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There's a fool waiting by your side.

escrita por Grollywenonsra
Fanfic / Fanfiction There's a fool waiting by your side.
Concluído
Capítulos 1
Palavras 999
Atualizada
Idioma Inglês
Categorias Naruto e Boruto
Gêneros Conto, Gay / Yaoi, LGBTQIAPN+
There’s a fool waiting to run to you whenever you need comfort.
There’s a fool waiting all night just to soothe you to sleep.
There’s a fool waiting to wrap a warm coat around you.
There’s a fool waiting to spoil you unconditionally.
There’s a fool waiting by your side, so you can lean on them whenever you need.
There’s a fool waiting for your smile.
There’s a fool waiting by your side who has finally been acknowledged.
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The days of strong winds. - Tobidei

escrita por Grollywenonsra
Fanfic / Fanfiction The days of strong winds. - Tobidei
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Capítulos 4
Palavras 4.032
Atualizada
Idioma Inglês
Categorias Naruto e Boruto
Gêneros Conto, Gay / Yaoi, LGBTQIAPN+, Lírica / Poesia, Romance / Novela, Universo Alternativo
The days when the wind blows in my face.
I love the sound of life, love your smile, love your hair and eyes. Never leave my heart, my heart is yours.
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"There will be days when you forget the story I told you."
"There will be days when you forget the warmth of my hands."

I can forget but I will never forget how beautiful you are in my eyes.
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Summer in your Name. - Tobidei

escrita por Grollywenonsra
Fanfic / Fanfiction Summer in your Name. - Tobidei
Concluído
Capítulos 1
Palavras 1.560
Atualizada
Idioma Inglês
Categorias Naruto e Boruto
Gêneros Conto, Gay / Yaoi, LGBTQIAPN+, Universo Alternativo
Summer in the early 2000s made people sigh in admiration.
The sunlight was so bright that even birds had to hide under the shade of lush trees.
The sky was clear and high, and the summer air was filled with the scent of earth and plants after the early rains of the season.

A black-haired boy reached for a white daisy by the riverside. He turned and handed it to you.

“What’s your name?”

The sun was scorching back then, so much that people had to squint when they looked up. But when that sunlight landed on the small figure with golden locks like those painted in museum artworks, it wasn’t blinding anymore. At least not for him at that moment.

Someone smiled foolishly at that light until the clouds covered the sky.
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