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  1. Public Bookmark 43

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    Buffy is ashamed of him, Spike knows. But when no one else is around, she touches him like she could love him.

    (In which Spike makes a damn good cup of coffee, watches a sunrise or two, and plays confidant to a Slayer who thinks dying to save the world would've been easier than this.)

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    28 Feb 2021

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    Bruises are broken blood vessels under the skin. A half-thing, an almost. It's been a long time since he was capable of killing her—not so long since he wanted to. He'd still drink her if he could. He'd know every way to taste her.

    But this thing she wants—everything she wants. Her blood, spilling. Not in his mouth. Love, poured over her. Not in her mouth.

    ____

    Buffy stands to strip out of her trousers and underwear, then reaches for the harness and holds it thoughtfully in her hands—like there's power to it, which there is. Like it's a weapon, which he trusts her to not turn it into.

     

    My emotions are out of control

  2. Public Bookmark 25

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    This isn't the ending Yoo Joonghyuk first thought he was fighting for, but he's all the more happier for it anyway.

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    24 Feb 2021

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    He pauses as he catches the smile on Lee Seolhwa’s face. It’s fond and gentle—an expression he’s seen before, of course, but it catches him by surprise. “What?” he says.

    “Nothing. Just… I’m glad you’re happy, Joonghyuk-ssi.”

    Yoo Joonghyuk blinks at her.

    Happy.

    It’s a little foreign. He’s spent so long thinking of that word in reference to the others, and especially Kim Dokja that, it seems, he forgot about himself.

    “I’m… happy,” he says bafflingly.

    Lee Seolhwa blinks at him, then laughs, startled. “Yes. Yes, Joonghyuk-ssi, to me, you look very happy.”

    Huh.

  3. Public Bookmark 19

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    Kim Dokja finds his happy ending after ten years of seeing through the eyes of a Kim Dokja who was loved by all.

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    24 Feb 2021

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    The pieces:

    Sometimes, Kim Dokja can see through the eyes of another him. That him lived not to chase the shadows of people who may or may not exist, but to read the story of a man who was supposed to be fictional.

    The other world ended, but the other him wouldn’t let it end tragically.

    He was loved. Probably. And he loved them too. He loved so deeply that he was willing to die as many times as it took for his love.

    If there is a final piece, Kim Dokja doesn’t know it. If these pieces fit into the story of his world—worldline, if that’s what it’s really called—he doesn’t know that either.

    But he’s starting to think his story is different from the one about the end of the world.

    If it was, his first meeting with Shin Yoosung would have been much more tragic.

  4. Public Bookmark 11

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    Wei Wuxian - the shameless, invulnerable, always smiling one - what had made him look like this? To look at Jiang Cheng like this?

    (aka the one where temporarily Jiang Cheng only has the memories of his teenage self; FebuWhump2021: Day 24 prompt "memory loss")

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    24 Feb 2021

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    He didn't fully know what was wrong. But something was. And seeing Wei Wuxian cry? Of course then Jiang Cheng too was made to cry as well. Ugly and hiccuping and too much to contain. Everything his mother hated and everything his father averted his eyes from.

     

    "Jiang Cheng," Wei Wuxian said. He looked beautiful and tragic. Even in this, just as Jiang Cheng always knew and always failed to compare against. Whenever Wei Wuxian had been upset, their father had not needed to look away because there had been no eyesore and had thus been able to comfort him instead in a way he never had for Jiang Cheng's ugly crying. "When you remember again, don't be mad at me for this, alright?"

     

    In his strange body, Wei Wuxian wrapped his gangly thin arms around Jiang Cheng. These arms weren't the muscular arms of his brother that had held him so many times before when he'd cried. These arms were strangers. But that's what they were now - strangers, apparently. So it was, it was suiting, right? Wasn't it?

     

    Tighter, tighter Jiang Cheng grasped at the black fabric of Wei Wuxian's robes. "If remembering makes me forget this, then I don't want to remember."

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    One late afternoon, on the day the early autumn painted maple leaves crimson, the village head kowtowed before Xie Lian and begged, “Please, Daozhang. Please save us.”

    And the story was this:

    Once upon a time, a mortal man won in a game of dice against a ghost.

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    A story of how Xie Lian got caught in a ruse meant to pacify a certain ghost king and ended up with a husband.

     
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    23 Feb 2021

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    Someone hurriedly approached the sedan. Xie Lian tensed, his instincts of a martial god too strong and too old to ignore. RuoYe loosened its coils around his wrist, ready to pounce. Only the butterfly remained as it was, content and still on Xie Lian’s nose.

    And then the veil was lifted, and Xie Lian found himself face to face with the ghost.

    “Your Highness,” the ghost whispered, his mouth slack and eyes wide. Then he fell to one knee without a preamble, without explanation or reason, and in the line of his bent neck was written devotion with no bounds.