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There’s more to peace than the absence of war. The work is as hard and uncertain as any Shinobi mission.
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26 May 2026
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“But to be a shinobi is synonymous with pain and death?”
“Yes.” He spoke with heavy certainty.
“No,” she refuted. They’d stopped walking again and stood looking at each other.
He looked surprised.
“No,” she repeated. “No. I’ve watched the shinobi children play, and the sparring between friends, and they are a joy to behold. There’s beauty and competence and so much talent! Shinobi are capable of being so much more than just killers. Shinobi have the best healers in all the land, send the quickest messages, are capable of building houses in a day. There is, somewhere out there, a shinobi who shares the skills of the first Hokage and the first Hokage built the forest! Why is that shinobi fighting rather than building basic houses for refugees and elaborate temples to the glory of the gods? Where are our farm fields and our decorative parks? Why is Konoha’s reputation that of the first shinobi village and not as the most beautiful city in the world? Why does Konoha pay tribute to the Daimyo rather than the Daimyo paying the village for the honor of hosting it in his lands?”
She was panting. And with that realization she winced. At this point, Kakashi would probably consider her a traitor as well. She took a deep breath and let it out as she folded her hands, and lowered her eyes.
“Well, now you have to marry me.”
Her eyes jerked back up to his. He seemed to be smiling, although it was tempered with grief.
“There have been arguments about who should be the next Hokage. I’m one of the options because I’m strong enough and old enough, with famous enough students, but none of us who are, want the position or have any particular vision of what to do with the power. You have the vision. If you marry me, I’ll accept the position, and you can guide it.”
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People often forget that Hiraishin is a space-time technique. It can affect time alongside space. What awaits Tobirama Senju as he is sent fifty years into the future by an incomplete Hiraishin seal?
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25 May 2026
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He couldn't help his own lips from twitching upwards. This was the reason Konoha had been founded. To protect and nurture the next generation. Somewhere along the way that ideal had been lost to time. But Tobirama would bring it back, kicking and screaming if he had to. The past has already passed but there's always hope for the future.
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Here Before and After Me by Name_Changed_For_Legal_Reasons
Fandoms: Naruto (Anime & Manga)
13 Feb 2026
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Tobirama slowly lifted the blanket back up, revealing the child to have neither magically dissapeared, nor spontaneously started making sense in the time he'd spent wishing them to.
Slight correction to his earlier statment; There was a small, unfamiliar Hatake child laying in Tobirama's bed.
Or, 6 year old Kakashi gets zapped back to the warring states. Tobirama picks him up by the scruff and immediatley invokes finders keepers rules
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10 May 2026
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"Oh." Kakashi stared at Hashirama, a sudden understanding lighting up his eyes. "You're stupid."
Hashirama gaped.
Tobirama snorted, the noise seeming to surprise even himself as his hand immediately came up to clamp over his mouth.
Hashirama's silent, offended gaping grew louder in it's silence as his jaw dropped even lower.
"Ah—!" Kakashi blinked hard, hands coming up to cover his own mouth in what was almost a little mimicry of Tobirama. "I mean— You aren't stupid, Hokage-sama, I mean um— Hashirama-sama— my apologies, I didn't mean to— I mean, it just kind of—"
Behind him, hand still over his mouth, Tobirama had begun to tremble.
"Tobirama! We have had this child for all of five minutes and you've already managed to INFECT HIM!"
"I'm sorry Hashirama-sama, I didn't mean it, you really aren't— I mean—"
Hashirama walked over and picked Kakashi up.
"UM."
"I am confiscating you."
"UM???"
"No more children in the house Otouto! Not if you're going to turn them against me!"
"That's hardly fair—" Tobirama managed between what Hashirama knew was his brother's own version of silent, near unnoticeable laughter.
"No! Clan head rules! Me and Kakashi are going to introduce him to the clan while you stay here with your miserable tea."
Kakashi began to squirm in his hold, kicking lightly at empty air. "Don't worry, the bad man can't feed you silly ideas about your great and wonderful cousin anymore, my sweet child." Hashirama sang, petting his head.
Kakashi stared at him in disbelief, kicking harder.
Tobirama's silent laughter was quickly approaching being audible, his little brother having to lean against the counter to help support him through his shakes.
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In the AU world where everyone is born with an egg that contains the only clue as to who their soulmate is, there is even more drama. For there are more than just child killing squads running around. Can soul bonds really bloom in a cruel world like this?
