have it fizzle out, like a faulty firework. There’s no big argument, there’s no declaration that things are over. One morning he just woke up and realized he hadn't called his lover in weeks, and he hadn’t called either.
And it’s impossible to believe when just months ago Quackity sat tucked into Wilbur’s side, as he’d played song after song. The angle must’ve been awkward but Wilbur never complained. Every once in a while Wilbur would look over at Quackity, with such a warmth in his eyes and ask him what he thought.
It was a good memory.
Or: In the wake of a breakup, Quackity isn't coping well.