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  1. Public Bookmark 24

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    There are places in town where the air feels wrong now. Yoshiki notices it first near the train station, a prickling unease that makes him want to cross to the other side of the street. Then by the convenience store. Then near the old shrine path.

    ‘Hikaru’ notices him noticing. "You can feel ‘em," he says, pleased with that childlike wonder.

    "Feel what?"

    "The ones I've caught for ya." ‘Hikaru’ takes his hand, and it feels like Hikaru. "Wanna see?"

    Is it cruel for a cat to play with its prey? For a shrike to build its larder? Some gifts cannot be assigned morality, as intertwined with instinct as they are.

    Hikaru gives a gift to Yoshiki. How can Yoshiki do anything but love him?

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    25 May 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 33

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    “But… you’re not Hikaru,” he said. Not-Hikaru opened his eyes, surprised to be seen as him and not as the vestige of Yoshiki’s best friend. “You’re you.”

    Uncertainty joined Hikaru's features then, wedging into the space where their bodies had yet to converge. But when Yoshiki slid his hand to the nape of his neck, tangling in his hair, he melted into the touch. Hikaru blushed in uncharacteristic shyness, cheeks reddening to the point that any watermelon guts on his face would be lost to the eye.

    Yoshiki could feel Hikaru’s breath quick and damp on his lips. “So maybe you’d like it like this instead,” he whispered as he closed the distance, melting into him too.

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    Yoshiki teaches Hikaru how to kiss. Hikaru teaches Yoshiki how to touch him without imagining his Hikaru.

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    23 May 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 56

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    Albus’s laugh exists to spite the poets. It's the simply best thing in the entire world, and Scorpius pities anyone who hasn't seen or heard it. Albus. Where is Albus? Why isn't Scorpius watching and/or listening to Albus laugh right at this very moment? Why would he not spend every minute of every day doing that? Scorpius spins, gets on tiptoe, jumps to see over the crowd.

    Albus Albus Albus Albus Albus Albus —

    Someone is tugging on his sleeve. Albus! 

    "I misplaced you!" Scorpius flings an arm around Albus. "You're far too small. Easy to lose. Should work on that."

    "I'll put it on the agenda," Albus grumbles, ducking his head. Scorpius can hear the smile in his voice.

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    In his seventh year at Hogwarts, Scorpius Malfoy realizes he's in love with his best friend. He responds to this discovery by making friends with a group of imperiled Bowtruckles. And obsessing over his appearance. And yearning. But mostly the Bowtruckle thing.

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    05 Feb 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 36

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    “I know, it takes a second,” Vox is saying. “Val said it felt like kissing a mirror, the first time—and yeah, I did ask him if he kissed a lot of mirrors.”

    He just keeps talking, as if Alastor hasn’t just gotten the shock of his afterlife. As if it weren’t out of absolutely nowhere.

    “It’s some kind of good luck ritual with a lipstick mark he used to do before his shows,” Vox carries on, as if he hasn’t noticed or simply doesn’t care that Alastor is—that Alastor doesn’t know what he is, in fact. “Maybe it worked. Hell, look where he is now.”

    Alastor grapples for a grip on anything. Anything at all. What his overtaxed mind gives him, as Vox reaches out to cup a hand around his face, is this:

    Vox is nervous.

    He’s rambling like Charlie losing her spot in a set of talking points and he’s gripping one of the armrests like an anchor. And he’s glowing; there’s a bit of cyan beneath his eyes.

    Well, fuck. What the Hell is Alastor expected to do about that?

    (In which Vox makes an attempt at romance, Alastor weathers a series of foul moods, and Charlie has a terrible day.)

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    08 Jan 2026

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    A talk show, a parade, a diner, subjecting him to the least compelling show he had ever been forced to watch. Honestly, it was the most insipid ‘victory celebration’ Alastor could imagine. He had thought Vox would be more… bold. It was what he had come to expect from the picture box, right from the start. But instead, all he was doing was showing him off and showing off himself. Both things Alastor would have expected, but to stop there? Which brought him back to, what was holding him back?

    Alastor looked back down at the fabric in his hands, and his smile inched a touch higher. Oh, he knew just how to find out.

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    03 Jan 2026