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“We have to leave, now,” Will said through clenched teeth, flexing his fists that were now clammy for reasons unrelated to the sweltering climate. “Forget the Botticelli, forget the piano, I want to go.”
Hannibal noted the shadow that had crossed Will’s face and his brow furrowed in a hint of displeasure. “Careful, Will,” he murmured. “That savors strongly of bitterness.”
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A brief moment of Will and Hannibal in Miami on their way to Cuba.
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Jack’s crooked smile widens impossibly, stretching his whole face. His hands flutter now around Bruce’s throat and his fingers are tapping, scuttling, like spiders or butterflies or maybe they dance with the beat of Bruce’s throbbing heart, maybe that’s what Jack was dancing to all along, wrapped around tight and pressing in.
“I think we’re on the brink of something big,” Jack is whispering now. He presses his cheek to Bruce’s and it’s heartbreakingly warm. He’s talking so faint and fast that Bruce needs to strain to hear him. “I think we’re close,” Jack continues, “Something’s gonna crack wide open soon."
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It’s obvious when he thinks about it, it’s just… well, why would he have been thinking about that before?
It’s a realization that spurred butterflies to swarm in his chest, and they haven’t subsided since. It’s had him bouncing off the walls of the Sunny, tapping his feet anxiously by the transponder snail, and at the moment: moping over the side of the boat.
He hates it.
OR: Luffy grapples with what it means to have a crush.
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06 Feb 2026
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“Please,” Law begs, his voice splintering. “Just kill me.”
The soldier ignores his plea, tightening the tourniquet and brushing packed snow from Law’s boots and uniform.
“Please,” Law tries again, his words crumble into a sob, rattling in his throat like lead pressed against his esophagus.
“Shh,” the soldier hushes him and smacks his hands together, knocking off the lingering snow. He stands to brush off his knees, and Law can finally get a good look at him. He appears enormous, towering over Law like a titan, but Law has faced enough men in this war to realize that this soldier is shorter than most. His winter layers flow with a movement that suggests they are a size too large on him, and Law imagines scrawny arms and legs underneath.
“I will help you,” he says calmly.
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06 Feb 2026
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don't feed it, it will come back by soap_scum
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)
10 Sep 2025
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As an adult, Satoru was peerless in terms of strength and technique. As a child, he was a terror.
Utahime used to aim at faces. Broke in teeth. Scattered them like change on the sidewalk.
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Gojo Satoru was born an omega and Iori Utahime was born an alpha.
Neither of them are pleased about it.
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17 Jan 2026
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You already tried to get him on the dance floor, tugging on his hand until he relented with that shy smile that curved at the corner of his mouth.
The thing about Clark, is that he never lets go of himself easily. Even with the music pulling at you both, even with your body pressed up against his, he held back—polite distance, careful hands.
A complete gentleman through and through. It was sweet, almost unbearably so, but not what your bloodstream is buzzing for tonight.
or: Clark takes you to a club, you take him to the bathroom.
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08 Jan 2026
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“You have no idea,” he groans, breaking away just enough to speak, chin slick, eyes dark, pupils blown wide, “what this does to me.”
It’s true. You don’t know what it’s like for him, not entirely. You don’t know how loud you are in his head.
The sound of your pulse hammering under the layers of your skin. The flutter of your lashes. The heat blooming just beneath your navel. The slick parting of you when you clenched around nothing as he kissed his way down your stomach.
You’ve talked about it before—quietly, breathlessly, the few times he let himself admit how different this is for him. What it’s like.
You smell like heaven to him. That’s what he said once. Whispered it, almost ashamed, as if saying it out loud might make you think less of him and not want him even more.
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08 Jan 2026