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Sparks of power (and attraction) by JustOneDream
Fandoms: 나 혼자만 레벨업 - 추공 | Solo Leveling | Only I Level Up - Chu-Gong, 나 혼자만 레벨업 | Solo Leveling (Webcomic)
20 Apr 2023
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“I'm sure the show was worth it.” Jin-Woo replies. “If you ever get the chance to eviscerate a giant while hovering around it again, I would love to be able to witness it.”
Or, in a world where you feel an inordinate and impossible to control attraction for your soulmate, Jin-Woo might be having a gay panic in front of Liu Zhigang.
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- Part 11 of Solo Leveling - Soulmates AU
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Sparks of power (and attraction) by JustOneDream
Summary:“I'm sure the show was worth it.” Jin-Woo replies. “If you ever get the chance to eviscerate a giant while hovering around it again, I would love to be able to witness it.”
Or, in a world where you feel an inordinate and impossible to control attraction for your soulmate, Jin-Woo might be having a gay panic in front of Liu Zhigang.
―fav parts
Lying while sunbathing on the body of a giant, in the middle of the sea, he perfectly fits the description associated with him of a haughty and proud man, ready to kill and devour those who wish to confront him.
The man is staring at him, one eyebrow barely raised on his skull. His long hair is loose, stuck to his clothes with dried blood – not his own, but the one of the giant he was busy slaying, no doubt. He doesn't seem particularly hurt - no mark left on his body by the fight against the monster, proof of his total domination of the confrontation.
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Liu Zhigang smiles at him, and it's not a kind smile. The movement of his lips has something predatory about it, with outbursts of violence and hatred barely concealed in the narrowing of his eyes. Jin-Woo descends from Kaisel's back, leaping onto the giant's back in turn, and his every move is watched with close attention. It is something strange, to have the gaze of someone as powerful as Liu Zhigang fixed on you.
Jin-Woo doesn't think he's ever met anyone as strong as the man in front of him. Even half-prone, far from any combat posture, power emanates from him like flames emanating from a fire. He is monstrous as few men can be, as few monsters can be. So much power concentrated in a body so small, so human, is something impressive. Liu Zhigang is impressive, but that is something Jin-Woo already knew.
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The man laughs again, muttering a few Mandarin words that Jin-Woo doesn't understand. And it's always funny, but Jin-Woo had never noticed the beauty of that tongue, the way it's almost a chant between the lips of the hunter. It's also funny how the timbre of his voice changes between English and Mandarin, starting deeper to higher in his native language. It's strangely attractive.
"Need help? Oh no, of course not.” Liu Zhigang ends up translating. “But I would have liked to have an audience.”
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He looks at him as if he were looking for something, and what he sees must please him since his smile is accentuated.
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And oh, oh no – Jin-Woo quickly details Liu Zhigang, the way he stands, how the crossing of his arms contracts the muscles in his body to make them appear under his shirt. He didn't think he could be drawn to the folds of a garment, distorted by the power of the body it covers, but there he is. He didn't think he could be attracted to the raise of a disheveled eyebrow, a small amused smile, a tired sigh and oh, he's doomed.
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And oh fuck, he's facing his soulmate.
He has a soulmate.
Him.
And his soulmate is no more and no less than Liu Zhigang, the most powerful hunter in China and one of the five national rank hunters. Had he been told that barely a year earlier, he would not have believed it. No one prepared him for this. His parents weren't soulmates, and no one in his inner circle has ever met the right person for them, so Jin-Woo never really talked to anyone about how it felt.
He has a soulmate.
Ah, and to think that Chief Woo wanted to make an alliance with China.
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“Obviously, I am sublime.” Liu Zhigang replies, his smile still anchored on his face, the sun reflecting in the whiteness of his teeth. "It's a lot of work to keep such a good skin.”
The hunter runs a hand through his hair and it's illegal for someone to look this good while being covered in the blood and guts of a giant. Liu Zhigang is beautiful. Even covered in monster bits, he's dazzling like a sun, shining like the rays reflecting off him and damn it, Jin-Woo hadn't planned to spend his afternoon raving about the beauty of a foreign hunter. He already has enough work in Japan.
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He keeps talking and Jin-Woo tries to listen to him, really, but his lips move quickly, meeting each other and he even takes a second to moisten them and it's unfair to be that attracted by anyone. Jin-Woo isn't too sure if he wants to take him out for coffee, pull him to a hotel, or introduce him to his mother and all three options feel a bit rushed compared to the time they spent together, and which are around five minutes long.
