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Flins is a late-night bakery employee, and Varka is the tired streamer who keeps visiting him at two in the morning.
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28 Sep 2025
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“Next week I’ll be finishing Graveyard Shift,” Varka says, releasing his wrist. “And I’d love to know what the creator himself thinks.”
Flins, his hand halfway to his keys, freezes.
“So text me,” Varka calls, grinning. He waves as he sets off back down the street. “And I’ll tell you how much I’ve been enjoying your game.”
“Wait,” Flins blurts, rushing down the street after him. “Wait—how did you know? I never told you I was—”
Varka tips his head back and laughs.
Flins cuts himself off. He stares at Varka, at his crinkled eyes and his shimmering hair and his easy smile.
“Of course I knew,” Varka says, still smiling. “You made my love interest look exactly like yourself.”
“Love interest?” Flins asks blankly. Then his face flares with heat. “The Grim Reaper?”
Varka’s smile widens. “Yeah,” he says. “I didn’t say the love interest. I said my love interest.”
Then he turns around and walks away again, leaving Flins with the keys to the bakery hanging limply in his hand, and the faintest sunlight falling onto his face, like he’s been waiting for it to rise all his life.
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ephemera of this world by CheesyPotatoes
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
22 Sep 2025
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There was a human in this world who did not wait for the gazes of the Gods and Goddesses. Who carved their name into history, who touched the very souls of those walking the very grounds of this earth. And the earth--it shivered, a low grumbling rumble to call forth the divinity who would descend the mountains and witness a birth.
A new God would soon join them in the annals of mythology, but who would, ultimately, refuse his place in the skies amidst the constellations.
or: A story of a journey's end--of a new beginning after the toils into the unknown.
Bookmarked by mintoroshi
24 Sep 2025
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He became curious.
He took one step towards the pitch blackness--the shadows quivered. He took a second step, and it scurried away from him. But before Anaxa could take another step, the light jingling of a bell echoed through the wide expanse of darkness--and the shadows hurriedly disappeared.
“Annoying, the lot of them,” a deep voice grumbled behind him. No--the voice came from beneath him.
Anaxa looked down and, next to him, was the golden-furred cat listlessly licking his paws. The cat craned his neck to meet Anaxa’s befuddled gaze, golden slitted pupils staring into the depths of his soul.
“The lot of them?” Anaxa thought those shadows were the figments of his imagination and his inner turmoil given form.
“Do not concern yourself with those creatures,” the cat yawned. “While you’re in my presence, they will not dare to touch you.”
Anaxa laughed--how curious. He only recently gained a furry companion to help him face the end, and already he was hallucinating said creature to be his savior. As though a cat could gain human sentience and comfort him as he lay dying alone. How sad had his existence become?
“You are?” Still, Anaxa would appease his own needs for camaraderie and pretend this talking cat was real.
The cat’s tail flicked once--twice. He tilted his head, little fluffy ears flopping to one side. “I will introduce myself when the time is right.”
“Would that be the moment of my death?”
“Perceptive.” The cat briefly stood on his hind legs, and with a hop, jumped into Anaxa’s arms. And Anaxa--in the land of the dreams, he could hold the weight of another being effortlessly. In reality, he could barely hold a pen. “You are correct.”
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blue shift (even from a thousand stars away) by myriixi
Fandoms: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game)
14 Sep 2025
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Anaxa clears his throat. His voice comes out lower, steadier. “We’re not here to talk about that.”
“No,” Phainon says, eyes flicking up to meet his. “But it’s hard not to, when everything here feels like you.”
Anaxa’s heart skips, stutters.
“You don’t mean that.”
“I do.” Phainon leans forward slightly, resting his chin on an elbow propped on his thigh, gaze intent. “The lighting. The mood. The silence. All of this… you create spaces that hurt a little, and I step inside them willingly.”
OR: Six years of silence can hold a lot of hurt, and just as much longing. Anaxa never thought he’d come back. Phainon never thought he’d get the chance to forgive him. But sometimes, a single morning is enough to rewrite everything.
