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"The night his father dies, Deva witnesses what losing a soulmate can do to a person."
alternatively: Deva has a soulmate. the universe has other plans.
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distance (a mistake i make every night) by magicaldragons
Fandoms: సలార్ | Salaar (2023)
19 Jan 2024
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"I hate you." Varadha whispers, trepidation etched over his features, "Don't mistake this for anything else. I will always hate you."
Deva is so, so close it physically hurts. The heat that Varadha exudes threatens to incinerate him from the inside out, and he follows its trail, ready to burn. Varadha turns his head at the last moment, Deva's lips brushing the underside of his jaw.
It's okay though, because Deva understands. It always takes time for prey to recognize that it's been caught.
(a varadeva hate-sex fic, arranged marriage if you look closely)
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There's something weird about Beacon Hills that Stiles can't quite put his finger on. The way everyone in town knows his name the day he arrives. The way they insist the melancholic howling that echoes through the forest every night is just a dog. The way his dad denies getting a dog, even though Stiles comes home to find one sprawled across his bed, some big black thing whose eyes gleam red in the right light. The way that massive oak tree out in the woods vibrates under his touch, pulsing with sickly life.
There's something weird going on in this town, and Stiles is determined to get to the bottom of it.
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04 Jul 2026
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He has no idea what you're supposed to say when you find one of your...werewolf acquaintances, completely out of their mind, growling like they're about to see what your insides taste like. There's no handbook for this. Stiles is thinking that if he survives he might write one.
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30 Jun 2026
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To My Shore AU by Ella_166
Fandom Four Faced Buddha by Su Er Liang (苏二两), KinnPorsche: The Series (TV), Si Mian Fu (四面佛) by Su Er Liang (苏二两), To My Shore (TV Show), 吾岸 | To My Shore (TV), 四面佛 - 四面佛 | Four Faced Buddha - Su Er Liang, 垂涎 | ABO Desire (TV 2025), 垂涎 | Desire: The Series (China TV 2025), 逆爱 | Revenged Love (TV)
09 Mar 2026
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16 Jun 2026
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and tenderness tastes better with blood in my mouth by Craban
Fandoms: 吾岸 | To My Shore (TV)
10 Jan 2026
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There is something about the way Fan Xiao looks at him sometimes: dark, hungry eyes tracking his every move, every minute twitch of his muscle, a starved predator on a prowl – as if Shulang is the only thing that can sate him, the only light reflected in the depth of his eyes – the last matchstick still burning in the palm of his hand, keeping the sharp-toothed darkness at bay. As if he really is his god, brimming with holy might of salvation, capable of pacifying the rushing waves with a casual flick of his fingers – a thing to be devoutly worshipped, held onto with shaking, bloodied hands, kept hidden in the cavity of his chest.
It should unnerve him, perhaps, that morbid, scorching intensity of Fan Xiao's desire, tinged with a hint of nauseating seasickness, but after a lifetime spent wandering through the sea of people like a stray piece of driftwood, unnoticed and unseen, having those ravenous eyes perpetually trained on him feels like his greatest treasure, his hard-earned reward; after all, earth that had turned to permafrost cannot feel the warmth of spring, not unless you set it aflame.
Or: on You Shulang, love, and poison
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- Part 2 of love isn't a funeral
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16 Jun 2026
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You Shulang.
He is addicted to him in the same manner he is addicted to his matches, the minute sting and flicker of the flame, the heady, cloying scent of his cigarettes – like dying, rotten roses. Has been chasing the high of a new dose ever since their first meeting, desperate for another searching look, another sharp-tongued retort, another half-fond half-annoyed sigh, another second spent basking under those watchful eyes, all of You Shulang’s attention belonging to him, and him only. Another taste of his skin, sun-warmed and slightly salty, warmer still in the crook of his neck, blood thrumming underneath, true and alive; another taste of his lips, slightly chapped with the day’s worries, pinpricks of blood rising to the surface with each press of Fan Xiao’s mouth.
Or: on Fan Xiao, drowning, and salvation
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- Part 1 of love isn't a funeral
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16 Jun 2026