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Dreaming of a cliff by JustOneDream
Fandoms: 나 혼자만 레벨업 | Solo Leveling (Webcomic), 나 혼자만 레벨업 - 추공 | Solo Leveling | Only I Level Up - Chu-Gong
26 Mar 2023
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"I was elected as the most attractive hunter in the world…”
"It's Reed.” Jin-Woo cuts him off and winces a bit before continuing. “The one elected as the most attractive hunter in the world is Christopher Reed.”Or, in a world where soulmates share dreams, Liu Zhigang is waiting to meet the one who likes to stand so close to the edge of the cliff, staring at the shadows like one looks at a lover.
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Dreaming of a cliff by JustOneDream
Summary:"I was elected as the most attractive hunter in the world…”
"It's Reed.” Jin-Woo cuts him off and winces a bit before continuing. “The one elected as the most attractive hunter in the world is Christopher Reed.”
Or, in a world where soulmates share dreams, Liu Zhigang is waiting to meet the one who likes to stand so close to the edge of the cliff, staring at the shadows like one looks at a lover.
―fav parts
He did get quite a good score with disconcerting ease, but did not obtain the scholarship he had been promised and was unable to enroll in the University. He found a small, not very exciting job, where even those without a diploma can access. He's content with it, but he feels like he's wasting his life and wasting his time. That his soulmate takes the time to remember the test, which his own mother did not do, warms his heart a little.
“It went well, I was accepted. Classes start in three months.” He lies easily, and the Korean isn't yet old enough to understand that the smile on his face is a lie.
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No matter how many times they meet, they are always in the same place. The precipice is like a beacon in the night, which is as much a reassuring landmark as a devastating temptation. Sometimes Zhigang wonders what would happen to him should he fall, listening to the shadows below who whisper his name, who tell him to come join them and promise him some respite. Jin-Woo is always there to remind him not to take that last step.
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Zhigang will one day be able to walk normally and claim that his encounter with Kamish left no trace on him. He will one day be able to pretend that everything is normal with him. Nobody has to know that the sight of the bodies of the hunters around him did not bother him, that the smell of the corpses no longer bothered him, and that the destruction caused by the dragon amused him more than anything else.
"Are you alright?” Jin-Woo asks, seeing him lost in thought.
"Of course.” He smiles but the Korean is now old enough to understand that the smile on his face is a lie.
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"Okay, I got second place! But it quite nice too. And I'm rich. And by that, I mean ultra-rich. I was able to buy historical places in China so that no tourist would ever set foot there. I will show you around.”
He can take Jin-Woo wherever he wants in the world and no one will ever deny him access. He can tell him the most beautiful stories of his country, show him the most beautiful relics of their past, without anyone disturbing them. He has the world at his feet, all of humanity ready to bend over backwards just to make sure he is satisfied. He has a job that pays well, and he's good at it. And maybe he's not always polite, but that's because the other hunters are jerks who don't know how to stay in their place – he'll never behave badly in front of his soulmate's family. He was raised well after all.
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“He is my soulmate.” He eventually answers, and the creature in front of him just raises an eyebrow, so he adds, "I've dedicated my life to protecting this world from monsters, don't I have the right to have my own safe haven?”
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Jin-Woo giggles a little next to him, and hits his shoulder with his fist. To his surprise, Zhigang feels pain at the touch. He massages his skin a little, but already knows that a bruise will be present the next day, when he wakes up. He can't wait to be able to carry a mark left by his soulmate. He will wear it with pride.
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“Are you scared of me?”
"Not anymore.”
“I would have never hurt you.”
"And now you can't even do it.”
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“We made the front page of all the newspapers in China, in Korea and almost all in Asia.” He says to Jin-Woo, sitting down next to him. "I'm not even talking about social media.”
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"That's what happens when you try to devour the mouth of a foreign hunter, especially one you've never officially met.”
There are dozens of videos floating around and hundreds of images of when they finally met. And maybe Zhigang didn't control himself, but it's not really his fault. Jin-Woo looks magnificent when covered in blood and radiating the power needed to slay the monstrous beast that was the Ant King. So yes, he did not control himself; but to add to his defense, he wasn't the only one out of control.
"I wasn't trying to devour your mouth.” He just replies, grimacing a little bit.
