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    “Small baby,” Krum diagnosed, sounding delighted by this. “World too big, yes? Wants back in small, warm place, yes?”

    Ron realized that he was holding his breath. He glanced over at Hermione, who was looking at Krum like she was definitely, absolutely going to leave Ron for him, and honestly, at this moment, Ron felt that was fair. Ron was going to leave himself for Krum. Ron was going to rob all the banks in the world to get Viktor Krum back his money as long as it meant he’d keep their beautiful, perfect, angelic monster of a screaming baby quiet.

    “I want to be in a small, warm place,” Hermione muttered, and then squeaked a little realizing she’d said it out loud.

    Rose giggled. “Shidole,” she whispered, looking pleased and interested, smacking at Krum’s chest.

    “Rose, don’t call our guests shitholes,” Hermione scolded, and then said, “Viktor, you can stay as long as you like.”

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    Or: The Ron/Hermione/Krum fic that absolutely nobody was hankering for in the year of our Lord 2020.

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    27 Feb 2021

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    The first thing to arrive was a laptop. Type had to sign for it. He and Tine, who had returned from the office to shower for the first time in four days, opened the box at the kitchen table, then stared at it in silence for a few minutes before Tine asked, “Is there — like, a card?”

    There was. It said For my beautiful tissue man!!!! I am very rich. Please marry me. PS. I love you very much!!!!!! ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️ , Your Man. 

    Type frowned, blinked, then looked at Tine. He asked, “Hey. What the hell?”

    Tine was smiling a little as he shrugged. “I guess he likes you.”

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    OR: Type and Man fall in love, against Type's better judgment.

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    27 Feb 2021

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    “I can see your mouth forming the letters of my name,” Sarawat sang, and the crowd cheered, dobs of light from cellphones flickering on around the stadium. It was impossible to make anybody out, in the headlights.

    In his weaker moments, he wondered sometimes: is he here? Did he come?

    It wasn’t impossible. They were a famous band. They toured a lot. He could be a fan. He could be at this show, or next week’s, or any of the innumerable shows they’d done before. Sarawat would have no way of knowing. If he — if he remembered Sarawat, if he thought of him sometimes, he’d have no way of making his way backstage. He’d never come to a signing or a greeting or anything. Sarawat had stopped letting himself look.

    The Stranger was gone and Sarawat had no earthly way of finding or identifying him.

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    Or: Two boys meet at a Scrubb concert. They don't exchange names or numbers. One of them goes on to write, like, four best-selling albums about it, and the other one doesn't know because he only listens to one band.

    Anyway, they fall in love.

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    27 Feb 2021

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    tine didn't think he was that forgettable.

    when will tine catch a break when it comes to love?
    ((sarawat plays it a little too cool.))

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    27 Feb 2021

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    The sounds of the battlefield seem to drop away. There's the drip of blood, desperate howling from Wei Wuxian, a horrible, gurgling breath from Jiang Yanli.

    It's one more wrong in a sea of wrongs, but this at least is a wrong Wen Qing has the training to set right. Let me go to her, Wen Qing insists, then again, louder, desperate, when Wei Wuxian doesn't move. Let me go to her.

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    26 Feb 2021

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