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"Nubie," his father grunted, his voice rasping like sandpaper. "The Enigma Emperor. They say he is a monster, Joshua. A boy who slaughtered his own father to claim the throne at fifteen. He has bypassed the tradition of fratricide, keeping his brothers close like hounds on a leash. And now, he demands a bride."
"He demands me" Joshua corrected, his voice calm.
"You are a warrior," his father muttered. "You are not fit for the silks of the South. But the treaty... if we refuse, Nubie will turn its golden fields into a graveyard. You know their power, Joshua. They have the Sun."Joshua looked down at his gloved hands. He remembered the boy from ten years ago. A boy with hair the color of moonlight and eyes that held the terrifying, burning heat of a furnace. He remembered pulling that boy from the wreckage of a coup, his blade wet with the blood of assassins. He remembered the way the boy had looked at him then—not with fear, but with a terrifying, consuming adoration.
"I will go,"
🪷 inspired on BWAT' manhwa "Blossom of The White Night"
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17 Jul 2026
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The lemon dries. The afternoon holds its breath.
His scent is a slow flood, and I am drowning
womb hollowed by hunger only he can fill.
He turns pages like prayers.
I turn into a question mark of need.
"Five more pages," he says, and I learn
that waiting is its own kind of burning.Or: Vernon lies on the couch while Joshua reads nearby. A forgotten lemon slice and iced lemon tea mark the passing afternoon. Overwhelmed by Joshua's cedar-and-citrus scent, heightened by his pregnancy, Vernon's body aches with desperate need. Omegas in their 1-5 months require their alpha's cum for proper womb development, and Vernon is drowning in that primal craving. He begs, but Joshua calmly insists on finishing five more pages, promising an all-night reward. Vernon waits, trembling with remembered pleasure and unbearable want.
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15 Jul 2026
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the guy chan was interested in wasn't a guy at all by xymphony for haomyheart (heartsbleed)
Fandoms: SEVENTEEN (Band)
01 Jul 2026
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The familiar bell rings as she opens the door and heads straight of the back corner of the store where Uncle Sungho's music section resides. Though as she passes through the shop something, or someone, catches her eye.
Huh, she's never seen anyone manning the video game section before. They usually have Hansol from the DVD section go over to help customers. He looks to be about her age, a black mask and the hood of his sweatshirt covering most of his face. His dark brown bangs are adorably fluffy and just cover his eyebrows. His focus is down on the novel he's holding, and he's twirling a bright purple highlighter in his other hand. Chan doesn't think she's ever seen a guy reading and annotating a book before. The bar is that low.
He must sense her looking at him, because he looks up from his novel directly at Chan. Shivers run down her spine as his sharp angular eyes regard her from across the store, squinting. Her cheeks heat up and she bows her head to break eye contact as she speeds to the back corner of the store to see what Uncle Sungho has in stock today.
Or: Chan meets a guy at the vintage media store she frequents. But he might not be what he seems.
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14 Jul 2026
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Seungcheol lingers at the pillars of the pavilion, uneasy. “It is cold outside, my Lord.”
Humming, Wonwoo sips tea from an exquisite jade cup. “Winter has only just ended, General.”
“You will catch fever.”
Wonwoo looks up at him, at last. “Are you suggesting that a fever will kill me before battle does?" The edge of his mouth tips up. "You have little faith in me.”
"I-"
He gestures at the cushion across from him. “Sit.”
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After many years, General Choi Seungcheol returns to Jeon fortress. He plans for it to be a short visit.
Unfortunately, Lord Jeon is determined to have him stay.
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- Part 1 of Osmanthus Blooming
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12 Jul 2026
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"Oh, me too! Where are you from?" Rui asks, attempting to shift the mood to something more engaging.
"Gwangju."
"Ah, cool," and not really what Rui meant. "Where do you work?" She clarifies.
"In a hair salon," he replies. There seems to be no malice in the way he manages to miss the point twice, so Rui lets the question hang in silence for a moment longer, so that, hopefully, Hyun fills it. "Scent."
Rui's eye twitches. The enemy.
It's been just over half a decade since Rui retrained as a hairdresser, and so far it's been working out. She's won national awards for her work for two years running, has the best friends she could ask for, and a life she's finally feeling confident in. After two weeks away, it starts to crumble. This is, undoubtedly, Hyun's fault.
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05 Jul 2026