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The Doctor finally takes Clara to see the Tumescent Arrows of the Half Light.
Written for the Whouffaldi Countdown Week… er, 5 I think (I’m a bit behind). Prompt: Green Eyed Epiphany: “I didn’t realise how gone I was over you until I started feeling insanely jealous of that person you’re talking to/flirting with/dancing with/who tried to hit on you” -
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"Do you remember the afternoon of your Father's funeral? You asked me if I thought you would make a good president." I laugh at the memory; such a bright day, a bright future. "You didn't realize that in my head, you already were."
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Graham gets flirted with by a girl from the bar. Damon, his boyfriend, is watching the entire time and gets jealous.
Tittle from ‘She’s so high’ by blur, with changed lyrics ofc! :)
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I Hear The Secrets That You Keep by orphan_account
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, The Marauders - Fandom, Wolfstar - Fandom
04 Jan 2025
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In which the secret of Remus' and Sirius' secret relationship is eventually discovered by James (Peter is clueless bless him) during the late hours of the night.
OR: Remus and Sirius sleep talk like the silly knobheads they are.
P.S: I was inspired by a sort of prompt on tiktok, not sure if they want credits but this is the account - @luis.huser
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Oh, There Was Heaven in Your Eyes (I Was Not Baptized) by elysianblu
Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)
23 Dec 2025
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Breathing in-between Cait’s ribs:
If Vi opened fully, each petal of her being unfurling, she’d be embraced by the fullness within joy; the reality where she’s pleading without words, her fingertips trailing across the sharper points of my rosary necklace, dazed and slack-jawed by a languid fatigue.
The instant where I concede, sighing into her open mouth and rendering her speechless. Where, after she waits for a few agonizing seconds to go by, I kiss her temple three times.
The stupor where I press my bow-shaped lips to her forehead, her breastbone; her left shoulder, her right shoulder. The Heaven where I muse, 'In the name of the Father, of the Son, and of the Spirit. Amen.'
Or: Vi is given the option to either lose herself in fear, or stay in love’s orbit—not just for Cait, but for herself and everyone who has attempted to melt the frost, day after day.
She must choose wisely, as the fact of the matter is simple: overwriting the past and burying faults can erase more than pain. It could erase the loving hands that reach for her, over and over again.