mercurymarbles
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„Leo?“
Er weiß, dass Adam auf ihn zukommt, aber er ist immer noch zu unscharf, die Welt zu verzerrt, und irgendwie ist da immer noch überall Blut. Immer noch? Vielleicht auch plötzlich. Aber es muss schon da gewesen sein, weil es jetzt überall klebt, an den Wänden, auf dem Boden, und vor allem an Leo.
An seinen Klamotten, seinem Gesicht, seinen Händen, nur nicht... Nur nicht an Adams offenen Armen, die sich ihm entgegenstrecken.
Leo befindet sich im freien Fall. Leider ist da niemand mehr, an dem er sich festhalten kann.
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- Part 1 of wearing all these memories
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say you love me (every waking moment) by mercurymarbles
Fandoms: Sherlock & Co. (Podcast), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms
10 Oct 2024
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There was already something so sweetly cruel about living with the person you were hopelessly in love with and spending almost every waking moment with them.
Something about having to watch, but also getting to watch their everyday life, watching them work, eat, sleep, laugh, cry, and feeling yourself getting pulled closer and closer with every second of it, knowing you could never allow yourself to get close enough to actually touch the way you wanted to.
John Watson was a starving man, staring at a feast through a clear glass wall.
John is in love with Sherlock. For once in his life, Sherlock doesn't seem to have a clue.
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Tomorrow Under the Stars by AppalachianApologies
Fandoms: Last Night at the Telegraph Club - Malinda Lo
31 Jul 2023
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Despite Lily's family sending her away from Kath—away from everything that she has ever known—Lily is determined to find her way back to Kath.
Aka, Some missing scenes between the last chapter and the epilogue.
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09 Jun 2026
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Sua holds the pearl up close, studying it. It’s bigger than she thought they would be, about half the size of her thumb, a little weight in her hands. She catches herself in the mirror. In a trace, she raises her hand, raises the pearl not to her ear, but to her neck. She presses it against her skin, against the brand seared into her flesh; it’s just the right size. Sua’s heartbeat, trained and restrained, is steady as she practices, one final dress rehearsal, where the bullet will collide with her throat.
(or, two hours before doomsday, in her dressing room, sua muses about the deaths of stars)
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05 Jun 2026
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"I don't much care about singing," Ivan had told Till once, during those years his hair still remained unparted. "But when Till sings, I think I understand why all of this has to be about music."
(Or: Write the antonym of loneliness. Characteristics: Proper noun. 186 centimeters. Gone.)
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- Part 1 of etymology
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05 Jun 2026
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“The fuck is a Medarda doin’ in this bum-fuck town?” Jinx asked, squinting at the card.
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In sleepy, small-town Zaun, nothing changes. Sevika never wanted to return to this shit-hole, but in the aftermath of Silco's execution, she didn't have much of a choice. With two new wards thrust upon her and a forced retirement, she wasn't sure what to make of her new life.
She didn't expect much.
She definitely didn't expect her.
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29 Apr 2026
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hey, let‘s go mess and fool around you know, like we used to by romanticmullethero
Fandoms: Das Fliegende Klassenzimmer | The Flying Classroom - Erich Kästner, Das Fliegende Klassenzimmer | The Flying Classroom (2003)
26 Dec 2023
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Ein gemeinsamer Abend mit Robert im Nichtraucher-Waggon erinnert Johann an einen ähnlichen vor etwa dreißig Jahren. Ebendieser Abend hat einiges an Spuren an seiner und Roberts Beziehung hinterlassen. Jetzt wird es langsam an der Zeit, sich diesen zu stellen und ehrlich miteinander zu reden.
Wie in der Weihnachtsgeschichte von Charles Dickens. Der Geist der vergangenen Weihnacht war, in Gestalt von Robert, durch die undichten Fenster des Nichtraucher-Waggons gekrochen und hatte den Staub von den Fensterbänken gefegt, die Johanns Erinnerungen waren.