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There is very little humour in Prussia’s face, and a lot of ice in his eyes despite the smirk he’s sporting. He drops Arthur’s leg without much care. Arthur feels the dull impact reverberate up his knee and hip. His toe twitches as the heel of his sock starts soaking up the moisture from the ground.
“I pulled you off a wagon.” Gilbert shares, unprompted. “You’re welcome.”
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A quiet interlude between nations on opposite sides of the war.Bookmarked by Mistralius
17 Jun 2026
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“What’s a shame?”
Francis looks at him. Really looks at him, and brushes his jaw with his knuckles.
“That you have such a lovely voice, you terrible man. And you so rarely let me hear it.”
There is a tear caught in the corner of Arthur’s lash line, from the laughter, from the wind that dried his eyes; because he is tired. It could be any one of those things or a little of them all. Francis reaches up to brush it away, and Arthur is so still—so very still—as he does it that Francis thinks he might be holding his breath.
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17 Jun 2026
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Deanon from the kinkmeme. A young Albion gets caught during the early days of the Roman Invasion.
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17 Jun 2026
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"It didn't take longer than the rabbit clearing his path for the boy to jump into Arthur's arms, and the Englishman to wrap them tightly around the small form. The child was warm and smelled liked a sun-kissed forest, his tiny hands clinging to the empire's red coat as he buried his face in the other's chest. The lad was so small, and the tiny body was like nothing Arthur had ever held before; he was soft, breathing evenly, and Arthur could feel his heartbeat against his arms and chest. He'd never felt anything that fit more perfectly, and in that moment he was addicted to the sensation.
For once the imperial conquest didn't matter – snubbing France and winning the race for treasure and territory didn't matter. Just holding the boy and marveling at the feeling that mutual completion brought was the only thing in the world.
He really was…happy." - UK & US Historical fiction, part of the NYH-verse
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- Part 2 of Never Your Hero
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17 Jun 2026
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"he did not have her fiery hair. instead its colour stank; a pale, filmy washed out sunlight; almost-resin blond. were it not for the venomous bright eyes, like shaded trees, & puddled ferns, she could she could see nothing of herself in him"
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14 Jun 2026