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He loosened his grip a little, fingertips tapping lightly against your spine. You took another deep breath, feeling your lungs inflate and your ribs expand. They met his own deep breath in the middle. Your hands had come up in the moment when he had stepped close, and you could feel the body heat radiating from his chest. He was probably boiling under that hoodie. You could feel his chin resting lightly on top of your head. He wasn’t speaking, just holding you kind of awkwardly.
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You find some guy drunk off his ass after a music festival. Wasn't he in one of the bands?
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It was almost pleasureable.
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Rize escapes the Garden pregnant, only to be recaptured by the White Suits when it's time for the birth. She calls Touka for help.
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There are no ghouls in Tokyo. There never were.
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She and Kaneki shared a good life, but Eto always knew this was coming, lurking in her genetics.
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Senses by cesium_writes
Fandom The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms, The Legend of Zelda: Skyward Sword
06 Jan 2024
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This really should have been a chaptered fic, but it's a series because I didn't know what I was doing.
A series of ghirahim and link centric scenes, each one with a theme of one of the five senses.
A.K.A I (a slut for angst) mess with the skyward sword timeline/lore and project my emotions onto the characters
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all my tgweek23 fics in one place! 4 themes and 4 gifts. i've got everything from fluff to romance to angst to crack
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Midnight in My Mind's Eye by CountdownKillswitch (FallingForever99), FallingForever99
Fandoms: Sleep Token (Band)
13 Feb 2026
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The man who would become the first vessel for the ancient god Sleep has had a hard life. He's going to have an even harder death--more than one death, actually, as he gathers his band to perform his rituals for his god. Can they save him? Can he save himself? Will he even want to?
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Where the hell is he?!
Vessel kept repeating that line to himself, anxiously pacing around his small apartment. It's day four of Vessel’s preheat, typically the last day before his heat breaks. The one time he chooses to not suffer in silence, rolling around in his nest alone covered in his own slick and desperate for any attention, the stupid alpha doesn’t show. He. Should. Be. Here. The dumbass was given the perfect chance to get his dick wet and bailed!
He needs to pay.
His anger consumed all rationality in his preheat muddled mind, pushing him out the door with only his phone and keys, ready to go kick an alpha’s ass.
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Vessel's alpha bails on him right before his heat starts, pushing him to go find him and give him a piece of his mind. During his late night walk, things take a rather strange turn, an established pack finds him and a random omega chooses to take him home... -
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“And the tears… Vessel cried silently, allowing a few slow tears to roll down, trying to suppress the rest. The first time he let out audible sobs, he felt like his chest cracked open. They definitely didn’t enjoy hearing him cry, but there was a twisted, bitter sense of satisfaction that he could finally feel a little lighter after letting all his tears fall. III was the one holding him then, relief and deep sorrow mixing inside him as he hugged the trembling man close, whispering to him to let it out, that it was okay, he was allowed to do that.”
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- Part 10 of Show Me Love
Bookmarked by cesium_writes
12 Feb 2026
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A collection of short fics based on this year's febuwhump prompts. Hope you enjoy suffering 💚
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Step. Turn. Twist. Look the judges in the eye.
He imagined flaring his hands to the music, his body bending artistically as his feet crossed over each other, propelling him across the ice.
Twist. Turn. Inner edge — outer edge.
As Vessel mentally cued up a jump, a nagging feeling creeped over his skin, the hair on the back of his neck rising. His laces felt loose. His ankles were unsteady, unsupported by the boots. He looked down, tripping into the jump, careening into the air ungracefully as he tried to see what was wrong, to identify it before he landed—
Or; the one where the past never stops chasing Vessel, but perhaps one day he'll learn that he doesn't have to run from everything.
Bookmarked by cesium_writes
10 Feb 2026
Bookmarker's Notes
FUCKING INCREDIBLE. needs a reread to do it justice