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07 Apr 2026
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So you two are soulmates?" Hashirama asked, sounding both hesitant and excited, looking between the two men and their Heartlings. Madara's Heartling - Rama-kun - had taken up a defiant stance on his human's shoulder, his tail flicking about in what would have been an intimidating manner had he not been small enough to fit fully in an adult man's palm, like all Heartlings were. Small red eyes were glaring at everyone who might dare intrude upon his human. Madara looked a bit uncomfortable to be the center of scrutiny and ... sad? Uncertain?
Oh! Tobirama was still technically engaged to another, wasn't he? Well, that just wouldn't do. Hadn't Hashirama offered before a chance to find a way to cancel the engagement? There might be a chance after all, for him and Madara.
"Yes," Madara answered quietly, hesitantly, eyes looking away from Tobirama and Tobirama-
"Oh, thank kami," he breathed out and all but sprang to his feet, startling Izuna and Toka away from him. The white haired man marched over to his opposite, meeting surprised and hopeful Sharingan eyes that were scrutinizing him for a possible lie. For the best, probably, so that they don't waste any time on convincing of truthfulness and the such. "I had been wondering if fate was cruel. You cannot imagine my relief and joy at finding out these news. I may not be Uchiha but I am not sure if my heart would have been able to take my longing for you for long. Perhaps fate is the exact opposite of cruel. Could you imagine if this had not happened and I actually got married? Unacceptable."
"You ... You want this?" Tobirama tilted his head to the side, surprised by how surprised Madara sounded, so completely in contrast with the man as he usually knew him.
"Of course. I know I wasn't direct but I did just imply that I am in love with you, Madara. It was ... far too easy to fall, really. You being my soulmate is a blessing I could have never asked for. Well, I could have and I would have but you weren't exactly fond of me until very recently."
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Day 7: Free Day
Its unhinged glinting eyes slid over the white Senju as it swooped past and in that moment the Senju Demon’s glowing ruby orbs turned and looked it straight in the eyes, furious and utterly terrifying.
The ghost stopped short, petrified.
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In which the Uchiha can see ghosts and Senju Tobirama has a whole hoard of them
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31 Mar 2026
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The Wraith dived straight for the little brown-white haired one and it bolted in terror, crying hysterically as it dove behind the Senju Demon, clutching at the empty air that was the Demon’s arm. The Wraith closed in, mouth wide and the Senju's hand flew out in a two fingered sign his face thunderous, and the Wraith burst.
Madara's ears were ringing in his skull. That was impossible. It was not possible. The living couldn’t affect the dead. Madara knows, he had tried. Yet the Senju Demon— who Madara realized, eyes widening, was able to see ghosts, it hadn’t been a fluke last time Senju Tobirama had actually, really, stared a ghost down and it had fled — had done the impossible and had utterly destroyed a Wraith with a single blow.
Madara watched with wide eyes as the sandy haired ghost with the little cross on its cheek and the two-toned brown and white ghost emerged from behind the Senju Demon, the Senju Demon who could see them and who had saved them. Madara inhaled sharply in disbelief.
The little brown and white haired one twittered and flitted around, eyes searching its surroundings still unsettled as it wrung its hands together anxiously. It turned its head hiding its waving chocolaty brown locks and Madara’s eyes widened in shock.
Senju Tobirama. It looked like Senju Tobirama, he inhaled shakily, mind reeling. He glanced at the sandy haired one with a sinking feeling in his stomach. Hashirama had had three brothers after all, and two of them had died before they’d even reached the age of ten. They were Hashirama’s little brothers.
And, he faltered, drawing himself together, they were Senju Tobirama’s little brothers too.
Madara called for a retreat.
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When the Shine's Worn Off by ftld for ricochet
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime & Manga)
14 Dec 2025
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Satoru was in the passenger seat of Nanami’s car, quietly laughing at the plain, black umbrella rolling in the foot well when it hit him. Fifty kmph, straight to the chest.
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10 Feb 2026
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This was a different sort of courage than Satoru knew existed. Because he wasn’t wrong—he was never wrong. But what if he was wrong? It’d ruin everything. Not just for him, but for Tsumiki, for the silly sandwich YouTube channel, for society at large.
Too bad Satoru couldn’t possibly hold it back. “Do you love me?”
Nanami was surprised but only let it be known through twitches. He chewed on Satoru’s question for a long breath. “Yes, I think I do.”
