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The warmth of snow, a story in which two lovers return from an unexpected fight and (try to) heal each other. Extract:

It wasn’t anything they wouldn’t survive to, there were scars they didn’t talk about in their bodies for a reason. They were experienced fighters, some blood wouldn’t hurt too much… In fact, their enemies definitely ended up in worse shape. Combat was no issue.
The problem was that Legamünt was a bit (extremely) adamant with letting himself be healed, no matter how many feathers his golden wings lost or how many scratches decorated his face. He didn’t like being taken care of– slowly, he was opening up to letting his boyfriend heal him, in body and soul, but he preferred to clean Rozatte’s injuries without letting him do the same for him. The warlock didn’t mind much; he knew how his partner felt about collaborating with others in general, even if his life could be at risk. Legamünt was taking care of him in complete silence and with his purple gaze falling on his partner as he placed soothing balms on his skin from time to time, checking on him without any sound coming out of his lips.

Illusions of time, a story that talks about a person who suffered from time loops and suddenly, after many years of the last loop, founds himself back where everything started. Extract:

His throat felt clogged, and his chest was heavy. He left the room, and none of his coworkers batted an eye at his rush – okay, sometimes he just started to run around, but it was still strange that nobody looked up from their screens.

It was like his legs were filled with fresh cement, as his legs slowed down with every single step. Julian touched his own neck for a second; breathing was starting to be a complicated task, his lips trembled and his entire body shook. There was a weird feeling in his eyes, an itch of sorts, but the man ignored it and kept running through the hallways without an actual path in mind.

Well rested, a story in which a character wakes up without knowing where he is, in a post-apocalyptic world. Extract:

His eye was closed. For once, it didn’t feel heavy, but the warmth that surrounded his body made him remain in bed. He felt refreshed, and nothing but calmness was inside of his mind. Rip wanted to continue sleeping, but he felt no tiredness; although, something was holding him, and his instincts forbid him of moving. Curiosity won over sleepiness; what was behind him? For all he knew, it was an enemy, even if his heart told him he was safe.

Somehow, it calmed him even if only for a moment. Suspicion appeared inside of his brain at seeing an unfamiliar place, and two arms surrounding him. He could hear the breathing of another being coming from behind his body, slow and steady, definitely asleep. With a closer look, the hand of the unknown person had a familiar shade of black nail polish, and- oh, fuck.

What the hell had happened the previous night? Those were KC’s hands. He was in their arms, for heaven’s sake. And he had no memory of getting to her apartment, much less falling asleep at her side! Rip could feel his face warming up, and his lips trembled softly without control. His heart had never beaten as fast as it did at that exact moment.