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Touch-Starved by Bednestie for esquitor
Fandoms: 나 혼자만 레벨업 | Solo Leveling (Webcomic), 나 혼자만 레벨업 - 추공 | Solo Leveling | Only I Level Up - Chu-Gong
17 Aug 2021
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Solo leveling week day 2: Touch starved
“Do you wear your hair down often?” Thomas asks. He sees Zhigang around the house, usually with his hair up in a low ponytail or coiled in a massive pile above his head... but once in a while, he lets it loose. Like now.
He knows he’s being baited, but gods he can’t help but watch how the river of hair moves, straight and shiny and just the slightest hint of blue when the light hits it the right way. It’s mesmerizing.
“No. But you like seeing it down, right?” Zhigang asks, amused at Thomas’ fascination with his hair. He waves it in his face; gold eyes follow it like two pendulums moving in perfect motion.
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Touch-Starved by Bednestie
Summary:Solo leveling week day 2: Touch starved
“Do you wear your hair down often?” Thomas asks. He sees Zhigang around the house, usually with his hair up in a low ponytail or coiled in a massive pile above his head... but once in a while, he lets it loose. Like now.
He knows he’s being baited, but gods he can’t help but watch how the river of hair moves, straight and shiny and just the slightest hint of blue when the light hits it the right way. It’s mesmerizing.
“No. But you like seeing it down, right?” Zhigang asks, amused at Thomas’ fascination with his hair. He waves it in his face; gold eyes follow it like two pendulums moving in perfect motion.
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It’s difficult to clean and maintain this mane of his- especially when he’s running dungeons all day long, but once upon a time, he used to see his mother clean through hers the same way. It’s tradition for village women not to cut their hair; it’s considered to be a point of vanity for them. He remembers her lacquered combs and scented oils and he used to think that it was all a grand waste of time.... until his father divorced his mother and she cut off all her beautiful hair one morning. All the way to just below the earlobes. He remembers seeing the floor covered in an ocean of black. He remembers her crying as he sweeps it all away with a straw broom and into trash bags. He didn’t understand it- not then, but now...
He never saw her combs again. (It wasn’t until years later that he found out from his third aunt that his father had met a woman in the city during his trips out from the village and had an affair. There’s no point in vanity. Not when no one’s looking.)
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“Jin-Woo? Are you alright?” A familiar voice from the doorway breaks him from his reverie. A single raised eyebrow, a pair of wine red eyes (much too knowing, as if he already knows the answer to that question.)
There’s no use hiding from his soulmate. Not when he was called here by whatever feeling he was sending across their bond. “I’m...” he frowns, not quite sure how to put his feelings into words- in any of the three languages they share between them.
An imposter. A fake.
There are days when he wakes up, drenched in sweat and clawing at his own skin- clawing his leg off because it’s not his. He’d reach for his pillows- extra ones even- and cover his face. He smothers his screams and pretends that their nightmares don’t follow him to waking day. (Jin-Ah needs her sleep. Mother needs her rest to recover.)
Nowadays, he simply disappears. Not off the surface of the Earth, but simply to a different corner of it. (“You’re lucky that our timezones are so close,” Liu Zhigang gets up and strips off his shirt for him- “Put this on and come here.” He’s always too lazy to get up, but the distinct masculine smell of his soulmate’s shirt would always calm him down.)
“I’m... tired,” he concludes. Tired of playing this sick game where humanity loses and loses again and again until all that’s left is him. Tired of living like this- of looking like this. Bile rises in his throat, and he turns his head away.
Zhigang strides forward and hugs him loosely around his shoulders- draping his arms around him.
He buries his nose in the crook of Jin-Woo’s neck and inhales. Already, he feels his muscles relaxing, his shoulders drooping just from the warmth of his soulmate’s embrace. (It’s always a sore point for Thomas that it’s Zhigang he runs to in the middle of the night. “Get stuffed- it’s not his fault you live in the wrong hemisphere,” Zhigang says. He’s maybe half-joking. Maybe.)
What does he see in his true appearance? (He’s always just a reflection. What does he really look like, beyond the inhuman power and the Black Heart?)
“You’re perfect just the way you are,” Zhigang whispers to him and kisses his way up his neck. “I don’t care what you look like.”
“Really?” Jin-Woo asks, feeling his skin warm to Zhigang’s touch.
“I spent six years looking for you. I turned over every rock in the country and made every tabloid headline to find you,” Zhigang says vehemently. “So no, your appearance was never an issue.”
Jin-Woo isn’t sure what kind of person his soulmate thinks he would be, to be making tabloid headlines in order to search for him, and he’s sure there’s a story somewhere behind that... but it’s... touching, almost.
