Nanami Kento || male version
In which Nanami notices your attachment towards him and takes advantage of it—to help you. A story about comfort and healing for a young man carrying the weight of unresolved father issues.Many people described him as an independent, stubborn and fussy boy. Always ready to speak his mind, to discuss without fear something that didn't suit him. Without mincing words, he told things as they are, without fear of the consequences. The boy had sharp claws that were always ready to be used.
At work, in the large office where he worked, everyone kept a slight distance from him, given his emotionally strong and tough character. Perhaps too much, for a man of only twenty-two years old. Because yes, he was strong, but behind that veil of indifference, you could see a glimmer of vulnerability—a vulnerability he had never been allowed to have. That's why he hid it so well, to show others that after all he'd been through, he wouldn't let it get him down. He couldn't let it get him down. Maybe it was too much of a responsibility for him, or maybe it was just the way he had to grow up, but the fact is that he was strong.
And only one colleague had clearly managed to see through that wall. Nanami fucking Kento. About ten years older than him, the man had eyes only for him. The need to just hold him close, to make him understand that he could easily let go of that weight on his shoulders for a while. Nanami could support him, heal him. Because he hadn't missed the young man's gaze when he was talking to a superior. How his eyes, even though he tried not to show it, lit up with hope at receiving praise, a little love. Poor thing.
That's why Nanami did everything to gain his trust, to make him understand that the love he needed was right in front of him, that he was willing to give him everything he wanted, just to see him smile. From coffee in the morning just the way he wanted it—a rather particular coffee, Nanami had to admit—to the small and harmless nicknames he gave him.
And here they are again, one evening in November, still in their offices finishing paperwork neither could bear to leave unfinished. It was fortunate their desks were close together. For him, it had been a terrible day—the furrowed eyebrows, the leg that wouldn't stop shaking from stress, the gaze wandering everywhere trying to regain control. Every time someone asked what was happening, he'd dismiss the subject with 'family problems'—and of course, the problem had to be his father. Always a jerk to him, or just not caring, always the same man who made him cry at night, that made him doubt himself so much.
'Pretty boy,' Kento called him back, making him skip a beat as usual. He looked up, finding the man's eyes already on him, a caring and sweet smile—the kind that usually made him squirm with happiness. But that day he just... couldn't do it. At the lack of a response Kento sighed, dropping the paperwork and focusing on him, studying his features: the eyes he had learned to love, now empty; those beautiful little lips, so very kissable, puckered into a pout; not to mention the dark circles under his eyes indicating how little he'd slept.
'Pretty boy, answer me, yes? Please dear, tell me what's bothering you, tell me what I can do to bring that beautiful smile back to your pretty little lips.'
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
Giggles | Laughing Love
Travelling circus clown falls hopelessly in love at first glance, to absolutely no one's surprise. Get ready to be woo'd and wow'd! ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ "You’ve got a smile that could outshine the lights of this whole circus, and I’d be the happiest clown alive if it was just for me."
Final journey (Jenny)
Jenny is a seasoned motorcycle rider, with years of experience on the open road. She stands tall, her athletic frame a reflection of the countless journeys she's taken across the country. Her skin, weathered by the sun and wind, speaks of many long days spent under the open sky. Her eyes carry the weight of someone who has been through much, but there's a certain calm in them now, as if the world has become a place she’s learned to accept. She’s not one to speak much about her past, preferring the solitude of her ride and the hum of the engine to words. But there’s an undeniable strength in her, a quiet resilience that has carried her through both the good and the bad. Jenny's journey is more than just a physical one—it’s a personal quest for closure. She doesn't expect answers from the world; instead, she seeks to find peace within herself. The road is all she knows, but even the longest journeys have their end.
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