4 Works by deernymph
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Heru froze. Set’s hand was in his back pocket in some strange, possessive gesture, but he only gave one chaste kiss near the ear. Closer, he had an underlying smell of something familiar and antique—of winds carrying the scent of spices and sand and the air after harsh rain. His touch was fleeting, and when Heru reached up to touch the skin he had kissed, he was gone.
In the dim lights, he was left with faint annoyance and something else: an emptiness, a hollow spot in his chest, a wanting for something he couldn’t have.
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Thousands of years after fighting for Egypt’s throne, Heru is lonely and directionless. So is Set. Meanwhile, Hathor just wants them to stop being idiots.
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“We’re... soulmates. I wouldn’t lie to you.”
Set glared. “We are not.”
Heru blinked away tears but more welled up in his eyes. “Do you not feel it? The thread connecting us?”
“Whoever told you about that was lying. There’s no such thing.”
Heru felt his heart and mind break.
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What is one to do when your mysterious soulmate turns out to be the murderer of your father, and you are tasked with killing him?
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Wren is an unmated omega doctor just trying to get through his heat. Then, a mysterious man, whose secondary sex cannot be determined, collapses at his door. Suddenly, Wren’s life gets a whole lot more fucked up.
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The moon was full and bright, peering down at forested hills through a veil of clouds. A rabbit stared back. It huddled under the cover of trees and bush, its stained fur bristling, and for once was not found.
Cautiously, the rabbit shifted, a small heart beating red and mortal in its chest. The forest didn’t stir. But something else did.
It was not just the rabbit and the moon anymore.
A clap of thunder shook the forest as the rabbit ran, and the moon’s tears began to drown the world. -
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Someone wise once said that babies cry because they remember their sorrows from their past lives, having to deal with the flood of memories. Hodei’s mother told him that he cried for five days straight.
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In a world where people remember their past lives and their soulmates, a young author writes his story.