Villa wipes his hands against his jeans, palms already wet with perspiration. This idea was grand and inspiring a day and a thousand miles away, but in the present, he is scared. His mind is a steady stream of ‘what ifs’ like what if Silva had already moved on, what if Silva hated his guts, or what if Silva just slammed the door in
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Sorry that this took so long ;_; I'm a lazy bitch, there's really no other excuse.
And yes, Silva in drag fic kekekekekekekekekeke.... seriously thinking about adding that to the 'to do' list ^^;
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mhmmmmmmmm smut of the Silva/Villa variation??? YES PLEASE
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I can't lie and say that Silva/Adam haven't slowly crept up on my Silva/Villa OTP, but if you write a smutty epilogue, I will definitely not be ignoring it as I did the certain wizarding epilogue.
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i was so glad to see the return of my beloved DOOR! (it stole the show really with "freckled bringer of fried foods" and the hysterical snorting that ensued.)
even in silva's fragility and brokenness i was glad to see him snark back, "man-up" as it were. we had a meeting of the minds once about men being men, and you sure walked the walk here.
if only all things so long-anticipated would turn out this well. what a lovely conclusion. and, as if that weren't enough, there's mention of a smut-drenched epilogue? just...gah!
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So, thank you!
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