childofthenight2035
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three strikes and you're out by childofthenight2035 for the11thhour
Fandoms: Cricket RPF
20 Feb 2026
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"abhi?" ishan's voice, filled with the worst sort of quiet devastation. "can you please look at me?"
he should. he should turn his head or roll over so ishan can see him. but he just...doesn't have the energy. every movement is an enormous burden. every inch of his body is so, so heavy. he's just...numb. resigned. afraid that if he looks at ishan, his brain will start feeling things. and once he starts to feel, there's no stopping it until he's on his knees, crumbling to pieces. there wouldn't be anything left of him.
so abhi does what he shouldn't.
he closes his eyes.
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i'm gasping for air, it's all that may sate my hunger by childofthenight2035
Fandoms: Cricket RPF
15 Feb 2026
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he's lost weight.
abhishek will never admit this to anybody out loud, not anymore, but he likes it. there's that voice in a corner of his mind again, whispering, yes, yes, yes.
he thought he killed that voice three years ago.
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it’s so easy to flirt with someone like virat. he doesn’t even have to do anything. any response he gives will be met with virat’s smooth lines, or in person, with his moves. but there’s just one problem. virat flirts with people he’s not interested in. it’s the game of push and pull that the man loves so dearly. it’s how he establishes his connections, how he spices up his otherwise stressful life.
it’s just for fun. virat doesn’t actually have feelings for him.
not like joe does.
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all the magic i have known, i've had to make myself by childofthenight2035 for avachan08
Fandoms: Cricket RPF
04 Feb 2026
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there’s a figure in the doorway, blocking the light. joey can’t see well enough without his glasses, but he knows that silhouette like the back of his hand. his best friend. he wants to call out his name, he wants to reach for him, but there’s a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth and the figure disappears. joey turns to the boy by his side. his boyfriend.
“mitchy,” he breathes, a name that melts on his tongue, but not the one already stuck in the back of his throat.
to anybody else, this story would have been about mitchell. but it’s not.
this one is about ben.