They hadn’t run away, not really. Sure, they had slipped away in the middle of the night, and sure, they hadn’t told a soul where they were going, even though Steve had known they should have told someone. They had left notes though, for whoever might be the first person to visit either of their apartments, probably Sam; notes explaining that they’d be gone for the better part of three months, that they were fine and just needed some time away.
Okay, maybe they had run away.
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Written for the @buckybarnesevents Build-A-Bucky Bingo's April prompt 'Domestic'
I LOVE casual and discreet touch in queer books. Where one lover will gently draw a hand across the others cheek or ruffle the others hair and lean against his chest, where she fixes her beloveds hair or holds her hand and press their foreheads together. It's such a sweet unspoken promise, such gentle reassurance; I feel you and we are together, joined if only in this small way.
favourite 2023 releases → IN MEMORIAM by alice winn
Ellwood smiled, and a sudden, dry bleakness spread over Gaunt’s heart as he thought of Hercules, and Hector, and all the heroes in myth who found happiness briefly, only for it not to be the end of the story.