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“Okay, you’re going to have to take a few steps back,” Venti says and immediately, the woman shifts her right leg backwards, foot in the air, and the bard quickly amends, “Oh! Not literally, haha. I just meant—” He pauses. What did he mean? “Dumb question, but who is Venti?”
The look that is exchanged between the two strangers says more than words could. Venti’s gut drops, his stomach twisting. A cold sweat forms on the back of his neck.
“Lord Barbatos,” the woman begins again, more hesitantly, “You showed up here late last night. You were speaking nonsense and had a terrible wound on your head. It has since healed. However…” She trails off.
The man is the one to continue on her behalf, “Where did you go after menacing my tavern?”
in which venti suffers from a temporary bout of amnesia, stays with diluc, and is confronted with the one thing he's avoided for centuries. or, in other words, zhongli and venti have a misunderstanding and finally talk about it. all of it.
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the god's song by katraa
Summary:“Okay, you’re going to have to take a few steps back,” Venti says and immediately, the woman shifts her right leg backwards, foot in the air, and the bard quickly amends, “Oh! Not literally, haha. I just meant—” He pauses. What did he mean? “Dumb question, but who is Venti?”
The look that is exchanged between the two strangers says more than words could. Venti’s gut drops, his stomach twisting. A cold sweat forms on the back of his neck.
“Lord Barbatos,” the woman begins again, more hesitantly, “You showed up here late last night. You were speaking nonsense and had a terrible wound on your head. It has since healed. However…” She trails off.
The man is the one to continue on her behalf, “Where did you go after menacing my tavern?”
in which venti suffers from a temporary bout of amnesia, stays with diluc, and is confronted with the one thing he's avoided for centuries. or, in other words, zhongli and venti have a misunderstanding and finally talk about it. all of it.
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He said he wouldn’t get attached again. A god of freedom had no place meddling in the affairs of mortals. He said he wouldn’t get hurt again.
Venti was always a terrible liar.
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“I’m the Anemo Archon, right? Barbatos. Or was? I don’t actually know that, either.”
Diluc looks deeply perturbed, his hand falling from his arm where it was resting. “You don’t know who you are?”
“Nope! Not especially.” Venti wrinkles his nose and breezes a hand over his face. He struggles to think, to put the pieces together. What does he remember? A warm face, a series of arrows, suffocating sadness. He stops trying to think after that.
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Venti’s head tips to the side, gaze searching. “So like, a house?”
There’s something familiar, protective, in the way a smile touches Diluc’s eyes but never reaches his lips, “Something like that.”
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Hesitantly, Diluc shifts his weight from one foot to the other. And then, “I believe what happened to you was a targeted attack. By whom or what, I do not know. But this can not be a coincidence.”
“Coincidence?” Venti echoes, blinking.
“The Geo Archon has been killed.”
The wind chills, the music fading, the fireflies dissipating. For the first time that day, Venti feels something.
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“He says he is a friend of yours,” Jean says, hesitantly, not looking back at the man in question. “…I have not seen him before,” she adds, quickly. “I agreed to bring him here, only because he knew your true name.”
“Hmmmm… seems like that’d be kinda a giveaway if he was the one behind my head,” Venti laughs, scrutinizing the man with an intense stare. Before he can make any further observations, the man looks up. And Venti waves enthusiastically.
Visibly panicking, Jean waves her hands quickly in front of her. “A-are you sure?”
“Yup! And if he is up to no good, well,” Venti says, lowering his frantic hand and gesturing to the window that looks down on them both, “Diluc hasn’t left his desk for hours. I’m sure he’ll know before I even do!”
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Diluc frowns, expression faltering. “…The last time I saw you, you had returned from visiting Liyue. It was clear you had had a disagreement of sorts. I suspect it was with him.”
Venti snorts, but it sounds forced. “Yeah, sounds like him.”
“I did not know gods could cry.”
The delicate way that Diluc puts it crushes him.
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“You’re mad at me.”
Venti’s jaw clenches. In some ways, he is. In other ways, he can’t blame Morax. Not all gods are hardwired to be broken, flawed. Not all gods succumb to human desires, pleasures. But he had thought. He had just thought…
“Morax, that doesn’t even begin to scratch the surface,” Venti says, woefully poetic, his heart breaking in new and creative ways.
The god blinks and a hand comes to rest on Venti’s shoulder. Perhaps unsurprisingly, Venti flinches, shrugging it away. It only furthers to confuse the geo god.
