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as the tears and rain fall in tandem by visceral (minillen)
Fandoms: 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Anime), 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Manga)
02 Feb 2023
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In a world free from haunting burdens left upon the shoulders of the Demon Slayer Corps, Sanemi finds solace within Kyojuro after the storm of war has passed.
And perhaps, reminisces over his memories with loved ones, as well.
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“It wanted—” Felix wets his bottom lip. “It wanted soft-bodied young masters and mistresses.”
His eyes dart to the bathroom door, shut fast in the dead of night. He trembles and Minho hums in question. His eyes have slid shut. He would fall asleep in the water if he had it his way. But he does not. He is in Felix’s care, his speckled hands.
“Someone like me,” Minho says sleepily.
Bookmarked by glint (minillen)
18 Sep 2026
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The first time he saw Minho in his deep plum robe and parasol on the shaded garden path, Felix believed there to be no possible way that those eyes had ever dreamed a thing.
They were the largest he had ever seen, dark as coal and just as dull, his lashes as long as jointed insect legs. They opened far too wide, the irises so large there was space neither above nor below them. They looked like eyes that had only ever known perfumed sleep.
Except, that was not true. Minho was only bone and blood.
Sometimes, he lies back on his silken bed, idle fingers flicking the tassels of his pillows, and tells Felix about his dreams. He beckons Felix closer until his weight lies on the bed that Felix is never allowed to touch and then Minho pulls him closer by the wrist until Felix’s sun-soaked cheek touches Minho’s mouth and Minho whispers I dreamed you wore my clothes and the blue of your chima grew on my bed like a waterlily right where I sit and when you called I came and I came dressed in your clothes my skin the colour of yours and when you parted your legs the chima caved and I put my hand in there it was hot it burned my palm but I didn’t take it away I kept it there and it felt like wading into the ocean at high noon—
And sometimes Felix curses him softly in his lowest voice for the sinking feeling in his gut but most times his mouth is full of Minho.
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“Do you really mean that?”
“I swear on your life, I mean it.”
“Why do you have to swear on my life?”Bookmarked by minillen
15 Sep 2026
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It’s nice, though. To be close to Wonjin, to talk to him like a friend rather than trying to coax him into conversation. Wonjin’s talkative and smiles like he’s just won a lottery, and he has a tendency to smack Woobin’s shoulder when he’s trying to remember a detail.
It’s admittedly strange to be sitting beside him in bed. Wonjin’s laying under Woobin’s covers, smelling of Woobin’s peach-scented lotion, wearing one of Woobin’s t-shirts. Everything about him is Woobin’s. Wonjin falls asleep while Woobin’s replying to emails, his cheek smooshed against the pillow and his lips slightly parted. He doesn’t even twitch when Woobin rests his hand on his hair, stroking as gently as possible.
Woobin shuts the lid of his laptop, shuffling down until his head is right next to Wonjin’s. He’s met pretty people, cute people, handsome people. Most people are a mixture of all three in their own ways, at different levels. Woobin’s not really sure where he fits on that scale himself, but he’s certain Wonjin’s got high marks across the board.
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“I’m out of clean clothes,” Minho grumbles in complaint. “I only packed enough outfits for a 2 or 3 day trip. How much longer is this going to take?”
“Believe it or not, Stockholming you into taking me back has proven to be a very long and drawn out process, hyung.”
Seungmin hops in the car after receiving his divorce papers in the mail. He types in the address on the navigation app on his phone. Destination: Minho or bust.
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29 Apr 2024
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“I’m sorry.” It’s reflexive, at this point, for him to apologize. “I’m sorry, yeobo.”
There is a pregnant pause as Minho absorbs the old address. Yeobo. An endearment used only when Seungmin is being teasing or in moments when his affection overspills, champagne frothing over the brim of a flute, intoxicating and sweet. He wants to use it one last time, even if it tastes like whiskey and burns going down.
Minho pushes him the rest of the way out the door and says, before the lock clicks shut, “That’s the last thing I wanted to hear.”
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the last beautiful thing i saw is the thing that blinded me by mouthofeden
Fandoms: Stray Kids (Band)
04 Mar 2023
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“Do you think that the dinosaurs were scared?” Seungmin asks.
Changbin frowns a little as he thinks. Seungmin watches his face and tries not to reach for it.
“No,” he says eventually, “I think they probably thought that it was beautiful, and then they were gone.”
The end of the world is coming, and Seungmin is falling in love again.
(Sometimes, it feels like he never stopped.)
Bookmarked by glint (minillen)
29 Apr 2024
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“What are you doing here?” He asks.
“I came to see the dog.”
“I told you not to say that.”
“That was yesterday.” When Changbin smiles, his mouth does this secret, twisting motion before he shows his teeth. It's infuriating. “This is today.”
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Case 143 is a song about falling in love with somebody and having the courage to admit it.
When Minho sings, he feels like a fraud.
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Bookmarked by glint (minillen)
29 Apr 2024
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He remembers it being desperate. Seungmin kissed him like he was trying to fuse them into one person, like this closeness could make Minho stay. Neither of them moved their lips. Seungmin didn’t try to coax something more out of him, or prod his tongue into Minho’s mouth like he was searching for his heart, but Minho offered him a piece of himself anyways. This, at least, no company could take away.
Minho doesn’t know if it was romantic or not. He never thought to ask.
“I’m sorry,” he said after pulling away. There were tears on his cheeks mingling with the rain, and Minho only knew this because of the way his eyes burned red. “Hyung, I’m so sorry.”
Minho walked home that night and didn’t sleep. Sometimes, in the weeks that followed, he would place a pinch of salt beneath his tongue, close his eyes, and find him again.