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if you really love nothing by desmodus
Fandoms: Fire Emblem: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem: Three Houses
23 Jan 2026
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It's a dangerous game Sylvain is playing. He can see each opportunity as it passes within inches of him. Maybe that's Sylvain's problem. He doesn't disappear enough on the battlefield. He's always still there, a little ways apart from his instincts, always wondering if he moved wrong, if he chose to move wrong—
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Sylvain can't conceive of a relationship with himself that doesn't involve pain. As such, he goes out of his way to make it hurt.
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Bookmarked by amnesiac
24 Jan 2026
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It's no wonder Sylvain was trying to climb back down into that well. Time had lasted forever there.
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In Boston, there was no call-ahead.
Bookmarked by amnesiac
16 Jan 2026
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Matt doesn’t say anything. It’s a moment that speaks for a lot of years and a lot of cigarettes and a lot of late nights and a lot of drunk days and a lot of small beds and a lot of cold floors and a long summer and a short day and a tall kid hovering in Matt’s personal space, you said it, you said it, you said it.
Somebody yells get back to work, you pansies, and the moment’s over, and so are the years, and so is the summer.
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you’ve got this strange effect on me (and i like it) by phlegmatic
Fandoms: Masters of the Air (TV 2024)
27 Mar 2025
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The Major’s still smiling. “You got me wet,” he says. His chest is heaving, just like Gale’s is, and his white t-shirt is blotched translucent with wine. The knife indents Gale’s skin; he can feel it in his collarbones.
“Do it,” Gale grunts. “Do it, because if you don’t, I’m going to fucking kill you.”
“You won’t.”
“Give me back the knife, then.” The Major huffs a short laugh, and the tip of the knife twists and presses as he shifts his grip.
“You won’t,” he repeats. “You like me too much.” He leans in, heavy, hips grinding into Gale’s and the blade digging hard enough that it seems about to burst the skin. His lips are incongruously soft at Gale’s ear, brushing and breathing with delicacy. “I get you wet.”
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a Buck/Bucky agent vs. assassin AU, heavily and blatantly inspired by Killing Eve
Bookmarked by amnesiac
31 Dec 2025
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It’s relief. Bucky, strong and obvious inside him, certain as any knife.
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before you say 'cut', wait five more seconds by phlegmatic for Pigoletta
Fandoms: Masters of the Air (TV 2024)
16 Jul 2024
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“So you wake up, I’m pressing it in… you look at me, I say—” he clears his throat a little, leans back over Gale—“It’s time.”
“I’ll haunt you, boy,” Gale grits in return, looking at John unblinking and holding his jaw tense. “I ain’t leavin’ you in peace.”
“I know,” John bites, and drives in the knife. Gale gasps and chokes, shudders like they rehearsed.
“Come on, boy.” Gale’s only reacting now, bracing and writhing as John pulls back the knife—that’ll be when the SFX guy starts pumping the blood. He glides light, trembling fingers over a spot under Gale’s ribs, before rubbing a bit harder, and then—
“What kind of foley you reckon they’ll put on this?” John muses, tapping his finger once against Gale’s skin. He sits up, and holds his other hand in a loose o, working the same finger in and out of the makeshift hole with a raised eyebrow. “Mac and cheese?”
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Gale Cleven lands his first major credit, playing across big name John Egan—and despite what Gale told himself before shooting started, everyone knows that on-set flings happen. It's fine if it doesn't mean anything. Right?Series
- Part 1 of a matter of what's in the frame
Bookmarked by amnesiac
29 Dec 2025
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“You’re good,” John repeats, eyes dark and tone firm, and everything inside Gale clenches up. He drags in a breath like a sob.
“I’m good.” It gushes out of him, a release, a rush, willing John to let the movement happen again. “I’m good for you.”
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Gale's mouth turns down. Rueful, or maybe considering. His cadet uniform is pressed free of wrinkles, hair pomaded into a tight part. John's form wears it well. And the mustache does make him more dashing, John decides. He looks goddamned handsome, a perfect counterpart to the pinks and golds he's currently embodying.
Gale catches on. "You're a narcissist," he scoffs.
-- John and Gale swap bodies
Bookmarked by amnesiac
29 Dec 2025
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"You think we should stop?" he scrapes out.
Gale looks down at him. John looks back, beatific, waiting; waiting, and knowing what the answer will be.