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“Venti,” Aether tries again, wetting his lips. “When Zhongli lost his Gnosis,” he says and the words are so carefully chosen that it arouses suspicion in the former Anemo Archon, “he seems to have lost something else.”
“His dignity and self-respect?” grumbles Venti, unhelpfully.
“Is he always like this?” asks Zhongli, plainly.
“Oh, you trunkless legs of stone, did I strike a nerve, did I —” starts Venti but then pointedly clamps his mouth shut. A cold chill races down his spine. “What did you mean?” he asks instead. Swallowing down a lump of nerves, Venti continues, “You know I’m always like this, blockhead.”
or, zhongli loses his memories temporarily after giving up his gnosis and the traveler brings him to mondstadt so venti can pick up the pieces. era-long misunderstandings come to the surface and venti learns the meaning of 'always'.
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ozymandias by katraa
Summary:“Venti,” Aether tries again, wetting his lips. “When Zhongli lost his Gnosis,” he says and the words are so carefully chosen that it arouses suspicion in the former Anemo Archon, “he seems to have lost something else.”
“His dignity and self-respect?” grumbles Venti, unhelpfully.
“Is he always like this?” asks Zhongli, plainly.
“Oh, you trunkless legs of stone, did I strike a nerve, did I —” starts Venti but then pointedly clamps his mouth shut. A cold chill races down his spine. “What did you mean?” he asks instead. Swallowing down a lump of nerves, Venti continues, “You know I’m always like this, blockhead.”
or, zhongli loses his memories temporarily after giving up his gnosis and the traveler brings him to mondstadt so venti can pick up the pieces. era-long misunderstandings come to the surface and venti learns the meaning of 'always'.
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… The Geo Archon has been assassinated.
The wind stops singing.
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Venti doesn’t go to Liyue. Nor does he ask any of the Winds to go on his behalf.
Weeks pass, and for a god, it should be mere seconds. It feels like centuries.
Venti takes to playing the lyre only at night. With the moonlight bathing Windrise, he plucks slender fingers at the strings and sings a vigil for his old friend. A ballad meant for a great god, a fearless leader, and a devoted comrade. At night, he struggles to accept the death of his oldest, previously living friend. And at night, he feels himself growing weaker; he can’t even blame it on lack of faith anymore.
He knows better. Perhaps he’s always known better.
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“Oh.” Venti feels another shiver wreck him, shatters his visage. “So, you’re…”
“…Not aware of who you are,” Zhongli supplies, gaze distant. “Though, with that demeanor of yours, I am not sure how well acquainted we are.”
The words cut sharper than the news of the passing of Rex Lapis. “I really need that glass of wine.”
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“I may have loved him.”
Venti doesn’t want to hear that, either. His ears bleed from it and he looks back out upon the slumbering city. He doesn’t unpack why that hurts so much, suspects it must just be because as a romantic, he feels the pain of losing a loved one, knows that pain from losing his first friend. He doesn’t analyze why he feels wretched, sick and overheated.
“…You probably did,” Venti says, small. “You remember him, after all. We never forget about the ones we love.”
And it hurts him to no end that, with that admission, he’s realizing for the first time that there was never love for him.
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Because you never forget the ones you love. And there was never any room in a righteous god’s heart for someone who never stayed.
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“I,” starts Venti as he replays that tirade. A shiver rushes through him. “I don’t love him,” he corrects, quickly, chewing at the inside of his bottom lip.
“Are you convincing yourself or me?”
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“Barbatos.” And then, “What were we?”
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“I will hold you all the same,” assures Morax, fingertips sifting through wet braids that come undone with a single touch. “We all are allowed weak moments, Barbatos. I will not tease you for it.”
Barbatos holds him closer, cheek pressed to the warmth of silk. He hides the tears, does a poor job of hiding the pain, and simply exists.
“How do you fix a broken heart, Morax?” Venti had begged, voice weaker than the sails breaking out on the sea.
“You don’t,” says Morax, lips on his forehead and fingers combing in his hair, tracing starlight, “you simply learn to love again, in new ways.”
“Then why does it still hurt?”
“It will always hurt, Barbatos.” The tightening of arms, the slight rock of a body, soothing, “But I will always be here to chase away the pain, should you need it.”
“And if that’s not enough…?”
A clasp of lightning, the howl of the wind, “Then I will wait for the day it is.”
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“I did it so I could finally be with you.”
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“You were wrong. We do forget about the ones we love, sometimes. But never for too long,” he says.
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