imagine your otp as both tired, broken souls. they always stay up till four in the morning just talking and occasionally having half-hearted banter, drinking old whiskey and smoking and doing all other kinds of things they know are bad for them but they can't stop doing, because the truth is they don't want to stop. they know they will never be whole or complete again, but they will love whatever is left of each other.
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otp imaginings
Fanfictionsnippets for your otp. gender neutral pronouns, polyamory friendly. mostly heartwarming, fluffy moments. please vote and comment so i can know what you like and improve my writing! thank you for all the love and support <3
