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There was no one else there except for him, but Luka knew that he would be able to recognize him in a crowd. The neat uniform, red tie violating the dress code that no one dared to point out for whatever reason, jet-black hair spilling in straight shards over his forehead and eyes. His eyes were dark, impossibly so, with bright red pupils that looked like bloodthirst incarnate, a threat more than a warning. Or maybe Luka just villainized him a little bit more than he should. But those eyes looked at him with unbearable contempt and Ivan flicked a sculpted eyebrow, maybe still expecting a reply.
No, Luka would never not recognize him. Even among a hundred crowds. Because never in his whole life had he wanted to punch the smile off of someone's face this bad.
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“Did the..” Ivan blinked. He was pretty sure he heard nothing. “... Oven go off?”
“Microwave,” Luka corrected kindly.
“Microwave.” Ivan was even more confused, now. “When did it…”
Luka tilted his head, and smiled. Gently. Like this was a no brainer, because making a personal snack during work hours was beyond the point. “My ability.”
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Yoichi’s previously wrathful eyes fell upon the growing bulge in his husband's pants. Straining against the fabric, imposing itself more than Rin ever did. Rin looked down at it, then up at Yoichi. Down then up. Down then up, then at Sae whose chopsticks thunked against the plate, his mouth falling open.
“Don't…” Rin grumbled weakly, face red against Yoichi’s increasingly more amused stare. “Don't look at my boner while we're fighting, shitty Isagi.”
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“Is this your new safeword?” Isagi pointed out unhelpfully in response.
“Does it look like a fucking safeword,” Michael thrusted into Isagi impatiently, seeming pissed off, even at the helpless moan that gurgled out of Isagi's throat. “Yoichi?”
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Because the more Ivan stares at his husband, drinks him up with his eyes, the more he understands why and how Helen of Troy’s face moved warships. The more he stares, when those irises of molten gold stare back at him, the more fury forms in his gut and snarls like a living thing, and the more he detests that his husband is allowed out into the merciless world where one too many eyes would leer, ogle, and fantasize.
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“Babe?” Ivan breathed over her ear sleepily, wanting to inquire and lacking the energy. Draped his entire upper body over hers, realizing it was suddenly, slightly larger, and realizing as his arms wrapped around her chest that it was rather flat. “Everything alright?”
His eyes, that have been droopy and bleary just a few seconds ago, blinked open when Io shifted. Well. What must have been Io. A little different, but there was no way in hell someone could feel that similar to her, without being her. It was her, right?
Right?
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“Can't,” The word dragged on too long and he blurted out before Ivan’s judgmental gaze could settle on him. “I'm pregnant.”
At seventeen, Till faked his pregnancy to his first-sight crush.
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His hair, wild and damp, fell softly over his forehead and nape. Ivan washed it with gentle, calloused hands, smoothing it in wavy patterns, although the slimy texture that stuck to it took more effort to wash down and made Ivan physically coil at the touch. Luka shut his eyes, feeling the warm water spill all the way down his scalp and to the bottom of the tub. He liked to believe it would, finally, somehow, cleanse him.
“You can stop,” he mumbled, hesitant, because he didn't want Ivan to stop.
“I can wash myself.” He couldn't, and he knew it.
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Leapt from bridges, watching cityscapes turn to dust by yoixhette
Fandoms: Blue Lock (Manga), Blue Lock (Anime)
02 Aug 2025
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Genuinely, even as the executive in charge of guarding the delicate relationship of Japan and Germany’s mafia alliance, Michael would let both syndicates burn if it means Yoichi and Rin remain safe and sound. It isn’t a choice, rather a conviction, and it's everything an executive shouldn't be, but he couldn't care less than how little he cared. Tokyo itself could rise into flames and Berlin could blow up and he would set the bomb off himself if a hair on either of their heads got harmed.
