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Nothing in Minho's life is ever complete until he's shared it with Jisung; such has been the case for the last twenty years. It gets to a point.
He's seen Jisung interact with countless patients and families. He’s seen how his charm and confidence make even the parents who side eye him for his youthful face and the tattoos on his arms come to trust him with their entire worlds. The children themselves are even quicker to warm up to him, and Jisung is always able to examine them without any major fuss.
Sometimes Minho wishes he could send him off to do his rounds for him.
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08 May 2026
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If you could change one thing about me, something that I do, something you hate, that you just can’t stand, what would it be?”
The space when you’re away is what Minho wants to answer. I wish you wouldn’t leave behind so much of it.beautiful, wonderful fic.
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“I’m bisexual,” Damen says, because he can feel the conversation slipping away from him without the additional context.
“You,” says Laurent, “are.”
“Yes.”
“Okay.” Laurent nods, his expression careful and held. “Great. Happy for you.”
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damen is fresh out of a seven-year relationship and looking for something casual, so naturally he ends up falling for his boss' brother
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29 May 2025
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so obsessed with this fic that i've added every book mentioned to my tbr
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Felix only dated three guys, and now they're all in a band together.
Minho, as his friend, finds it extremely hilarious.
If he also happens to find Han Jisung chewable, that's no one's business but his own.
It's not like he's going to fool around with the man who broke Felix's heart.
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31 Jan 2026
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You should sell photocards,
because riding the bus is boring and the girl sitting in the seat in front of him has a Korean boy trapped in her phone case.
Already on it bby
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NO?????You just said we should??
I don't want people to have your face in their phone??
It's none of their business???But it's a very pretty face
It's MY pretty face??
Oh is it now?
Yes??
I BIT IT??True
But don't you want people carrying it around hopelessly wanting what’s yours?Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
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“What has one voice, four legs in the morning, two in midday, and three in the evening?”
The bartender is already smiling. “Wrong day.”
Minho shrugs and drops into his seat.
“The answer is man.” The bartender slides his drink over. “What’s next? Want to know how I feel about my mom?”
Minho hides his smile behind the glass. “Just saying hello.”
The alcohol burns, all the way down. He doesn’t come very often, tries to curtail his indulgence. Even now, it hurts to remember.
His name is Jisung. Minho had loved him, once. Then he had eaten him.
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14 Feb 2026
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For the only person that has ever mattered, he thinks. For the only person that ever will.
DEVASTATING
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Even were they not outnumbered - Arthur's experience is in managing skirmishes. In war, he has facilitated the strategies of more senior commanders, if one is being generous. He has not led campaigns.
The faces Merlin sees around him are appropriately grey. Or perhaps it is only that the fog is veiling them, steaming off the water to spread over the banks of the river and under the feet of the men.
A love story in twelve battles, or The Historia Brittonum, but with more sex.Bookmarked by artimisia
14 Aug 2025
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"I'm one of them, Arthur. At least by blood."
"What does it matter?"
"Their language, their gods, their kings-"
"They're not yours.” There is no firmness in the statement - it is spoken with calm certainty.
"Maybe they should be."
Arthur is on his feet, suddenly.
"Don't ever talk that way. Not around me, and especially not around my father."I think about this fic twice a week.