“Okay.” A weight Satoru had long become accustomed to evaporated in an instant. He nodded. “Okay.”
“Do you love me?” Nanami asked.
“Of course.” Yet another blisteringly complex moment wrapped up in the soft shape of an ‘oh.’ Funny how that was never the question. Satoru didn’t tend to debate his emotions; he ignored them as he saw fit.
"Okay,” Nanami answered in kind. “Does this mean you’re done freaking out, Gojo? Because I won’t lie, this has been funny, but it’s getting to be a bit embarrassing for you.”
Satoru’s heart went aflutter again. It never failed, how mortifying.
“And this face you keep making,” Nanami said, wagging his forefinger in Satoru’s face. “Like what is this dopey ass face you keep looking at me with? What is happening to you?”
Satoru laughed. “You keep calling me Gojo.”
“That’s your name,” Nanami said, exasperated. “I’m not calling you some cheesy, obnoxious, stupid—”
Satoru kissed him before Nanami could brainstorm too many ideas on that front. He could explain but he could also tuck it close, bury it as something precious, and see what became of it. “I just meant I like hearing you say my name.”
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The young man standing there was nothing like the lord of the castle Lighter had pictured — his youth shone through, for one, and he had no beard to speak of, blue or otherwise. His hair seemed to glow silver in the dim light, contrasting the dark, long sleeved tunic he wore. If it wasn’t for the silver hair, he would have blended well with the darkness.
And yet, despite the dark, his eyes — deep aquamarine, like the deep sea, calm but belied a quiet rage — seemed to glow with an inner starshine Lighter couldn’t comprehend. He was, perhaps, the most beautiful creature Lighter had ever seen.
Shame, to meet such beauty in a place like the Hollow.The Tower Hollow asks for a sacrifice of a young woman every decade. When his friend was chosen, Lighter decided he couldn’t stand idly by and went in her place. He’d heard the lord of the castle that resided within the Hollow was a striking man with long, strikingly blue beard, but the man greeting him didn’t match the description.
Loosely based on the fairy tale Bluebeard.Bookmarked by mintoroshi
01 Jan 2026
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Lighter gritted his teeth. “Wait, Ceasar! It’s fine. Please trust me on this.” He turned back to Wise without waiting for Ceasar’s response. “Wise, please…”
“We both know it will all come down to this,” Wise said, eyes glued on the orb. “I’m already corrupted. You know that. The moment I step out of this Hollow, I’ll — “
“Don’t say that!” Lighter snapped. “Don’t… don’t say it.” Don’t make it real.
Something thudded behind him. Lighter turned to look, realizing it was one of the messengers who went to tell Lucy that she was to go as a sacrifice. Now, he recognized him as the wolf Thiren in Wise’s memories.
“Hello, Lycaon,” Wise greeted.
Lycaon staggered. “Master Wise,” he breathed.
Wise simply directed his smile at Lycaon. Lighter was beginning to hate that smile. “I hope you’re getting along well with Hugo these days,” he said. “At the very least, don’t make Vivian and your other maids act like your go-between.”
For his part, Lycaon regained his composure quickly. He straightened and kept his face neutral, though his tail visibly drooped. “We are doing well, Master Wise,” he said, prim and proper. “Miss Vivian told us off some years ago. She has also started to look into your and Master Belle’s work on Hollow navigation. She doesn’t understand everything, but she wishes to spread the word on your work.”
Wise sighed. “She didn’t have to,” he murmured. “Please give her my thanks. I’m sure Belle feels the same.”
Lycaon’s gaze flickered around. “May I ask where she is?”
“You just missed her. Don’t worry, she just went ahead of me, a bit.”
Lighter shook his head. “I said don’t say that, Wise.”
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I'll love you in every lifetime by SpaceViking
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)
06 Oct 2025
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Gojo is a vampire, doomed to face eternity alone. He had made his peace with loneliness until a human, Nanami, showed up unexpectedly at his door. They fall in love, but Nanami still have to taste death, but promised to find Gojo again in his next life.
And so it keeps going. Gojo has to watch Nanami die in every lifetime, bury him, and wait centuries for him to reincarnate again.
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08 Dec 2025
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When Nanami tilted his head, baring his throat in obvious invitation, Gojo nearly sobbed.
“You remember.”
“Everything.” Nanami’s hand found the back of Gojo’s neck, guiding him closer. “Every death. Every goodbye. Every promise to find you in the next life, and the next.” His pulse beat visibly beneath the skin, life calling to its absence. “So take it. Take what’s yours.”
