1eyesee
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“Let’s play soccer.”
A silent request to remember him when Nagi finds himself in all the places that Reo will never be. But with Nagi’s eyes hellbent on staying, looking, lingering at Isagi, Reo’s not so sure Nagi understood like he used to.
Love frosts them over in the quietest moments. It's too chilling for a pair of two.
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It’s been a long time since he’s felt two heartbeats.
Now, he feels two in just his own. It has to be his own, because it’s been too long since they’ve fallen in the same step, and he doesn’t know him like that anymore. It nears impossible, the thought of it.
The visage that appears in front of him now, only five feet away, feels some or all types of wrong. That highschool boy that spent sunny afternoons with him in the warmest reluctance he's known disappears in memories that burn too hot to touch. He’s much older, too.
Nagi is.
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Faye walks into a bar. It shouldn't surprise you.
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13 Jul 2026
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She scrubs her eyes. “I'm just so disappointed. I thought you were really dead.”
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09 Jul 2026
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This could, Naegi thinks, be peace.
His heart hurts so much he can't breathe. And he thinks that he needs to - to go back to that moment in the trial. And to place his trust in her.
But he can't. You cannot go back in time. This is reality.(an extended speculation on the 'bad ending')
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This is How You Lose Her by emiwips (emiwrimo)
Fandoms: Fire Emblem: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem: Three Houses
18 Mar 2024
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THIS IS HOW you lose her.
You cheat on her, your fiancée, your amour, your darling, your dear, with a femme Quebecoise who had an Aphrodisian hot-bod that rocked your world. But she was just some no-name no-body whore, really. She’s not your Madonna. She’s your Madonna. Your Madonna, who is right before you in your shared apartment in the quaintest street this side of Paris. Your Virgin Mary, who has tears streaming down her red-purple cheeks; voice hoarse from screaming as if this was the moment when she witnessed her Mortal Son die on the cross. On her knees, on the ground, on the precipice of a nervous breakdown, her fists pound against the Persian carpet you bought during your business trip to Iran, where you cheated on her before with a bright-eyed and tight-lipped Australian tourist.
Hello! Rather unusually, this is an unfinished wip that I'm posting anyway, so I can finally say goodbye to it. Chapter 1 is the fic itself, to the extent that it still makes sense; then Chapter 2 explains why I abandoned this, in addition to more snippets. I hope readers and writers both find this enlightening.
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30 Aug 2026