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Enjin never wanted to have kids, but somehow the stray teens he accidentally collected decided otherwise.
Five times someone snuck into Enjin's bed and one time he snuck in someone else's.
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“I can make it stop.”
She froze, a chill running up her spine.
She slowly glanced at the boy who stood there.
“What?” She whispered. A mere breath, her voice barely audible— even to her.
“I can make it stop. I can make them stop.”-
Myrtle Warren has a problem. Tom Riddle has a solution. Everything comes with a price.
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12 Jul 2023
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"And here’s the thing.
Atsumu is not a popular person by any means. Fuck, most people can barely stand him.
But when Bokuto is around and happy to see him, he feels this pure, stirring awareness of being a really exciting person no matter how boring he actually ends up being.
And Atsumu has never been good at not chasing the highs he wants to deserve."
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Miya Atsumu vs. the mortifying ordeal of being known: the fic
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14 Jul 2023
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Rudo let out a weak, frustrated groan, dropping his head back against the stone. Going back inside meant facing the gauntlet of worried looks and questions again, and his burning hands didn't even feel capable of holding a fork right now anyway. The fire in his wrists was pulsing in perfect time with the thumping behind his eyes. He just needed a minute to sit here in the quiet and close his eyes…
“Rudo?”
His eyes snapped open.
For a brief, disoriented second, he almost expected to see Regto standing over him, cool compress in hand.
Instead, Enjin was crouched in front of him, one arm resting on his knee. The older man's sharp eyes were narrowed, taking in the posture, the untouched plate of food, and the heavy sweat dampening Rudo's hair.
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Rudo gets sick. Enjin's there to help.
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