The bite was inevitable as a sunrise.
Gojo’s fangs found the familiar place where neck met shoulder, that spot that had known his mouth in a dozen different bodies. And as always, when he bit down, Nanami gasped in something closer to ecstasy than pain. His body bowed toward Gojo’s, hips rolling up, pushing against Gojo’s hard cock.
Blood filled Gojo’s mouth – hot, alive, tasting of memories shared across centuries. He drank carefully, feeling as Nanami’s breath stuttered. His hand slipped lower between their bodies, and before Gojo knew it, Nanami wrapped a hand around his cock.
It was nothing more than a tease, something to create agonising pleasure.
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gone baby by kwiewi
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)
15 Jun 2025
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"You might feel like that again," Satoru says. "You don't know who you'll meet. Life is pretty long. Maybe you'll find some nice girl to settle down with."
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15 Nov 2025
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Satoru," says a voice. An achingly familiar one, the same voice he hears in his dreams every other night. Satoru whips his head over, and there he is, stretched out in the seat across from him: Suguru, looking exactly like he did when he was seventeen. Strands of inky hair brushing his forehead, loose bun pinned to the top of his head, a cocky grin that gets softer the longer he smiles.
"Suguru, is that—" Satoru trails off, slumping in his seat. His glasses— the ones he hasn't worn since third year— slide down the bridge of his nose. He doesn't bother pushing it up. "Shit, I guess it's over, huh?"
"Yep. You finally died," Suguru smiles. "Congratulations. Didn't think you could do it."
He huffs, "Oh, shut up. Don't make this into a competition."
"Hey, Satoru. You're just as much of an eyesore as you were a few months ago," Kento says. Satoru startles again, and notices Kento sitting in the same row as Suguru, a few seats down. Kento smiles when their gazes meet. Gone are the glasses, the serious attitude, and even the extra stick that adult Kento had up his ass. Kento's sixteen going on seventeen too, just like him and Suguru.
"Shit, I didn't miss that haircut," Satoru says. "How did you ever pull it off, Kento? It makes you look like you're wearing a bad wig."
Kento gives him a flat look, "Do not talk to me about haircuts, albino porcupine."
"I do not look like a—"
"Can you two give it a rest?" Suguru interrupts, familiar exasperation lining his face. "It's been two minutes since Satoru got here."
"Two minutes too long. I thought that getting trapped in the prison realm would do some good for your character development, but I guess not," Kento says.
"How do you even know about that?" Satoru says incredulously. Kento just smiles in that cryptic way of his.
Satoru's chest is bubbling over, his heart threatening to climb out through his throat. He stares helplessly, gaze flickering between Suguru and Kento, not sure who to fix his gaze on. They're both so beautiful.
"I missed you guys so much," Satoru chokes out. "Seriously, I— oh god. I missed you guys."
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Nanami had joined Jujutsu Tech under the impression that the worst thing he would have to deal with is facing possible death on every mission involving curse spirits. No one had warned him about- about all this heat business and Gojo’s apparent feud with the school committee!
Nanami Kento was just an ordinary high school jujutsu sorcerer. Until he's not, that is.
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09 Nov 2025
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I wouldn’t mind kissing your ass, though,” Getou says as he moves away, and Nanami grabs the glass and gulps down more water to avoid choking on nothing again.
He glares at Gojo, who snickers at him as he digs into his pancakes, and the rest of breakfast goes on much more smoothly, as the two alphas stop snipping at each other.
They gather out on the small balcony in the living room, about an hour later, Getou leaning against the railing as he smokes while Nanami sits in one of the two wicker chairs there that had come with the apartment. Gojo, to Nanami’s exasperation, had insisted on cuddling up against him, even though there’s barely enough room for Nanami alone, so Nanami has half a lap of Gojo Satoru clinging to his side.
Gojo’s nosing at Nanami’s throat, while Nanami tries his best to ignore him altogether.
“Where shall we start, then?” Getou says, watching them with half-lidded eyes as he blows a stream of smoke out into the air.
Gojo stops moving in Nanami’s lap, and peers up at Getou from under Nanami’s chin. He snakes a hand to Nanami’s side and squeezes gently.
“How about Nanami throwing us aside like yesterday’s bread,” he says.
Nanami winces at his wording, but doesn’t defend himself; it’s not like Gojo’s completely wrong, anyway.
