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The blazing sun ☀️ / Phainon x Mydei

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Even in the quiet she could hear his voice linger in the hallways, lost like a forgotten melody they once danced.

She knew he was there. Knew he watched her with such certainty, like the restless heart pounding in her chest.

The hallways were darker as she walked. What was once a home filled with laughter fell into a requiem for the departed.

"Pipsqueak, is that you?"

The pounding heart was not her own that had gone quiet, but rather, came from the person behind her. She smiled. "Never courted death before, but there is a first for everything.”

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Two steps forward, one step back… Zayne's relationship with you would dance, much like they once did under the moonlight filled with quiet passion. Your deep blue gown sparkled like the stars above them as he reeled you in by the waist, spinning you around. Your eyes widened as he dipped you towards the lush grass. Beautiful, he thought, watching your gaze land on him, how your chest moved slightly out of breath. Zayne had never felt more free from his self control then at that moment with you, dancing bare foot, free without restraint.

The smell of food brought him back to reality. He entered your apartment, having arrived at your request to handle the crabs that tried to escape becoming food. "I see your comebacks are better then your cooking skills. At least regarding seafood." When you were quiet, he smiled faintly. "Come here, mi amor. I'll handle it." Without a word, he took the prongs you were standing with frozen like a shield at the shaking pot.

He loosened his tie, walking over to the stove to access the issue. He could sense your gaze lingering over his shoulder as he worked, and soon enough, the 'crisis' was averted.

"Hand me the vegetables from the freezer," he said, grabbing a pot from the cupboard over the counter. He began filling it with water under the sink. "Preferably the ones without carrots," he added, catching you before the act. You let out a disappointed humph before pitter patting to the freezer.

He put the pot on the stove, turning the dial to bring up the heat. When you took longer then expected, Zayne glanced over, his gaze landing on the bag of carrots in your hand as you tried to quietly fill the other bag of veggies with them.

A subtle smile appeared on his lips.

One foot after another, Zayne walked up behind you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, giving you time to adjust. "You never do as your told…" he whispered, though not really scolding you. He couldn't resist placing gentle kisses down your jaw line, alleviating a small amount of his stress. "Never mind dinner. I want to play kitty cards instead…" he breathed, teasing your earlobe between his teeth. "With your legs spread out across my desk."

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Rafayel was in a terrible mood. Actually, everything you did frustrated him (though he’ll never admit it), but this time was significantly worse. He ignored you as you staggered through the front door into Mo Art Studio, his home… late at night, where he’d been waiting for you to arrive for several hours!

And showed up you did, looking half alive and haggard after hunting Wanderers (or rather, the monsters plaguing Linkon City). Seriously… You always cared for other people, but never knew how to care for yourself properly. His heart raced with concern, longing to turn around, but refusing to lose his pride. He waited for you to explain yourself, dipping his brush into the crimson paint, carelessly splashing some color on a small koi fish he’d drawn on the canvas. None of the colors looked right to him until you showed up, but now, he found himself unable to care about anything other than the horrible state you were in.

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A/N: You then complained about the shower basket being too high in the bathroom. He grumbled the whole way over but helped you, lol.

Caleb could still smell your shampoo lingering around him even without you there. The fragrance brought him comfort during the countless experiments that the Farspace Fleet conducted on him. Who was he anymore? As he sat on the medical bed in the dimly lit office, his right arm that was once flesh and bone, glistened of metal in his lap as he curled his fingers into his palm. "You're no longer human." That thought would constantly overwhelm him, replaying on repeat whenever the mechanical chip in his mind would let him recall who he was before.

Footsteps resounded down the hallway, moving with quiet eagerness to see him. A faint smile tugged on his lips. Caleb knew you were unaware your feelings were obvious and he loved you all the more for that.

As you got closer to the medical bed, assessing his wounds from his rather excessive combat training, he could feel his obsession stirring again deep within his chest. You must have talked to several people along the way to find him here. Still, he didn't want to push you away. He offered you a genuine smile, turning to greet you. "Heya, pipsqueak. This might be sudden, but do you want to get married?" ~~~~~~~~~~~

Mafia AU - When the Bell Strikes Three Times, the Golden Hour Will Remain

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Reviving My Dead Husband falls into the "I fell into my novel as a minor villain" trope, but the main character is actually a regressor! Zhen Xue's past lives that he doesn't remember come to him through his dreams. Through endless nights of loneliness, he unknowingly writes about the people he once knew, until one day he stumbles into that very world, searching for the one that stole his happiness…

The world threw him away, so Childe disappeared and began to work for the red light district in the slums of Liyue, the only place that was left for him to make a some form of a living. During a moment of weakness, Zhongli whisks him away, offering him a better future, yet to be dotted on by his sworn enemy? Wasn't that too pitiful?

"The Warlord's bride is back!" A shout echoed across the battlefield, carrying waves of panic and hushed voices. Even those that were injured tried to move upon hearing this name like their souls were being called back from the grave to witness a great calamity.

"Look! Isn't that Tartaglia?"

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