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    Fyodor is eight, when he meets Dazai. He’s at a chess tournament and Dazai is the only one who has made it worth it. Made it interesting. He’s the only one who is playing at the same level as Fyodor. Fyodor loves chess but he hasn’t felt challenged in what seems like a long time. Not until Dazai, that is.

    They’re in the final game. Dazai and Fyodor are two children lost in a world that has nothing to do with anyone but them. Dazai has one of his eyes covered with a bandage. His hair is almost but exactly not the same color as Fyodor’s. He plays aggressively and recklessly and so carefully measured Fyodor feels it all the way to his toes, swinging in their too tight shoes, unable to touch the ground.

    They draw.

    “I’m Dazai.” Dazai says afterward. Like Fyodor, English is slightly stilted on Dazai’s tongue, rounded awkwardly around different syllables than it should be.

    “I’m Fyodor.” Fyodor responds. Dazai mouths Fyodor’s name to himself. “It’s Russian.” Fyodor explains quietly, used to other children not being able to say his name, teasing him.

    “Fyodor.” Dazai repeats. “You’re good at chess.” He adds bluntly.

    Fyodor feels something stronger than happiness, quiet and content, low in his soul.

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    02 Apr 2026

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    made me sob and cry and embarrassing amount. beautiful

  2. Public Bookmark 1

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    "Deciding it was enough, the brunette pulled harder on Semi’s hair, immediately catching his peachy lips into another deep and bruising kiss. It was messy, both fighting for dominance, teeth and tongue coming to the mixture, drool already falling from their lips ― but none cared. They were craving for each other’s touch and taste, bodies pressed together, molded into believing it’s where they belong.

    Eita was fully hard by now, the tight skirt doing a bad job at hiding it and before he knew it, her hips were moving against Tooru’s own erection, taking a sharper breath at the friction. The brunette wasn’t too far behind, shifting so one of their legs was slothed between Semi’s thighs. Both of them trapped the other, thighs pressing against each other’s crotches and hips moving in sync. “..and I’m the needy one, huh?” Her voice was breathless as she spoke, his fingers gripping onto the brunette’s thigh."

    or:: a short fic where OiSemi fuck nasty.

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    23 Nov 2025

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    SMILES SO SO BIG NINA SPOILING ME AGAIN

  3. Public Bookmark 23

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    Poe would kill Dazai in a heartbeat. He probably still will. But Ranpo kisses him sweet and lets him stay, and that’s how Poe ends up crying on the floor, begging, while they ruin him together.

    Ranpo thinks it’s cute. Dazai thinks it’s hilarious. Poe thinks he’s dying—and he might like it anyway.

    Rarepair Fest 2025 - Day three - Based on a song/lyric, Dirty talk

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    31 Aug 2025

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    A lonely immortal god meets a lonely mortal human. They become friends.

    This is not a grand story.

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    05 Aug 2022