“I was pregnant.”
The silence that follows Nanami’s confession is similar to the heavy weight that he’s shouldered for the past six years. Gojo makes no indication that he’s surprised by it, while Getou takes a long drag from his cigarette as he looks out over the edge of the balcony.
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“I am well aware of my mortality,” Anaxa said. “It is what drives me to ask before the asking becomes impossible.”
“And what is it you wish to ask?”
Anaxa hesitated. He had rehearsed this moment in thought but not in truth. Now, before the embodiment of everything final and inevitable, words felt fragile. Still, he pressed on.
“Why do you destroy?”
Khaslana was destruction made flesh, never meant to feel or to stay. But in loving a mortal, he found not sin — but salvation.
When a god learns to cherish the world he was meant to end, what remains of divinity?
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03 Nov 2025
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Sometimes, when the evenings grew quiet, Phainon would sit at the window, hands resting on his knees, eyes distant. The firelight played across his face, casting both shadow and warmth upon it. Anaxa would join him, wordless, letting the silence stretch.
And once, softly, he asked, “Do you regret it?”
Phainon turned, blinking, as though surfacing from a dream. “Regret what?”
“Falling. Giving up what you were.”
There was a long pause, and in it, only the crackle of fire. Phainon lifted his hands, studying them in the dim light. They were broad, calloused, and human. Hands that had once torn suns apart now bore only the memory of warmth.
“I thought I might,” he said at last. “That I’d mourn the weight I lost. But when I look at these hands… I see they were meant for more than destruction.” He smiled faintly, eyes softening. “No, I do not regret it. For now, I destroy only the distance between us.”
Anaxa’s chest tightened at the words. He reached out, covering Phainon’s hand with his own, fingers weaving together like threads in a tapestry.
Phainon’s gaze lingered on their joined hands. The firelight flickered in his eyes, softening the once-merciless gold into something almost fragile. For a long time, neither spoke. The silence felt alive and weighted, but not heavy.
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Let your thoughts only be of love by MissMarshmallowFluff
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
31 Oct 2025
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The entrance to the city was marvelous. Known as the Path of Conquest, an ivory bridge decorated with gold extended all the way to the main gate. It was said that the winds of conquest blowing from the city could be felt from a distance away, which is why this was the path taken by the Kremnos army when they departed and returned from battle.
Fitting, Anaxa thought. In a way they were also going into a battle, a political one, but regardless. He stared at the soldiers stationed along the bridge in disappointment. None of those were worthy.
At the main gate, King Eurypon and Queen Gorgo awaited for their arrival. Yet, Anaxa's stare wandered to the man standing next to them. A tall, handsome, well-built man with messy light strawberry blond hair. Body covered in crimson tattoos, and adorned with gold jewelry. His yellow eyes with irises in the shape of a sun found Anaxa's aqua and magenta one.
Crown Prince Mydeimos.
Anaxagoras smiled. Yes, this was the one. He could definitely tame him.
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02 Nov 2025
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War devoured the physical world, but it couldn't stop the human spirit. Even in the darkest times, hope always surfaced from somewhere. Humanity's wrath stripped gods of their authority in the form of Mydeimos striking the Titan of strife down.
He ripped Nikador's head off with his bare hands. Swallowed the Titan's flesh, leaving not even the bones.
In a path forged with blood and flames, Mydeimos rose up as the demigod of Strife.
Amidst the gore and horror, the remaining warriors rejoiced at their victory. But how could he rejoice when his loved one was nowhere to be found?
The things that go unsaid are often the things that eat at you; whether because you didn’t get to have your say, or because the other person never got to hear you and really wanted to. Mydeimos smiled sadly at the thought that Anaxa would never be able to hear what he wanted to say.
The idea of reuniting one day, now laid as a foolish thought.
How will I know you? You'll feel warm between my palms, and I'll cup you like a handful of holy water.
Using his new power as the demigod of Strife, Crown Prince Mydeimos froze the movement of the stars, and with that, he froze fate itself.
He was born a champion's cub. Now, was the lion who became Lord of the Battlefield.
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Flins is a late-night bakery employee, and Varka is the tired streamer who keeps visiting him at two in the morning.
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28 Sep 2025
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“Next week I’ll be finishing Graveyard Shift,” Varka says, releasing his wrist. “And I’d love to know what the creator himself thinks.”
Flins, his hand halfway to his keys, freezes.
