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“Are you winning?” Riku asks, leaning back against Sion’s chest. There’s no score on the screen, from what he can see. And surely there must be a way to tell if you’re winning or not.
“Um- kind of,” Sion says. His voice is distant, focused. “We have to destroy the other team’s turrets and get closer to their spawn.” He points at a tiny, ruined tower on the screen. “We have minions that help us. They’re kinda like shields, sometimes. So then we can go in and destroy the turrets.”
Riku makes a face. “You’re sacrificing the little trolls?”
“Not sacrificing them, it’s just…” Sion trails off. “They, um. I dunno. They’re doing it willingly.”
And Riku kinda hates himself, hates the fact that those surprisingly strong gamer arms do things to him as Sion squeezes him in close. Hates that it kind of turns him on when Sion ignores him for his game and mansplains League of Legends. Hates how his heart races when Sion puts his hands flat against Riku’s tummy and tightens his grip.
He leans his head back against Sion’s shoulder and says: “tell me more about the little trolls.”
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Riku may or may not have a thing for his loser boyfriend. Sion is certainly not complaining about it.
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31 Jan 2026
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”Do you want to have a drink with me?”
There are a million reasons why Euijoo should say no. He hasn’t seen Nicholas in eight years. Who knows how much they both have changed? Euijoo certainly isn’t the same eighteen-year-old who left Japan, and he doesn’t know who Nicholas is anymore. This could end so poorly. It’s only in recent years that he has managed to lacquer his broken edges back together again, and yet here he is, going willingly into the waiting arms of the person who shattered him.
“Sure. One drink,” he agrees.
euijoo and nicholas broke up eight years ago. on new year’s eve in their hometown, they reconnect.
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30 Jan 2026
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Perhaps Yudai needs the release, but Fuma needs this: to prostrate himself at the altar of the only god that he has ever believed in.
fuma finds his faith in his oldest member’s bed.
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30 Jan 2026
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"Well, you couldn’t script it, could you? Best mates as kids, apparently, and proper rivals now—and the big question, really, is whether they can let it go now that it’s come to it, or if old grudges really do die hard…”
(The soccer/football fic in which the tension is built less from actual rivalry and more from a complicated shared past. And wanting each other's bodies, obviously.)
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30 Jan 2026
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Euijoo doesn’t know about vetiver or wild bluebells or ripe summer fruits or anything like that. When he gets close enough, lucky enough, to catch the scent of Nicholas, he can’t pin it down to anything in particular—except warm and home and mate. God, he hasn’t even had a home for that long. But Nicholas is it for him.
Things start to fall to pieces the day the bird shows up on their porch. In the midst of the chaos, Byun Euijoo harbours a secret, great and terrible.
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29 Jan 2026