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22 Sep 2025
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Six years, Anaxa. I kept… I kept writing songs I couldn’t even release, because every line sounded like you. I went on stage and smiled like nothing was wrong, but it was all just—” He stops, swallows, shakes his head. “God, you think I didn’t notice the way everything I did was still chasing you?”
Anaxa’s knuckles tighten around his mug. “I didn’t want to ruin you,” he says quietly.
“You didn’t ruin me,” Phainon snaps, and then softer, almost breaking, “You left me.”
It’s not loud, but it hits harder than anything else.
Anaxa looks down again, the weight of that truth pressing heavy against his chest. “I thought you’d understand someday.”
“I do understand,” Phainon says, and for a moment Anaxa’s eyes flick up in surprise. But his next words aren’t forgiving. “I understand that you were scared. And instead of… I don’t know, fighting for us, you cut me out.”
The quiet after that is sharp, like they’re both afraid that saying more will cross a line they can’t step back from.
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Surely My Love Interest Couldn't Be This Obtuse! by Chudomirovich_Sparklite
Fandoms: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
16 Sep 2025
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What does a live fish, a drunken mistake, and a whole lot of yearning have in common?
Two idiots that's what.
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16 Sep 2025
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It hits him all at once, a wave crashing down on his head; these are courtship gestures. Torchforger's furnace.
Any fool could see it. Well, almost any fool. He owes Illuga an apology for his obtuseness because—
“…You are interested in courting me?” It's whispered, soft and hesitant, someone Flins can't really recognize right now because its twice as brave as he feels and yet he sounds like coward in the same breath. But, cut him some slack! This is the most unsteady he's felt in a long time. To have something this good before him and stand to lose it over a misunderstanding would be unrecoverable social blunder and possibly an endangerment to the professional relationship between the Lightkeepers and Knights.
And Varka, framed by that deep sunless sky behind him, watches him with a wolfish grin that melts into something disgustingly fond and saccharine, as if this was exactly the moment he had been waiting for. He still hasn't lowered that finger from beneath Flins's jaw, and now he uses it to tilt his chin just an inch up, leaning closer. "I have been for a little over a year now, but thanks for noticing."
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My mind is restless with the thought of you, all the things you do by CursedHoneyB
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga)
30 Jan 2021
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Falling asleep to the sound of Gojo Satoru's voice is something Kento has never imagined himself doing, and yet. Here he is, burying half of his face in his pillow as he slowly loses his grip on reality.
This is a story about two lonely boys learning to find some comfort in each other.
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28 Aug 2025
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Falling asleep to the sound of Gojo Satoru's voice is something Kento has never imagined himself doing, and yet. Here he is, burying half of his face in his pillow as he slowly loses his grip on reality.
("Oh! You fell asleep again!" Satoru exclaims, immediately covering his mouth when he realizes he said that a little too loudly.
Luckily for him, the only reaction he gets is a tiny frown disturbing Nanami's otherwise calm expression. " You're so cute, " he coos, hoping his junior heard that if only to see his pretty little frown deepen.
Slowly, he retreats the hand he had laid over the other's shoulder.
It's well past midnight, but he doesn't feel sleepy at all. Tired? Sure. He could use some time to lay down and not think about the next mission or whatever responsibility will fall on the strongest jujutsu sorcerer's shoulders once the sun rises.
Some rest, that's what Shoko says he needs. Some time for himself.
Satoru wonders if this counts as 'rest' and 'self care'. It sure does feel like it; what with the somewhat therapeutic feeling staring at Nanami's sleeping face brings him, or whatever.
"Aah~" sighing, Satoru let's his head fall on the bed.
He's immediately welcomed by Nanami's unique scent; something… sweet and cozy, so unlike the boy himself it almost makes him want to laugh. It's undeniably soothing, enough to make a lesser man want to sink his face in the crook of Nanami's neck and stay there forever. (He does laugh at that thought, breathy and a little bit delirious. If he could, he would gladly take the role as the 'lesser man'; he would do anything to stay close to Nanami.)