“So text me,” Varka calls, grinning. He waves as he sets off back down the street. “And I’ll tell you how much I’ve been enjoying your game.”
“Wait,” Flins blurts, rushing down the street after him. “Wait—how did you know? I never told you I was—”
Varka tips his head back and laughs.
Flins cuts himself off. He stares at Varka, at his crinkled eyes and his shimmering hair and his easy smile.
“Of course I knew,” Varka says, still smiling. “You made my love interest look exactly like yourself.”
“Love interest?” Flins asks blankly. Then his face flares with heat. “The Grim Reaper?”
Varka’s smile widens. “Yeah,” he says. “I didn’t say the love interest. I said my love interest.”
Then he turns around and walks away again, leaving Flins with the keys to the bakery hanging limply in his hand, and the faintest sunlight falling onto his face, like he’s been waiting for it to rise all his life.
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ephemera of this world by CheesyPotatoes
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
22 Sep 2025
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There was a human in this world who did not wait for the gazes of the Gods and Goddesses. Who carved their name into history, who touched the very souls of those walking the very grounds of this earth. And the earth--it shivered, a low grumbling rumble to call forth the divinity who would descend the mountains and witness a birth.
A new God would soon join them in the annals of mythology, but who would, ultimately, refuse his place in the skies amidst the constellations.
or: A story of a journey's end--of a new beginning after the toils into the unknown.
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24 Sep 2025
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He became curious.
He took one step towards the pitch blackness--the shadows quivered. He took a second step, and it scurried away from him. But before Anaxa could take another step, the light jingling of a bell echoed through the wide expanse of darkness--and the shadows hurriedly disappeared.
“Annoying, the lot of them,” a deep voice grumbled behind him. No--the voice came from beneath him.
Anaxa looked down and, next to him, was the golden-furred cat listlessly licking his paws. The cat craned his neck to meet Anaxa’s befuddled gaze, golden slitted pupils staring into the depths of his soul.
“The lot of them?” Anaxa thought those shadows were the figments of his imagination and his inner turmoil given form.
“Do not concern yourself with those creatures,” the cat yawned. “While you’re in my presence, they will not dare to touch you.”
Anaxa laughed--how curious. He only recently gained a furry companion to help him face the end, and already he was hallucinating said creature to be his savior. As though a cat could gain human sentience and comfort him as he lay dying alone. How sad had his existence become?
“You are?” Still, Anaxa would appease his own needs for camaraderie and pretend this talking cat was real.
The cat’s tail flicked once--twice. He tilted his head, little fluffy ears flopping to one side. “I will introduce myself when the time is right.”
“Would that be the moment of my death?”
“Perceptive.” The cat briefly stood on his hind legs, and with a hop, jumped into Anaxa’s arms. And Anaxa--in the land of the dreams, he could hold the weight of another being effortlessly. In reality, he could barely hold a pen. “You are correct.”
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blue shift (even from a thousand stars away) by myriixi
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
14 Sep 2025
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Anaxa clears his throat. His voice comes out lower, steadier. “We’re not here to talk about that.”
“No,” Phainon says, eyes flicking up to meet his. “But it’s hard not to, when everything here feels like you.”
Anaxa’s heart skips, stutters.
“You don’t mean that.”
“I do.” Phainon leans forward slightly, resting his chin on an elbow propped on his thigh, gaze intent. “The lighting. The mood. The silence. All of this… you create spaces that hurt a little, and I step inside them willingly.”
OR: Six years of silence can hold a lot of hurt, and just as much longing. Anaxa never thought he’d come back. Phainon never thought he’d get the chance to forgive him. But sometimes, a single morning is enough to rewrite everything.
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21 Sep 2025
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Six years, Anaxa. I kept… I kept writing songs I couldn’t even release, because every line sounded like you. I went on stage and smiled like nothing was wrong, but it was all just—” He stops, swallows, shakes his head. “God, you think I didn’t notice the way everything I did was still chasing you?”
Anaxa’s knuckles tighten around his mug. “I didn’t want to ruin you,” he says quietly.
“You didn’t ruin me,” Phainon snaps, and then softer, almost breaking, “You left me.”
It’s not loud, but it hits harder than anything else.
Anaxa looks down again, the weight of that truth pressing heavy against his chest. “I thought you’d understand someday.”
“I do understand,” Phainon says, and for a moment Anaxa’s eyes flick up in surprise. But his next words aren’t forgiving. “I understand that you were scared. And instead of… I don’t know, fighting for us, you cut me out.”
