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say a solemn prayer, place a poppy in my hair by agnes_writes
Fandoms: The Poppy War Series - R. F. Kuang
26 Oct 2025
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“We will never go back to that bloodshed, crimson clover; always remember, we're burned for better.”
Yin Nezha, the Young Marshal, and now the second President of the Republic of Nikan, in the aftermath.
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25 Feb 2026
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heaven is not fit to house a love like you and i by agnes_writes
Fandoms: The Poppy War Series - R. F. Kuang
21 Dec 2025
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“Because it's you. Despite everything, it's still you.”
OR: Rin is reincarnated in modern Nikan. She learns to live with the cards she's dealt this time around, and meets a familiar soul along the way.
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25 Feb 2026
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Everyone knows that Nezha is hopelessly pining—well, everyone except Rin. Even though Kitay keeps trying to convince her, Nezha buys her muffins, lends her his jacket, and gets weirdly jealous when a former project partner approaches her. But that all has to mean nothing… right?
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- Part 1 of lovegod
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13 Feb 2026
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“You gifted me an inkwell last year,” Flins muses. “A set of books on gravekeeping the year before –”
“ – Even though you are an excellent Keeper,” Varka tries to save himself, but he’s already smiling, and laughter is spilling past his lips. “I can’t redeem myself from that one, can I?”
Instead of being an insult to Flins, he’d found it incredibly endearing.
“No.” Flins’s eyes shine brighter in amusement. “You certainly cannot. But I do make good use of the inkwell, for records and reports at the end of each day.”
- For Flins's birthday, Varka brings with him a new bone puzzle and a set of elegant lingerie, all from his recent trip to Fontaine.
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13 Feb 2026
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“You always smell of wine,” Flins tells Varka, kissing those calloused fingers next, featherlight. “Of the rain, and mist, when you’ve been out.”
Varka wants to know what it’d feel like to have his fingers upon Flins’ tongue, tamping it down. It’s a debased fantasy. One that has Varka filling out in his slacks, half-hard.
“When we fell into bed with one another, the first thing I noticed was your cologne; sharp and spiced. How intoxicated we were, in mind and all other senses.”
“But?” Varka tries. He lets his thumb catch on Flins’ lower lip, and he brushes soft flesh back to bare lower teeth.
A soft sound of need comes from Flins. A keen. His eyes flutter shut for a moment, and he sighs, overcome.
How Varka wants to taste wine from those lips.
- After a few indulgent trysts, Varka finds Flins before the night watch to make his feelings known.
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10 Feb 2026