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They had only gone to the store to buy milk and now they were hostages at 10am on a Tuesday in a store just a few doors down from a police box.
Sakuya loved his best friend like a brother but good lord did he hate his power.
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Bookmarked by Annelise Laurent (kyoko_annie)
05 Aug 2026
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Cartography charts out and analyzes every part of a landscape. Mapping out the beauty and ugliness for the eyes to see.
His expertise extends to a certain Vice Captain who seems to think the same.
Bookmarked by Annelise Laurent (kyoko_annie)
29 Jun 2026
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This was so cute!! Imma love how you write these characters ❤️
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His fingers trace along fresh wounds over faded scars. New and old. Ones that bled and tore from his enemies slain, and the bloodbath left in his wake.
“The blood’s not mine,” Lohen clarifies, yet the worry remains nonetheless.
Bookmarked by Annelise Laurent (kyoko_annie)
21 Jun 2026
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Lohen has one goal in life: to see how many shades of pink Mika can turn before he runs out of names for them.
Rose. Peony. Cherry blossom. Crimson.
Every stolen notebook, every whispered tease, every time he stands too close—the color deepens. It's Lohen's favorite game.
Until Mika starts giving it right back.
Or: Lohen came for the blush and stayed for the boy behind it.
Bookmarked by Annelise Laurent (kyoko_annie)
21 Jun 2026
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I have idea how you did it, but I am now a Lohen x Mika shipper. I only bumped into this ship by pure coincidence. I honestly thought I would respect the decision of shipping these two characters together but would not engage in it myself. Turns out, it only took your fic to turn that thought upside down lmao.
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"My," Flins says, mouth curling upwards, a play at a jesting smile, mirthless despite his internal amusement at the sight of this boy. Such a forward little thing. "I'm honored to hear that I'm such a discussed individual, truly, their gossip paints me as a more interesting individual than I am, in truth."
There's something like a bite of laughter that escapes the boy, hidden and cut off aside from the upward twitch to his mouth. "Is that so?" Illuga questions, not unkind, but not cowing, as he lets his gaze drift from Flins' person to instead drag it along the lighthouse that Flins claims as his abode. "Yet, did you not yourself admit to having few visitors out so far? That seems to be quite solitary, no?"
"You say such as if not every Lightkeeper has their eccentricities." Flins returns, smooth and easy, an interest piquing at the way Illuga's expression shifts into something a little warmer at the mention of the organization. "Indeed," he continues, a teasing bite to his words, "Are you not out at such a late time due to your own eccentricities? After all, I see no reports in your hands."
Kyryll Chudomirovich Flins on what it means to grow attached.
Bookmarked by Annelise Laurent (kyoko_annie)
09 May 2026