inexplicable
I knew that feelings surrounded me, I knew that I loved him, but even so, I couldn't explain why, I couldn't find the reason for it... Even though deep down I knew that no one knows the reason for being in love. [NxK]
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Olá pessoal eu sou... Não interessa meu verdadeiro nome certo? Tenho 20 aninhos, e não faço faculdade......
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Small daily stories about love in small gestures. Because love doesn't need anything grand to be beautiful. —Microstories for the Flufftober 2023 challenge (Fanfics)-
Even demons have this and that they don't want to talk about. It was not convenient for Takanori to say his name left and right, especially if it was just to provoke him. A name is also a purpose. And he didn't want to see his between those beautiful, corrupted lips.
Betrayed during a trip, Prince Yuu was condemned to spend his days caring for animals in a neighboring kingdom where there was a shepherd with a strange band on his face, a curious king, a sick princess and a bohemian prince.
Reita was living a perfect romance, until the moment comes when she has her heart broken by love. He will now have to face his own demons alone to fill the void that has been created inside him.
[REITUKI] At the age of 16, Matsumoto Takanori lived isolated in a stone tower located in a remote region, among the crooked mountains beyond the forest. Owner of a unique beauty, the young man had magical hair, soft and shiny, so long that it dragged along the floor. When the shiny blond strands were cut, they turned to gold. With the only company for a rare cockatoo with bluish black plumage, the young man spent his days humming at the window, enjoying the scenery and reading fairy tales. Their peace, however, is shaken at the exact moment when a traveler, in order to escape the violent storm, invades the tower in search of shelter.
– Less drama Yuu-chan. — Reita, you ran away, crooked drunk, pushing everyone and shouting things that no one understood because this language was so tangled up. And pray, because you turned your drink on Uruha. – Aoi continued speaking loudly. — Is it? My memory is a little deferential. - I confessed. – What happened afterwards?