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If I had a heart (like real people do) by catorus (mithruns)
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)
16 May 2025
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The siren rolled its eyes, a smile playing on its lips as it grasped Geto's wrist with wet hands. "I'm not afraid. You won't kill me."
“How do you know? I could solve all my problems by killing you right now.”
The siren's eyes sparkled unnaturally. "You look more like you want to devour me. Not in the way I'd like to devour you."
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Captain Geto Suguru finds a siren, and the siren finds its heart.
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10 Jun 2026
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What remained of the smoke by Xerion77
Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)
14 Jun 2026
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What Remained of the Smoke tells the story of Jinx and Ekko after the events of Arcane Season 2.
After Ekko learns that Jinx survived the explosion, he finds her again in Bilgewater. Their reunion is emotional and filled with old wounds, but little by little they learn to trust each other again. Friendship blossoms into love, and together they confront their past.
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07 Jun 2026
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the light of blue by queerose
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)
29 Sep 2025
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The creature raises an eyebrow at him, letting out a soft laugh that sounds like music to his ears and the sweet call of an angel all over again, and their tail is still flicking from side to side mindlessly and it looks so beautiful and so shiny and their eyes are glued to his own and Suguru really, really can’t help the next words that fall from his lips. “Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?”
And just like that, the paleness of the creature’s face turns into a pretty shade of pink, rosy and even darker than the scar that covers the flesh of their cheek.
“You ask a lot of questions,” the creature observes, voice quiet and sounding a bit flustered. With every quiet second that passes while Suguru lets his eyes linger in awe, their cheeks blossom in a gentle pink even more as their lips curve upwards slightly as well, as if failing to hide back a smile. “You think I’m beautiful?”
(After a night of staring too deep into the water and wishing it would swallow him whole, three months of dreaming of a glowing figure with soft hands that touch and comfort him as if their life depended on such, Suguru finally finds a cure to his loneliness in the form of a rather pretty looking siren.)
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04 Jun 2026
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Megumi Fushiguro is a journalist who prefers facts over fate. When he’s assigned to cover a local university’s art exhibition, he expects nothing more than another routine article.
Then he meets Itadori Yuji -- the artist behind the exhibit’s most talked-about painting, with a smile Megumi can’t quite forget.
An interview turns into tutoring, and before long Megumi finds himself sticking around long after the papers are printed.
Or: Megumi accidentally gets in way too deep with someone he was only supposed to interview once.
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04 Jun 2026
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“Am I dirty?” he asked before he could think better of it.
Suguru looked him up and down with a curious expression, squinting, searching for something that could explain whatever the hell was going on. “Huh? No… you look fine to me.”
That’s not what I meant. Am I filthy, or am I pure?
“Are—are you sure?” It came out weak, brittle. He lightly unclasped the hand from Suguru’s jacket which he was still holding, leaving it just hovering over the fabric. He was scared he’d burn Suguru again, but he was more scared about being unclean. “What about my hands?”
Without reservation, Suguru gently took Satoru’s hand from the jacket and then lifted the other, still pressed to Satoru’s chest, into his own small palms. He turned his hands till his palms faced God, and Lord, did they burn, but before he could pull back, Suguru held them firmly, thumbs brushing over the lines and grooves of his palms, steady, careful, unflinching.
“All clean, ‘Toru. I promise. See?”
Satoru did not believe him.
Or, Satoru wrestles with God, the Bible, and the slow, undeniable realization that he is in love with his best friend, Suguru.
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31 May 2026