I taste iron, carbon...and, a hint of nickel!....Space tastes lonely -pets space rock-
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Stories by YaBoi_Soren
Thieves Without Direction
A group of five, who've learned to live for one another, to work for one another, to steal to be alive. Corru...
Diluc, of Mondstat, and I'm...a ba...
A little oneshot based on the thought that Diluc becomes a babysitter for Klee when Jean isn't available, yet...
One Last Song
I don't know, I just know I'm sorry and I still haven't forgiven myself for writing this, this is very badly...