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Over twenty years have passed since La Resistance, and Gregory and Christophe have unfortunately found themselves back in South Park on business.
Their target? Eric Cartman, now a serial killer targeting women and gay men. Gregory's plan? For him and Christophe to make themselves targets. How?
Pretending to date, of course.
Note: This was originally published on ff.net way back in 2014. I have rewritten and reworked it since.
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24 Jun 2026
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if you’re drunk on life, babe, I think it’s great by orestesdrunk (pettifogger)
Fandoms: Les Misérables - All Media Types, Les Misérables - Victor Hugo, Les Misérables - Schönberg/Boublil
07 Apr 2024
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The feelings were too big for Enjolras’ tipsy brain to put into words, so he responded by putting his hands under Grantaire’s shirt and tucking his face into Grantaire’s neck. He smelled like dish soap, laundry detergent, and faintly of oil paint. Enjolras opened his mouth and licked at his neck and tasted salt on his skin. Under his hands, Grantaire’s stomach tensed and then relaxed.
Grantaire’s chest was vibrating with sound, and Enjolras registered that he was saying something.
“Enjolras, Enjolras, hey,” Grantaire was repeating.
Enjolras, ever reluctant to take orders, lifted his head.
“Not that I don’t like this,” Grantaire said, sounding deeply put-upon, “but you’re drunk.”
(Enjolras comes home drunk after a night with Courfeyrac and Combeferre, and Grantaire finds out firsthand that Enjolras gets horny when he drinks. He deals with it as best he can.)
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“Quiet again?” Hyacinthus teased. Apollo huffed, though he knew his protests would be nothing to stop the cruel onslaughts. “Do I have to be speaking at every moment, Hyacinthus?” That received an amused shake of the head. “You do not. I merely just find that you are quiet when you are embarrassed. It’s something I’ve noticed about you.”
Huh. Hyacinthus was very perceptible, it seemed. It was like the Spartan could read him like a book. “You are doing it on purpose, then?” He said instead. Hyacinthus pulled away to face him, and Apollo silently mourned the loss of the warmth of his head on his shoulder. “Obviously.” He said matter–of–factly. “I am not so oblivious, Apollo.”
“You are evil.”
“Perhaps. If I am perceived that way.”
No. Hyacinthus was not evil. He was the opposite. He was beauty, grace, and kindness.
“...you are not evil.”
“Thank you.”
OR; just some silly gays and some silly first kisses :) continuation of my other Hyapollo fic (technically? ig?)
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23 Jun 2026
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We need a title! At least 1 character long, please by orphan_account
Fandoms: Ancient Greek Religion & Lore
17 Feb 2021
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Headcannons and shit
I am a flower stan
They’re so cute it hurtsBookmarked by StrawberrySea
21 Jun 2026
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I need this.. like... After everything they through
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“I loved him so, so much. I loved him in every way, and he loved me just the same. I knew it wouldn’t be forever.”
He smiled sadly. “But by gods, did I hope and pray every day that it would be.”
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my interpretation of the story of Apollo and Hyacinthus, with a focus on the aftermathtitle from “Till Forever Falls Apart” by Ashe and Finneas
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21 Jun 2026