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“I won,” his gruff voice echoed in the bathroom.
Hakari tried to smile at her, water droplets already covering his entire face, and he ended up spitting blood in the sink before it could fully form on his face. Kirara wanted to chuckle at him, but it came out as more of a sigh instead.
The light was flickering again in the bathroom, even if it hadn’t been that long since they changed the lightbulb. Her feet were starting to get cold.
or; kirara patches hakari up after a fight, after coming home in the middle of the night.
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moonflower's tale by paperdrevms
Fandoms: とんがり帽子のアトリエ | Tongari Boushi no Atelier | Witch Hat Atelier (Anime)
30 Jun 2026
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By the time Qifrey put his pen down, it was already dark outside. Their little house was basking in silence, and the occasional flicker of the lamp was the only form of existence that disturbed the stillness.
Qifrey guessed that it was well into the night, and that everyone was already sleeping, or maybe almost everyone. He still had a chance to find an exhausted, but still very much awake Olruggio.
or; sleepy, silly orufrey
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“Well, aren’t you eager?” Illuga teased, growing more comfortable in Flins’ arms.
“It is rather hard not to be, especially when it comes to you, Master Illuga,” Flins said with a bit of a sigh and more of a nuzzle against Illuga’s hair.
“Well, Sir Flins,” Illuga huffed an amused laugh, the nickname sounding foreign on his tongue after not being used for quite a while, “this Young Master would be most pleased if you showed the same excitement when it came to handing in your reports on time.”
The distance between them was so scarce that he could feel Flins tense behind him.
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“Flins, be honest with me,” and maybe he was running on too little sleep, making his mouth a bit too loose, “is there a problem with it? Does it not get up?”
Flins froze.
“What?”
“Your–”
“Dear Master Illuga,” Flins sat by the edge of the bed. “There’s no need to continue that sequence of words,” he gently explained, ignoring the blush that rose to his pale cheeks.
It wasn’t often that he managed to fluster the ever so teasing Flins.
“We can find a way to work this out,” Illuga insisted, his hand finding Flins' to hold it in empathy.
or; 5 times they almost do it, and 1 time they actually do it.
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Without any lack of hesitation, and acting as if he was willingly stepping into his own grave, Jisung pushed the bar entrance door open, making the bells attached to it chime and announce his presence in actual heaven, because the first thing he saw was an ethereal angel.
Not the biblical kind.
Or maybe he actually stepped into his grave, given the way love suddenly struck him, or how the most beautiful being was smiling at him, and welcoming Jisung.
or; office worker han jisung falling in love with cross dresser lee minho in a gay bar
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“Baby,” Kinji says softly, crawling up over her body. She squeezes her eyes shut, turns her head, can’t help that her lips have settled into a pout. “Baby.” Kinji repeats, closer now, his voice that low growl that does all sorts of things to her. He’s half resting on her body, half on the bed, his elbows planted above her shoulders. She can feel the rough of his jacket against her skin.
“Outside clothes on the bed disgust me.” She says and doesn’t open her eyes. There’s a pause. She feels the weight of him, the warmth of him leaving, hears the rustle of clothes as he takes off his jacket, his shirt, hears the clink of his belt buckle and the metallic sound of his zipper. She shivers despite herself, thighs clenching together, hands lifting up to play idly with her choker.
The bed dips and sways and then the warm scent of him is back, his sweat and the sandalwood cologne she buys for him, deep with green moss, light around the edges with citrus peel.
“Baby,” He repeats, laying himself over her, his thick muscles caging her into the bed. She’s covered in his warmth– her golden glowing sun. “Look at me, pretty girl.”
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28 Jun 2026
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holy fuck. wow. okay. um. wow. WOW I LOVE THIS SO BAD
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“It’s a lot to ask, but how do you feel about pretending to date Mu Qing for a weekend?”
Feng Xin forcibly refocuses his energy on a breathing exercise he was taught. It’s one for controlling emotions and anger; a slow count down from ten. He’s not going to throw the coffee cup at the window and ask Xie Lian what the hell he’s thinking while grabbing him by the shirt collar and shaking him like a playful dog with a chew toy, even if the question deserves that kind of response.
“There is no possible way,” he finally says through gritted teeth, “that I would voluntarily share a hotel room with Mu Qing and pretend to be in love with him in front of strangers.”
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Xie Lian and Hua Cheng accidentally book two couples' vacations in Las Vegas. Rather than wasting the extra tickets, Xie Lian invites Feng Xin and Mu Qing to join them.
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17 Mar 2026
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this was so genuinely amazing, got me out of my reading slump like it was nothing
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Feng Xin blinks back a few more snowflakes, and squints. It’s hard to tell how much further they have to climb to reach the summit, or if the beast might ambush them somewhere along the slope instead, like a complete asshole. He’s never had to deal with one of them before, since they usually keep to themselves in their mountains in the southwest and northeast. There’s stories about people being able to reason with them, but there’s also stories about them ripping apart limbs and eating them in a frenzied hunger, so it probably isn’t worth hoping for a gentle conversation on top of the peak where the snow beast agrees to leave.
“You should pull your cloak a little tighter,” Feng Xin adds after a second, and reaches out a hand to adjust Mu Qing’s fur collar. “Don’t freeze to death before you can be useful.”
Mu Qing’s lips might look a little blue, but his cheeks and the tip of his nose are still red. “Shut up. Walk.”
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Mu Qing and Feng Xin piss off Snow Master, fight a Yeti, and are forced to share body heat to stay warm.
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23 Mar 2026
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Xianle Immortals by Tyelperintal
Fandoms: 天官赐福 - 墨香铜臭 | Tiān Guān Cì Fú - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
08 Jul 2021
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Black hockey skates with white laces appear in front of him, and when Mu Qing looks up, he finds a gloved hand reaching towards him, offering to help him up.
Mu Qing takes the offered hand, struggling to sit up on bruised knees before he gingerly picks himself up and balances on the blades of his comparatively delicate figure skates.
“What,” he hisses as he reaches down to dust off the front of his leggings, “is your fucking problem? Did someone hit you in the head? Are you stupid?”
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Mu Qing is training for a figure skating competition. Feng Xin is on the local hockey team, and keeps getting in his way.
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22 Mar 2026
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i would like this engraved on my forehead its so beautiful and soft and sweet and everything i ever wanted
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“Like, you could’ve said that I’m–”
“So brave and strong for surviving? Oh, I was so, so worried. Good job for surviving so long without me,” Mu Qing says, rolling his eyes while drawling out the last sentence, words so saccharine they send chills creeping down his spine. “Good boy, Feng Xin.”
A strange, warm tingle spreads through Feng Xin's body, all the way to the tips of his fingers, as he feels his face flush.
The first realization that strikes his poor, poor heart: Mu Qing staring at him with his piercing, slightly mean gaze, saying nice things about him however sarcastic it may be, makes his heart burst and skin burn.
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