Plume de Lynx

cuchylainx Uncategorized April 23, 2018December 9, 2018 1 Minute

“Yuuri, my Yuuri,” he mumbled back as Yuuri kissed along his stubbly jawline, “why can’t I go with you, I can’t be without you,” and Yuuri gripped his shoulders hard and kissed him again, painfully te

So today I spent the day crying over this WWII-era fic Blackbird by @thetwoguineabook

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Published April 23, 2018December 9, 2018

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