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Lord Capon is the fussy type, in all things.
His wine, his bow, his squire—all kept within earshot or arm’s reach, or else he begins to grumble.
Unsurprisingly, given their current circumstances, Hans Capon has become even more unbearable than usual.
KCD Rarepairs Week Day 1: Forced Proximity
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Astarion's fingertips perched on either side of split skin and pulled it taut, bringing the beading blood up to the surface where he could lave his tongue. Slow, awful, intentional. Gale arched into the pain and let it slip inside, only for a sudden hesitation to continue leaving him squirming.
What's a little wound care between friends?
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“To the ever-noble pursuit of knowledge,” Astarion grins, “and a late night in the pursuit of pleasure.”
Much to his surprise, Gale clinks his glass with little more than a chuckle in opposition. Perhaps he is hiding a bit of fun beneath that awful sweater.
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He watches from a distance as Astarion paces the monastery grounds, trying to find the spot the sun will reach first each morning so that he can plant his pocketful of tea leaves. Something for him to leave behind out here, basking in the light.
Bloodweave Week Day 1: Sunrise / Post-canon
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It’d only been an hour, maybe two, since he’d slipped away upstairs. He’d assumed the others had found their own places to fall since their tadpoles had finally ceased their blurry reaching and, by extension, begun to afford him some amount of peace.
So a knock is quite unwelcome. Doubly-so when he already knows who it is on the other side of the door.
Gale fumbles, falls into bed next to him, still sweet with the smell of brandy and magic.
“Astarion, is that you?” He whispers, groping in the dark until his fingers catch in the ruffle of his shirt. “Are you awake at this late hour, my very….” His head lolls against Astarion’s shoulder, and he smothers a laugh in advance of his own joke. “Elven, vampiric friend?”
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Polnareff Body Worship Week by kitten_combatant
Fandom ジョジョの奇妙な冒険 | JoJo no Kimyou na Bouken | JoJo's Bizarre Adventure
15 Apr 2021
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Clean Me Up by kitten_combatant
Fandom ジョジョの奇妙な冒険 | JoJo no Kimyou na Bouken | JoJo's Bizarre Adventure
25 Oct 2020
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"Surprised you manage to be arrogant even when you're this plastered, oynon." He gingerly spun Daniil around to face him, and was met with less resistance than he'd anticipated.
"Yeah, yeah... so I've been told." The corner of Daniil's mouth quirked up into a morbid grin, and Artemy frowned. "If you're—'f you're thinking of stabbing me for it, I regret to inform you that you've been beaten to the chase, dear Haruspex."
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Late at night, Artemy finds a drunk Daniil walking home with a stab wound. Artemy carries him to safety and stitches him up. Daniil is not as careful with his fresh sutures as he should be.
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17 Feb 2026
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A hand—then, hands—on him, his chest. Sam's hands. They are thankful, but still frail and tentative. Just as the bud of an upolín hopes to emerge from snow in the early months, but the rosette isn't strong enough to break through the cold.
This is it. This is our goodbye, Henry considers bleakly. This is him, going to God.
The thought alone is reverentially terrifying.
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samuel sustains a life-threatening injury, wrestles with reason, and kisses henry goodbye; henry stops the bleedingfor kcdrarepairsweek day 6: confession and whump
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The Devil—Hynek—has a hand on Henry's hip that's a firm claim. Henry's crowded, flushed, bloodied. He could push him away and perhaps he should, but if this is a continuation of their sparring then he won't be the one to lose.
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28 Jan 2026
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"What of your other vices, then?" he asks, managing to make eye contact again, flicking his eyes quickly to the pout of Artemy's lip and back up. "Any of them outstayed their welcome?"
Artemy inhales sharply. "No," he says, keeping his eyes on Daniil's. They're light, betraying the way his pupils have widened in the dimness of the bar. "No, rather the opposite."
"You've been left wanting," Daniil chances. It's a risk.
He watches Artemy's throat work through a swallow and knows it paid off. "I have."
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25 Jan 2026
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Daniil breaks his thumb and Artemy sets it for him.
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25 Jan 2026