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He was barefoot, sitting on the riverbed, platinum hair dancing in the wind. His ivory white foot was dipped into the cool river of May, the sleeves of his chiffon blouse billowed with the wind.
Kinich was just passing by, yet the moment his eyes caught the sight of the boy, he was in awe.
With great difficulty and nervousness, Kinich managed to say, “Would you like to walk in the grass fields?”
The sea of rainbow roses and marcottes thrived in the warm glow of the afternoon sun. Pink and red coloring the lush and green grass.
The boy kept looking at him, still not speaking a single thing. Then he looked back towards the river’s flowing water, looked at the refraction of his foot inside the chilling water.
“Then,” Kinich tried again, “would you like to go into the woods?”
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“Winter arrives, the ice thickens. What’s frozen within, snow nor wind cannot discern.
Spring awakens, its warmth unfurls. What is left of the ice? A pool of clear water.”Alternatively,
Enhypen high school AU with typical teen drama.
If you’re not in for some heavy clichés, then this story is greatly not recommended.
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that which rips your heart with joy by FallingSand
Fandoms: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
21 Feb 2026
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"Okay," Illuga says in a whisper, then once more as if assuring himself, a steadier squeeze to Flins's hand when he says more sure, more certain: "I'm ready now."
Oh, dear. What an endearing little spark he's found. Flins is half-tempted to pluck a piece of him to devour in entirety. It would be Flins' right, as the holder of this boy's name, and to use up the debt Illuga unknowingly crafted himself.
Perhaps this very night. A fleeting memory for the boy that he will lose over time, anyway, as human memory is wont to do. Flins could simply—nudge that timeline along, quicken its erasure until its sits whole and content in the vessel of his body to taste and experience whenever he may so desire as the years pass, lost to this child, made but a dream or an illusion.
Flins closes his eyes, squeezes gentle, ever so soft against the steady pulse beneath the pads of his fingers as he lets Illuga continue to hold his hand. Waves the idea of taking something away with a rueful craving that will linger long after Flins has returned to his lighthouse and bid the child goodbye.
Flins offers his protection as a marriage price. It really only gets worse for him from there.
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22 Feb 2026
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“Hmph... I'm probably the only man who takes your armor off this frequently.”
How proud and how smug he sounds as he says this...
It's absolutely irresistible, Varka thinks, his own smile fading, now bare chested, noticing the very moment the younger man becomes distracted, losing focus upon admiring his body, before proceeding to take his gauntlets off, “You are.” Varka confirms, fueling the younger man's ego.
He cups his chin-- he is so small and fragile to him, Varka is always careful, lifting it up to gently face him, “You know me best.”
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17 Feb 2026
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"'Flins'?" Flins asked, his tone mildly surprised but courteous. "I am seldom called as such. Why, my good sir, do I perhaps know you? If I do, please forgive me for I cannot remember."
"Hang on a second." Illuga grabbed the edge of Flins' coat. "If Flins is not the name you're used to, what do they call you?"
"Ah. My apologies." Flins took his hat and bowed, his grace and elegance untouched by the howling snow. He took Illuga's fingers and pressed them to his lips—much like the first time they met. "Allow me to introduce myself, my good sir. Around these parts, I am called Kyryll, the Azure Flame."
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- Part 3 of faelightisms
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16 Feb 2026
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ABO.XinluYuri || Ngày tháng năm by Leciel0310
Fandoms: 패션: 라가 - 유우지 | Passion: Raga - Yuujii (Webnovel)
01 Feb 2026
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trong căn phòng
đèn ấm
hoa thơm
có người
vẫn đợi...Bookmarked by relatablechump
16 Feb 2026
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Illuga is used to receiving all of Flins’s flattery. But knowing it's all nothing but lip service doesn't change the distance that Flins keeps between them, or how his sweet words linger on his mind. One night, he visits the Final Night Cemetery as usual and forgets this fact.
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07 Feb 2026