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It’s funny, really, how little they talk. What is there to talk about? They were completely different people back when all George’s face inspired in Max was annoyance, that hasn’t suddenly changed just because he’s a little fonder of him now.
When Max brings up video games or his plans to go play darts with friends, George hums along and pretends to care. Max can’t muster up the same pretense when George talks about padel or whatever gossip his girlfriends have fed him at brunch so instead he busies himself with tracing the shape of his lips with his eyes, imagining them swollen and wrapped around him.
More relationships would last longer if people just ignored each other’s personalities and focused on sex, Max thinks.
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05 Jul 2026
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A post-canon series where Amphoreus becomes real and everyone remembers every cycle.
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22 Jun 2026
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You figure out a lot of things when Kitsuragi transfers to the 41st Precinct.
The first thing is that Kitsuragi is as queer as a two reál piece.
The second thing is that Harry wants to fuck him.
The third thing is that Harry has not figured this out yet.
The fourth thing is that Kitsuragi has.
The fourth-and-a-half thing is that Kitsuragi also wants to fuck Harry.
The fifth thing is that Kitsuragi is a patient man.
The sixth thing is that you also want to fuck Kitsuragi.
The seventh thing is that Kitsuragi figures this out the day you lean in to light his cigarette on the station roof. Your hand is shaking because Harry almost got the three of you fucking killed that day by being his stupid fucking bullheaded self, who cares if you caught a fucking murderer, and while he’s downstairs getting stitched up, you and Kitsuragi are up on the roof smoking. Your hand is shaking badly and Kitsuragi reaches out and grabs your wrist to steady it, the warmth smooth leather of his gloves on your bare wrist where your sleeve’s pulled up. You draw in a sharp breath and he looks at you and you can see from the sharpening of his eyes that he’s figured it out.Bookmarked by rewni
13 May 2026
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