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“I have this fantasy - don’t judge me, but I have this dream of them, like… chasing me down. And when they catch me, because they always catch me, dear God do they do awful things to me.”
“Awful?” She asks with a wry smile, finishing her drink, too.
“Awful.”
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𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦-𝘶𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘪.
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26 Jun 2026
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Take Your Time, Miss Deer by borkunlimited
Fandoms: 恋与深空 | Love and Deepspace (Video Game)
06 Apr 2025
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In a tailor shop tucked in the calmer side of the N109 zone is a little room where all clothes of many different designs come together under the delicate hands of an unassuming deer living in the den of all sorts of beasts and sitting on them is the dragon who wears your clothes.
Your many interactions with Skye, Mr. Sylus’ messenger or-
-Sylus is waiting for you to finally figure out he is playing his own messenger.
A Deer Hybrid! Reader x Dragon Hybrid! Sylus Fic
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26 Jun 2026
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Where the Anchor Rests and Tide Rises by Starlight_Sweettooth
Fandoms: 恋与深空 | Love and Deepspace (Video Game)
26 Jun 2026
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“You don't ever have to protect me, pipsqueak. That's my job. Always."
Caleb lied. Because a year later, he’s a ghost in the wind, and your hands are still trembling from the fire.
A year ago, the sky tore open, and Colonel Caleb took the exploding heart of a military vessel out into the deep zone just to keep you breathing. You were left behind with his old military jacket, his items, and a suffocating ocean of guilt.
Stripped of your Hunter license and carrying a fierce, protective instinct with nowhere to go, you accept an underground, off the books security contract in Whitesand Bay. Your client? An eccentric, ridiculously wealthy, and infuriatingly dramatic artist - Rafayel.
Rafayel is a storm wrapped in silk and paint, refusing to eat or take care of himself.
He thinks he can bore you or break your patience with his tantrums. He doesn't realise you spent a lifetime perfecting the art of taking care of a stubborn man who runs himself into the ground, you’re completely unbothered by his diva routines.
Or: The one where you are the ultimate, bossy caretaker, Rafayel is a beautiful disaster who secretly wants to be looked after, and a certain ghost from the past refuses to rest.
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26 Jun 2026
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The Fivefold Divide—the moment her soul shattered across the stars.
Five fragments. Five worlds. Five lives that were never meant to intersect.
In another universe—one without war, without Wanderers, without them—she lives on. Different names. Different faces. Softer lives, untouched by the weight she once carried.
She laughs. She sleeps. She forgets.
And yet… something is missing.
A quiet ache beneath her ribs.
A feeling she can’t name.
A love that never truly left.Across impossible distance, through fractured memory and something deeper than fate—
they find her.
Not as soldiers. Not as saviors.
But as strangers with familiar hearts, learning her gently, piece by piece—
hoping that this time…
she’ll choose to love them again.
And when they find her… restraint doesn’t come easy.
And some things between them were never meant to stay gentle.Bookmarked by Cashmere_Crow
26 Jun 2026
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"Then his gaze caught on the heap of cloth by the door—the nightgown you’d discarded in your rush to bring him inside. Pale fabric against dark floorboards. It called his name, coaxing him forward, whispering sweet nothings of paradise.
He bent in reverence and gathered it up. The cotton was still faintly warm from your body. He fisted the fabric and brought it to his face, inhaling until the scent of your skin flooded him.
“Oh f-fuck,” he gasped.
A tremor ran through him; his knees hit the boards with a muted thud. He stayed there for a long moment, head bowed, the nightgown crushed in his hands as he inhaled greedily. "
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A sickness is taking over your village. Livestock are dying, and people whisper of a beast in the woods. You search for a reason as the healer, but nothing explains the creeping plague. Then there’s Caleb, the quiet butcher with solemn eyes. When blood spills and maulings occur more frequently, the line between man and monster thins... and loving the beast may be the curse you were born to bear.
(Violence, blood, gore NOT related to smut. Smut starts chapter 7, marked with *. Adding tags as I go.)
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