Malacha
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"What do you think it is to be human?” Flins asks, slow and deliberate, fingers tracing the rim of his drink.
“To be human is to feel,” Illuga says, definitively. “To be human is to hurt, to bleed, to cry. And then wake up the next day and do it again. Wake up a thousand times and do it again, knowing that the pain doesn’t stop.”
Flins’ gaze is piercing. “Why?”
“Because if we can still feel pain, we can still feel joy.”
Illuga thinks he knows what it means to be human. He has a few things to learn.
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- Part 4 of Alex’s Adventures in Nod Krai
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22 Mar 2026
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My fics featuring Faelight and Knightlight²
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21 Mar 2026
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Was the tug at his heart caused by Flins, or simply because he was famished after centuries of hopelessly searching for a lost cause? He wasn’t sure. Corrupted or not corrupted, he bore the weaknesses of a human, and humanity’s shortcomings often lie in emotion.
Staying strangers with those around him was ultimately the best choice, he just wished he had followed it all those years ago. Yet, when he told himself to retrieve his items and leave, he couldn’t bring himself to follow through with it.
He would stay, but only to be sure his condition would improve. Nothing more.
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08 Mar 2026
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'Kind Fae' Feels Like An Oxymoron but Who Am I to Judge? by Justdumbfics
Fandoms: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
03 Jan 2026
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Flins is fae. The reality of that does not occur to Rerir. That is — until he has his name stolen.
Suddenly, he finds himself in a desperate search for knowledge — what else can this man do? And how can he turn the tables?
Meanwhile, Flins is feeling just as desperate — what are the bounds of this power? What did he trade for it? And why can't he remember?
"The death which you fought so hard to defy is mine to conquer by nature." Flins purred, his eyes glowing that eerie cat-like yellow. For the first time, Rerir saw what so many others did when they set eyes upon him. "Do you fear the dark, Rerir?" He understood why so many would answer 'yes'.
"The dark is my dominion." Rerir insisted, his mouth curled in a snarl.
"The dark belongs to no man. One day it will swallow you whole, and spit you out." He leaned in closer, a gentle smile flickering across his face. "You'd best pray I am there, when that day comes. I don't think many others would light a lantern for you. Rerir," he continued, with the force of a name owned, "sleep."
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24 Feb 2026
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21 Feb 2026