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Take my pulse between your teeth, and bite by yoixhette
Fandoms: Alien Stage (Web Series)
27 Jun 2025
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He left Luka's bloodied lips and lowered his head, biting haphazardly around the burnt but still tender skin of Luka's neck. Luka whimpered when he felt Till’s sharp teeth wrap around his artery. Beating dangerously close, dangerously inside the warmth of Till’s mouth, and had he wanted to bite it off and drench Luka’s cherubic figure in crimson, he would have done just that, just then. But instead, Till kissed the pulse with a quietness that almost felt like affection.
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“But hey,” Luka offered helpfully after a short moment, his stupidly beautiful face looking at Till’s, his golden eyes gleaming. “I'll let you use the outlet if you sleep with me and Ivanie”
“Are you kidding me?”
It came out of Till's mouth sharper than expected, as if he just touched live wire. His expression twisted, and Luka batted those long lashes at him. “What? It's a noble and fair deal”
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“God,” he mumbled under his breath. Grabbed Luka from his blond hair a little tightly as if to warn, except the bastard moaned louder. “Are you fucking crazy?”
“I… Ivanie is pushing me,” Luka mumbled, blinking those golden eyes like a mass destruction weapon. Maybe they were. “Can't… it's too tight here, and you're–”
“I'm?” Till dared him to continue. Dared him to finish the sentence.
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But Till turns around, just in time to catch those eyes of molten gold sparkle in his direction. Luka is slightly hunched over in front of the mirror, combing his golden curls into a tiny bun. The white suit is cinched at the waist and open from parts Till doesn't want to see, and the faint light runs over the curve of Luka’s bare back. Till lets it all fade into the silence that follows.
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“You're cute sometimes,” Luka’s voice was saccharine sweet, teasing. Almost like he chose to be naked against him and they weren't forced to entertain the aliens’ prying eyes. Till felt, discovered, against his will, the sharp dip of Luka's collarbones and the tenderness of his breasts, and just how supple his skin was, all bruises and old scars included. It felt like a warm heaven against his fingertips. “Why aren't you always like this?”
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Isagi never expected to fall in love with Itoshi Rin and Itoshi Sae, in different circumstances, but at the same time.
He never expected them to love him back. He never expected he'd unfold their little secrets and discover how dirty they got their hands on the regular.
And he definitely never expected to become the trigger of a gang war.
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But it seemed, just as it had been reputed around the whole of Anakt garden, Luka was a performer. A pleaser. And, as if his slender, purple fingertips grasped at the threads of Till’s oh so devastating anger, he lowered them towards him with a dangerous smile, a siren waiting to feast on their gullible human prey. He craned his head and licked the blood off Till’s cupid bow, the salty, metallic taste lingering on his tongue, his eyes regaining their precious golden gleam.
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Ivan wasn't suicidal.
If that meant anything, back to square one. There he stood, discreetly glancing at the love of his life, a few steps away yet miles too far. His metallic eyes distant as if he had died along with Mizi who hadn't even died. Death was easy, so easy. And Till, unlike Ivan, was suicidal.
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“So that's a no,” Yoichi nodded knowingly, and Rin thought he maybe imagined the smirk that crept on the striker's face. Yoichi felt another part of his earlier beliefs fade away. A good alpha, a good person.
Whatever. Sorry, Iyo, perhaps you didn't raise your son like this.
Yoichi brought his face closer to Rin's, breath brushing against Rin's lips, his deep blue eyes darkened. “My bad, I don't happen to have a condom on me. I can stop if you want me to.”
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“Micha,” Isagi's voice is gentler, and his hand travels to Kaiser's cheek. Kaiser flinches on instinct. But it doesn't hurt, no, rather, it stops him from hurting. It breaks the wall so carefully and beautifully– a wall this close to shatter into star stuff and vanish away. Isagi continues, his eyes softening. “Whatever it is, it's over, now.”
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Kaiser just wants Isagi to notice something he got especially to impress him. Alas, Isagi is a little too tired for that shit.