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    From closer, it’s clear that Minho is about his age. He’s handsome— very much so— in an untouchable sort of way. Straight nose, sharp eyes, a defined cupid’s bow. He looks sculpted rather than born. Jisung might shrink under the weight of his presence if the situation were different.

    Knowing that Minho is dying ruins the illusion of perfection.

    Jisung answers an ad online reading: "I'm going to die, but there's a lot of things I haven't done yet that I don't want to do alone."

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    22 Dec 2025

  2. Rec 25

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    ”C’mere, real quick before I go,” Shouta’s voice calls out. Hizashi, without another word, stumbles over to Shouta, who is in the process of slipping his shoes on.

    ”Did you forget something?” Hizashi asks genuinely. Shouta tips his head into a small nod.

    ”Yeah, this.”

    A hand clasps around the collar of his shirt, and Hizashi doesn’t have enough time to react before Shouta pulls him in for a chaste kiss. Hands scramble to find the fabric of Shouta’s scarf while Hizashi's lips envelop Shouta’s. He grips onto the scarf for dear life as he leans into the slightly shorter man, trying to press himself closer, but Shouta pulls back after a few seconds and releases Hizashi’s shirt. It ends just as quickly as it began.

    “That’s for flirting with me,” he comments, a little out of breath, but still blank eyed as ever. There’s nothing more than drunken eyes with red cheeks that cement their place in Hizashi’s mind.

    or;

    Shouta finds a lost cat and Hizashi struggles with his feelings. Silliness and overthinking ensues.

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    03 Jun 2025

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    Shouto sits up in the bed to watch him as he slips into the hallway, hands clutching the stuffie on his lap. His blanket is baby pink fleece, well worn in from frequent washing, and every time he looks at the thing, Touya sees five-year-old Shouto clinging to it as their father tried to take it from him, shouting angrily.

    When he steps back into his own room, Touya expects to see Shouto still sitting up and waiting for him.

    He’s lying down again, curled up against Keigo’s chest. Keigo’s hand rubs his back in slow passes, almost covering the narrow width of Shouto’s body. They’re both quiet, just even breathing and the rustle of bedding disturbing the quiet stillness. Touya stands in the doorway, watching with a sudden, fluttering tightness in his chest; the way his little brother turns his face into Keigo’s shoulder and sighs drowsily.

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    Touya had filed for emergency custody of Shouto just over a year ago, immediately after removing him from the house in a panic, and Shouto had been officially under his care for the foreseeable future. The custody wasn’t temporary anymore.

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    03 Jun 2025

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    At Sokka’s behest, the Gaang skips rescuing Zuko during the Siege at the North Pole. Instead they leave him, unconscious, buried in the snow.

    In completely unrelated news, Sokka’s haunted by a ghost now.

     

    (If you'd like more details before deciding to read this story, look here for spoilers.)

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    10 May 2024

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    Has been and still is and probably will bé for a long time bé my favorite fic i read

  5. Rec 29

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    No amount of addiction that the mortals sell on the corrupted streets holds an inkling of a feeling to this.

    He’s not a hero here, not a trained assassin. He’s not anyone’s saving grace, not anyone’s angel of death with a feather blade dipped in blood. Hero, killer—the words fade out of existence.

    He’s not anyone, anything, he’s just—Dabi’s.

    Dabi’s to touch, to fuck, Dabi’s to mould—to brand.

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    02 Apr 2025