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Set during season 1. After studying Harry Truman for a week, Dale comes to the conclusion that they would be extremely compatible for a quick sexual tryst.
Dale might be wrong.
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A precise calculation. Dale lifted his head from his arms and dropped his gaze to the man’s soft lips.He let his eyes linger for a moment before blinking up at Harry. Exactly 3.45 seconds to be precise. Long enough for Harry to notice, short enough for him to ignore it if he wanted to.
Harry did not ignore it.
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- Part 1 of The art of fragrance layering
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A post canon fix it.
When Dale returned to Twin Peaks 7 years after entering the Black Lodge, Harry has to navigate his feelings for the man while trying to piece together the cause of Dale's deteriorating mental health.
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The one thing they didn't do was try to talk.Harry never pushed or prodded for information about Dale’s time away. Not once. Years of being the Sheriff showed him that sometimes, you just have to wait for someone to be ready to talk.
And Harry was certain he would wait forever and ever and ever for his friend to come back to him.
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“I’ve been trying but I couldn’t fall asleep. Is there room for me on that cot?”
Francis sighed and scooted over. “Take off your clothes,” he whispered. Hawkeye’s belt buckle hit the floor with a clatter.
“I’m sorry, I know you had a long day too, it’s just-”
“Hawkeye. Be good for me and be quiet.”
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Falling in love in the worst of circumstances. What you want vs what you need.
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"Hello, all!" Francis said cheerfully, and looked around—it seemed that taking his trip to brush his teeth beforehand had made him the last to arrive. "Where should I sleep?"
"You're over here, Father," Hawkeye called, gesturing to the cot that was beside his own. "We drew straws for who'd get stuck snuggling up to who for body heat. And you," Hawkeye teased, "not being here to defend yourself, drew the short one by default." He was grinning crookedly at him in that way that always made Francis' face flush all the way up to his ears. Thank goodness for the frigid wind he'd just come in from that was surely offering him some amount of plausible deniability.
A freezing night and yet another fuel shortage means another night of huddling up in The Swamp.
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Tan Youyou straightens and presses another kiss to Giovanni’s lips, this one short and chaste. Giovanni is beautiful, so of course he thrills at the sensation of their bodies coming together even if the pleasure is only one-sided. Giovanni does try, though. When they come apart, he touches Tan Youyou’s cheek with one hand before stroking his hair from his eyes. It’s something.
“Good job.” Tan Youyou butts his forehead up against Giovanni’s chest, taking in the faint floral scent of him. But that’s not the only thing. This close, he can sense Giovanni’s Whimancy coursing through him like a surging tide, a rain-swollen river. Giovanni is a powerful stylist—almost too powerful to be believed.
There’s something uncanny about it.
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Newcomer Giovanni knows things about Stoneville that he shouldn’t. Tan Youyou decides to find out why and in the process unearths the village’s dark secret.