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  1. Public Bookmark 5

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    Every Inumaki of the Solari Dominion was born with the High Tongue. It was the sacred language of the Kings, a power that could bend the will of men and the fabric of reality itself.

    They called it a Blessing. Toge called it a Curse.

    When a runaway prince bled out at the edge of the Grey-lands, Death arrived to collect—and couldn't.

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    10 May 2026

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    ohmygod.
    9/6/26- CHP 2 WAS SO GOOD. absolutely insane.

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    “Always wanted to fuck a goth babe,” Atsumu comments casually. His gaze finds a home on Kiyoomi’s lips. “I bet you’re a freak in bed, huh?”

    It’s a horrible pick up attempt. Kiyoomi resents the anticipation that twists in his gut, resents all the sly smiles and weighted stares that work exactly how they’re intended to. Resents that Atsumu knows what he’s doing, wearing Kiyoomi down until he snaps under the tension.

    Well, two can play this game, and Kiyoomi’s not going down without a fight.

    “You could say that,” Kiyoomi answers, matching Atsumu’s indifferent tone. “Probably would be too much for you.”

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    06 Jun 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 65

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    “Your eyes,” Yuuta blurted.

    Toge tilted his head. The breeze caught his pale hair, and it shimmered—white-silver under the moonlight.

    Oh god. Oh god, Yuuta’s mouth was moving without his permission. The champagne had staged a full coup, and his higher brain functions had been deposed. He could feel the heat crawling up his neck, across his cheeks, all the way to the tips of his ears, and he was still talking.

    “They’re, um. Your eyes are... prettier than the stars. And your hair—it’s like starlight. You look like you’re made of starlight.”

    Arranged marriage, but make it a series of drunken confessions.

    OR: Five times the Prince and his arranged fiancé got drunk and confessed to each other, and the one time they were sober.

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    27 Apr 2026

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    There’s a word I couldn’t say. I need you to know it exists. Please wait for me

     

    such a gorg fic omg.

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    Phainon couldn't help but feel a bit attracted to Mydei from the very first meeting they had; he only wished he had been more honest with him from the very first moment.

    Not that it matters, Mydei only wants that man wearing glasses to follow him everywhere just as bad as Phainon wants to follow him.

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    20 May 2026

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    phainon's libido far outweighs his husband's.
    but thats alright.
    he has permission from mydei to do as he pleased when mydei was asleep, regardless.

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    19 May 2026