6 Works by aceun
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spring like a perhaps hand by aceun for horriblin
Fandoms: Fire Emblem: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem: Three Houses
01 Feb 2026
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It’s unfair and a bit ridiculous that Dimitri looks this good slumped in an armchair with bags under his eyes—blond hair mussed, no doubt, from tossing and turning in his sleep. But Dimitri being attractive was something Claude had long since accepted as an inescapable fact of life—like cold Fódlan winters—something he should have grown used to or at least built some kind of resistance against.
As it stands, he finds himself caught off-guard by the full force of it every time.
Dimitri and Claude reckon with their final year at Garreg Mach.
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The girl steps forward and holds out her hand. “I’m Jiyeong.”
Saebyuk reaches for it, hesitant. “Saebyuk.”
Jiyeong smiles, and a strange surge of emotions, unidentifiable and overwhelming, pushes into Saebyuk’s chest, floods it with warmth, presses it tight with what might be grief, or relief, or both. She doesn’t know what to do with it. She can’t look away.
“Pretty name.”
In their next life, or maybe a different one, they reunite in Jeju-do.
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They were professional athletes playing a sport that required them to constantly jump and dive over hardwood floors. Bruises were nothing new. Still, guilt and fascination pricked his chest while looking at the mark of dark purple stamped on the skin of Suna’s otherwise pale stomach.
Suna gets a bruise and Osamu gets distracted.
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“Is there anything I can help you find?” Keiji asks. The man jumps at being addressed and turns towards him. His eyes are gold, Keiji notices with a start.
“Ah—no,” he says, face breaking into a brilliant smile. “I’m good! Just looking!”
It’s only 9 A.M., and Keiji hasn’t had his coffee yet, so he really can’t be blamed for the way his heart stutters in his chest.
Keiji works at a bookstore, and Bokuto is his favorite visitor.
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Osamu huffed a laugh before leaning forward to speak lowly in his ear, “I don’t believe you.”
Suna turned his head towards him, their faces now centimeters apart, and said with barely concealed amusement: “What, that I took the Rembrandt?”
“That you’re here as security.”
“Oh I get it,” Suna smiled. “You want to tie me to a chair to make sure I can’t do anything only for you to freely slip in and steal one of her collections yourself.”
“How about we mutually agree to keep an eye on each other.”
“I think you just want an excuse to look at me.”
Suna and Osamu are spies. They are not on the same team.
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Eight years later, he has yet to find a star that shines brighter.
Akaashi watches the Jackals vs. Adlers game.