Queimalenta Stories

Something pulled them from home. Or maybe it brought them exactly where they were meant to be. Gon and Killua fall into a strange world, where heroes wear capes, villains smile from the shadows - and nothing, absolutely nothing, makes sense the way it used to. They've faced monsters before. Now they face something far more challenging - glances that linger, silences that weigh heavy, closeness that says too much, and distance that hurts for no reason. There's something there. Something slow-burning, settled between battles and held breaths, growing with every choice, every absence, every touch they don't allow. Something neither of them can name - but it's always there, waiting to be felt. Side by side in wars that aren't theirs, they discover a new kind of strength. One that isn't measured in muscle - but in how much you're willing to show. And maybe, just maybe... the greatest risk was never dying. "If you look at me like that again... I won't be able to pretend I don't feel it." "If it's wrong... then why does it feel so right when it's him?"

Às vezes, a vida pode pregar peças, e Diluc Ragnvindr não está imune a isso. Após nove anos lutando em uma guerra sangrenta, a perspectiva de seguir em frente é um fardo grande demais para carregar sozinho. Reerguer os negócios de seu falecido pai e lidar com as consequências de uma cidade em pedaços são suas únicas prioridades, mas uma conversa tarde da noite com um misterioso bardo que diz ser um ótimo ouvinte muda tudo e nada.