The quiet after that is sharp, like they’re both afraid that saying more will cross a line they can’t step back from.
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Surely My Love Interest Couldn't Be This Obtuse! by Chudomirovich_Sparklite
Fandoms: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
16 Sep 2025
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What does a live fish, a drunken mistake, and a whole lot of yearning have in common?
Two idiots that's what.
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It hits him all at once, a wave crashing down on his head; these are courtship gestures. Torchforger's furnace.
Any fool could see it. Well, almost any fool. He owes Illuga an apology for his obtuseness because—
“…You are interested in courting me?” It's whispered, soft and hesitant, someone Flins can't really recognize right now because its twice as brave as he feels and yet he sounds like coward in the same breath. But, cut him some slack! This is the most unsteady he's felt in a long time. To have something this good before him and stand to lose it over a misunderstanding would be unrecoverable social blunder and possibly an endangerment to the professional relationship between the Lightkeepers and Knights.
And Varka, framed by that deep sunless sky behind him, watches him with a wolfish grin that melts into something disgustingly fond and saccharine, as if this was exactly the moment he had been waiting for. He still hasn't lowered that finger from beneath Flins's jaw, and now he uses it to tilt his chin just an inch up, leaning closer. "I have been for a little over a year now, but thanks for noticing."
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golden retriever falls in love with hot goth that only has dead friends (heartwarming) by andthenshewasthere
Fandoms: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
07 Sep 2025
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“Your hair looks like a jellyfish.” The edges of his vision are going black and hazy like when he’s pulled one too many all nighters. “Sorry, beautiful. I think I’m going to pass out.”
A small sigh leaves the man, and he tucks Varka’s head more firmly against his chest. “I’m going to start running now. Please hold on.”
Flins saves Varka's life and for some reason decides this means they should work together.
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You touch my hair a lot,” Flins points out, half goading.
The dam swells and breaks. “I mean, I wouldn’t mind having your hair wrapped around my fist. If you’re into that. Or braiding it the morning after. Actually, I have a lot of thoughts involving your hair.” He takes a moment to gauge Flins’ reaction, whose expression kind of reminds Varka of a cat that just sneezed. Well, if you poke the bear… “If you’re amenable to discussing them,” he tacks on with a cough.
Flins moves to face Varka and presses hand to his heart. “Your heart is racing, Grandmaster,” Flins says. “Are you feeling okay?”
“You can ignore everything I just said. I’m talking, which is often a mistake,” Varka says. He can hear Lisa’s mocking laughter in his ear. “As you may have learned.”
“I think,” Flins starts, leaning forward to brush his other hand over Varka’s arm. His skin is bare there, and he feels the touch like the air before a powerful storm. “You say a lot of things. Are you not supposed to be a man of action?”
Hands dropping to Flins’ hips, Varka practically growls, “Flins, be serious.”
A smokey, little laugh rolls from his throat. “Sorry,” Flins says, but mirth dances in his eyes. He touches a gentle hand to Varka’s face, and his skin is cool against Varka’s overheated skin. “You looked so earnest.”
Varka huffs. “You won’t find anyone more earnest than me.”
When Flins kisses him, it’s like the brush of snow across skin
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My mind is restless with the thought of you, all the things you do by CursedHoneyB
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga)
30 Jan 2021
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Falling asleep to the sound of Gojo Satoru's voice is something Kento has never imagined himself doing, and yet. Here he is, burying half of his face in his pillow as he slowly loses his grip on reality.
This is a story about two lonely boys learning to find some comfort in each other.
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28 Aug 2025
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Falling asleep to the sound of Gojo Satoru's voice is something Kento has never imagined himself doing, and yet. Here he is, burying half of his face in his pillow as he slowly loses his grip on reality.
("Oh! You fell asleep again!" Satoru exclaims, immediately covering his mouth when he realizes he said that a little too loudly.
Luckily for him, the only reaction he gets is a tiny frown disturbing Nanami's otherwise calm expression. " You're so cute, " he coos, hoping his junior heard that if only to see his pretty little frown deepen.
Slowly, he retreats the hand he had laid over the other's shoulder.
It's well past midnight, but he doesn't feel sleepy at all. Tired? Sure. He could use some time to lay down and not think about the next mission or whatever responsibility will fall on the strongest jujutsu sorcerer's shoulders once the sun rises.
