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    "Remember at school? Weasel? You’re so poor and dirty?" Ron said encouragingly "You hated me."

    "I did," Draco said.

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    19 Sep 2021

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    i don't even like this pairing but who cares
    also, how weirdly unsurprising that helen's fic is so much better than anything jkr ever thought of

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    Written for a kinkmeme prompt. The prompt contains spoilers.

    Please mind the warnings. If you're on the fence about the content, see the end notes for a more detailed description of the content.

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    18 Sep 2021

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    guh

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    Erik's belonged to Sebastian Shaw for some time now. But then he meets a man named Charles Xavier, and Erik's world gets very complicated. A remix of "running for the money and the flesh" by etirabys.

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    18 Sep 2021

    Bookmarker's Notes

    goddamn this is brilliant also hot

  4. Public Bookmark 76

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    "Are you defacing my tattoo?" "You defaced my fern, seems only fair."

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    17 Sep 2021

  5. Public Bookmark 34

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    Nate sets two alarms for the morning, twenty minutes apart (one to ignore and one to motivate, waking in layers) and lays out his running gear the night before. He runs twice, three times, then starts hitting snooze. He changes the alarm after a few weeks yet wakes up at five a.m. anyway. Lays there for a while, goes back to sleep.

    For lunch, he picks at food in gray, recycled pulp-patterned cardboard containers and reheats what’s left for dinner later, and when he misjudges the time necessary to warm it all the way through, he eats it anyway - hot, cold, lukewarm in the middle. It tastes the same; of dried-out rice, or salt, or peanut butter on crackers.

    He lives. Whatever that means.

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    17 Sep 2021

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    this is fucking amazing