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    It's stupid. Atsumu isn't a romantic, no matter how many times he's imagined laying Sakusa out and finally really touching him.

    So there's no explanation for why Atsumu is constantly stuck thinking about brushing his fingertips against the meat of Sakusa's palms or the prominent tendons in his freaky wrists.

    There's no explanation for why doing dishes sets off a warm burn in his ribcage, or why when he smells disinfectant he inhales like he's walking past a bakery.

    Yer doin' this to me, he thinks furiously, as Sakusa derails his thoughts with kisses that come more and more frequently now. Yer conditionin' me, and I can't stop it.

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    29 May 2025

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    But there's one setter out there Sakusa has only played a handful of games against, and even fewer games beside. His tosses leave Sakusa breathless with delight at sixteen, and he never feels quite as satisfied again in the six years after.

    Feelings, of the sporting kind, and one kiss.

    ft. team spirit, philosophising, and early morning misunderstandings.

    Sakusa POV.

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    29 May 2025

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    The guy holds a finger up at Yuuta and it’s gently menacing, the way he waves it in Yuuta’s face, the way his eyes say stay still without him having to say anything at all. When he seems certain Yuuta isn’t going to move, he redirects his attention to his phone and types furiously. Yuuta vaguely notices his thin gold rings, the fact that a few of the guy’s nails are painted black, scraped up like he uses his hands a lot and hadn’t bothered to repaint them.

    Then the guy shoves his phone in Yuuta’s face.

    Yuuta goes a little cross-eyed trying to see it. He puts his hand on the guy’s wrist to steady the phone and pull it away from his face so he can actually see whatever he is being shown. Yuuta realizes, once his fingers connect around the guy's slim wrist, overlapping a little, that touching him like this is pretty forward of Yuuta– but also this dude is shoving a phone in his face, so maybe it’s fine.

    The phone is open to the notes app and says:

    i’m mute. i literally can’t talk pretty much at all. stop running away from me, asshole. why are you so freaky fast?

    “Uh.” Yuuta says.

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    13 May 2025

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    Once you’ve had five children, you think you know everything about raising them, and then the Wildmother laughs and gives you one like Caduceus.

    or, three conversations between Constance Clay and her youngest child.

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    10 Apr 2025

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    “I know it sounds ridiculous,” Arthur says. “But I can’t stop thinking about him, Guinevere. It’s like I can feel him. His heart right here.”

    He lays his palm over his chest and holds it there. On an impulse, Gwen joins him. Arthur lets his hand fall so that hers can spread out over the thin layer of linen over his skin, and that’s when she feels it.

    Arthur’s heart beats in the usual rhythm, but there is a flutter there, too.

    No, not just a flutter, a full beat between the others and behind it.

    Arthur lifts his face to hers, and Gwen has never been more thankful that he cannot see the horror spreading rapidly across her own.

     

    (To prevent Arthur's death at the Battle of Camlann, Merlin makes a magical exchange - he gives Arthur his heart in exchange for Arthur's sight. Arthur makes it home, but Merlin doesn't, so Gwen sets out to find him and bring him home, only to discover that Merlin isn't exactly the person she thought him to be.)

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    06 Apr 2025

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