Some rest, that's what Shoko says he needs. Some time for himself.
Satoru wonders if this counts as 'rest' and 'self care'. It sure does feel like it; what with the somewhat therapeutic feeling staring at Nanami's sleeping face brings him, or whatever.
"Aah~" sighing, Satoru let's his head fall on the bed.
He's immediately welcomed by Nanami's unique scent; something… sweet and cozy, so unlike the boy himself it almost makes him want to laugh. It's undeniably soothing, enough to make a lesser man want to sink his face in the crook of Nanami's neck and stay there forever. (He does laugh at that thought, breathy and a little bit delirious. If he could, he would gladly take the role as the 'lesser man'; he would do anything to stay close to Nanami.)
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On Ink and Soul (From Me to You) by myriixi
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
10 Aug 2025
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The first few days, Mydei recalled, there were only smudges — faint gray streaks along his neck, a blotch at his collarbone. He dismissed them as stray ink from scrolls or seals. He was tired, overworked; his mind could imagine things if it meant lightening the weight of Court.
On the fifth morning, it wasn’t a smudge. A line curved across the back of his hand — no, not a line, a figure. The rear half of a dromas, mid-stride, tail curled like a question. Messy, but unmistakable. He knew their gait, their moods, the twitch of their tails. This wasn’t a crest or sigil, this was doodling.
He hadn’t touched ink in two days.
OR: The Musubi phenomenon is a sacred bond between soulmates, etched in ink. Mydei never imagined he would be covered in equations, doodles, and the occasional insult. Oh, and his soulmate isn’t a girl at all. Mydei finds he minds less than he expected, if at all.
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Hephaestion is midway through teasing Ptolemy about his last failed hunt, complete with exaggerated gestures and sound effects, when Perdikkas abruptly turns toward Anaxa and drops, “So… the royal lineage, what’s your role in it now?”
The question lands like a thrown coin in a quiet room. The din softens. Peucesta pauses mid-gesture with a fig halfway to his mouth. Leonnius looks up from his siege ladder sketch.
Anaxa doesn’t answer, because he doesn’t get the chance to—Mydei answers almost immediately.
“████ the lineage, obviously.”
It comes out with the ease of breathing.
There’s a beat of stillness. Anaxa stares, intrigued by the use of a word he doesn’t yet recognize.
Then Hephaestion’s head tips back, laughter bursting out of him so loud that the wine in his cup sloshes over. “Oh—oh, gods, Mydei—”
Ptolemy actually snorts into his drink, coughing and trying to wipe his mouth. Perdikkas stares at Mydei for a long moment before breaking into a grin that’s equal parts impressed and scandalized. Peucesta lets out a short, incredulous laugh. Leonnius shakes his head and mutters, “Only you, Mydei.”
Mydei blinks at them all, suspicious. “…What?”
“That,” Hephaestion says between breaths, “might be the first time I’ve heard a prince say it and mean it.”
“I do mean it,” Mydei says flatly.
“Oh, we know,” Ptolemy replies, still smirking. “That’s the best part.”
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“And how will you achieve that when you continue doing experiments that will end up in your death?” For the first time since the two have met, Phainon’s voice is harsh, rough around the edges as he grits out those words.
Contemplating his response and how he’ll explain to the other, Anaxa says, “It’s simple. Only when one’s soul is between life and death, can they finally see without anything blinding them.”
Directing his attention once more to the student before him, he sees how Phainon’s shoulders are raised, his hands in fists. “Professor… your current research won’t leave you in any better state than flying too close to the sun,” he counters slowly.
“In that case, I’ll just bring the sun down with me.”
“Professor!” Phainon looks horrified at his words, his wings flaring up and Anaxa watches how the sun tattoo on his neck stands in contrast, a halo to the background of his pure, white wings. They’re as perfect as seemingly every other part of him but Anaxa knows—knows that he’s just as human as them.
This student of his… was truly too troublesome. Relentless in his desires to fulfill everyone’s wishes but his own, wanting to protect others so wholeheartedly. Anaxa was not going to burden him with himself.
Softening his tone, he tells him, “Focus on your path, Phainon, carve your way towards it. Whatever is meant for you, I’ll fully support the fate you choose.”
Standing up from his seat, he approaches the other until they’re face to face. Raising a hand, he places it on top of Phainon’s head and pats him, his fingers sinking into the silky strands. “Don’t worry too much about me. I don’t mind being a blazing spark meant to guide you forward.”