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    all fics related to the first kiss universe

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    “So let the moon shine softly on the boy I long to see;
    and maybe when he dreams,
    he’ll dream of me.”

    — Dream of Me, Kirsten Dunst

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  1. Public Bookmark 99

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    He thinks it one night on the ship, when he’s got his hand spread flat over Ramy’s chest, pale against dark, skin against skin. A match-pair. They’re in translation—they’re the same, and they’re not.

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    11 Apr 2025

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    He intertwines their fingers and thinks: What is it we’ll do, when they say our names together. He thinks: Something dangerous, I bet.

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    Renjun didn’t let many know he was half-human. It would have been social, if not actual, suicide in a school of witches and vampires.

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    30 Oct 2024

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    speechless

  3. Public Bookmark 37

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    Summer crests. Time sticks, coagulates; Atsumu finds himself breathless with the endlessness. He hopes that Shouyo calls him when he arrives at the station. He hopes that Shouyo kisses him. He hopes that Shouyo loves the salt in the air and the sweetness in the breeze just the way he does. He hopes, he hopes. He hopes.

     

    OR: Atsumu and hunger.

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    21 Oct 2024

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    There’s a quiet moment, and it’s not hesitation- but rather respite. Catching your breath, before the next bite, before the, the next sip, before the next perfect set. It’s not hesitation; it’s giving yourself the space to be , to exist in slow-moving inbetweens of a life well-lived.

    IF I COULD FRAME THIS FIC I WOULDDDDD

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    “I’m in love with Kazuha,” he says, the words unfolding into the silence.

    Astonishingly, this ground-shaking, earth-shattering, heavens-moving proclamation is met with little more than blank stares as Ayaka and Thoma exchange glances over Tomo’s head.

    “Yes,” Ayaka finally says, lips twitching like she’s trying to hide a smile at his expense while Thoma casually answers a stray text, the both of them behaving as if Tomo isn’t having the most important discovery of his life--of anyone’s life. “We know. Everyone knows.”

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    Or, the slow, painstaking, thirteen-year process in which Tomo falls in love with his best friend.

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    22 Apr 2024

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    🤍🤍🤍

  5. Public Bookmark 78

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    Lyney's sick of playing the game, he's just forgotten how to stop.

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    28 Feb 2024

    Bookmarker's Notes

    “It’s not my fault I know your only weakness.” He counters gently, fingers still brushing through the dark hair, unable to get it to stay pushed back. He gives up eventually, fingertips instead drawing around the solid sharpness of Wriothesley’s face, he feels how his jaw clenches under his touch. One larger hand lifts, catches Lyney’s within its tender strength and he feels himself melt beneath the forceful gaze of swirling blues and grays.

    “Not the only one.” He corrects, and Lyney’s breath stops with an embarrassingly audible hitch.

    ♡♡♡♡♡