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- You offered him the job. – Eita considered moving but…He was too comfortable.
- He was brilliant even back then, the bastard. And obviously he’s only gotten better.
- And you want him. – He didn’t see any point in arguing.
- Are you saying you don’t ? – Taichi chuckled, the sound low and Eita felt it more than heard it. – I saw you. And I remember you a decade ago.
- What can I say, I’ve accepted my nature. – More gentle scratching. His nature. Inhuman, demonic, brutal, possessive. Destructive when what he considered his was threatened. Eita had seen a lot throughout all the years after they had gotten kicked out of school together. And yet here he was, thinking he would not trade this for anything in the world. – And I don’t think he’s changed that much from back then.
- You sure you’re not saying that because you hope he is still as interested in making out with you in the supply closet as he was after practice ?Series
- Part 1 of Dream Alchemy
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- You’re doing it again. – Pollux jabbed his fingertip into Castor’s palm, clearly making sure to poke at the spot as far from the wound as possible. – You’re forgiving it all when you should hate me. – Cold green eyes met his once more, pupils wide in something that wasn’t anger or fear or shock but…Almost. – You should blame me and hate me and want me to grovel and beg.
Which was…Castor frowned and tried to tug his hand free. Pollux’ fingers did not let him budge.
- You’re my little brother. – He paused and tried to organise the words. – I would do anything for you and I could never hate you for anything. Especially for things not under your control. You were lost and confused and I was a stranger. You could only trust Juliette and she told you I was a liar. – And hadn’t that cut him to the bone the first time Pollux had said it all those years ago. And every time after that. – You know that.
- Well, you are wrong.
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Some time after the events of Taking the Skies, Castor is looking at the stars and contemplating his new life. And late at night, over a peeled tangerine, Pollux finally gets him to listen. Maybe even accept help. Maybe. -
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– Now. Shall we head out ?
- I haven’t agreed yet, Konoha-san.
The blank look he got was the greatest insult he had been dealt since the start of the conversation. He was absolutely sure of it. Like what he had just said made zero sense.
- What, you’re going to refuse ? – The disbelief felt real this time. Bastard. – No, you won’t. You didn’t refuse to raise a god after you had a gun pressed to your head, are you telling me that at any point in the last half an hour you actually considered not coming along ? Actually ?
Keiji opened his mouth. Closed it. Crossed his arms in what he knew was a childish display of petulance but he had to show his displeasure at being so easy to read. He had to. Because they both knew, had known from before Konoha had actually asked, that he would accept. It was too big, too obscure, too impossible. To remove a last wish curse from a being nobody even knew the species of ? Who would refuse that ?
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Or, the one where Keiji is dragged back (willingly) to Fukurodani to take off a curse, ends up on a roadtrip to another dimension and completely fails to be impressed by a Deep Dark Horrible Shameful Secret TM. Kenma is still terrifying, though.Series
- Part 7 of Dream Alchemy
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- Changsheng, do you mind watching him for a couple of hours ? I’ll tell Gui to come and change his compress and see if he can get him to drink some medicinal tea, but you can keep an eye on his energies. And…
- And what will you be doing while Qiqi is taking care of the Pharmacy ? - She didn’t even glare at him. Didn’t even narrow her eyes. She knew she didn’t have to. - Listen…
He stirred the herbs in the little tin above the fire.
- I am not going to do anything to endanger you. - That got him a glare. He would be impressed but they had known each other for way too long. - You know that.
- I’m not worried about myself. Do you think it will make a difference ? - He blinked. - No need to pretend you only want to speak to the Prime Adeptus because you need information. I know you, Baizhu. And I have seen you around him. - She nodded at the Yaksha who still hadn’t as much as inhaled since Aether had more or less carried him to the Pharmacy. - He is not a child.
- I am aware. - She clicked her tongue. - I know, Changsheng, come on… But just because he is not a child, does this mean he doesn’t deserve fair or kind treatment ? -
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Keiji considered for one long heartbeat pulling out a talisman but while he could defend himself, it had never been his specialty. Plus, not a lot of spells could really protect one from, well…
The standard looking pistol a tall blond trigger-happy looking stranger was pointing at his face from about five feet away.
A gun. An actual gun someone was pointing at him with what appeared to be a casual and relaxed grip. Which in his experience meant the man was confident and experienced with whatever he was holding and whatever he was about to do with it. While Keiji himself was kneeling by a grave in the middle of the night clearly dressed up for breaking and entering and…
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- I need you to raise a god.
A god ? Keiji focused on his own face, trying to make sure no emotion flicked over his features. Bokuto of Fukurodani wanted him to raise a god ?
He was about to start salivating.Series
- Part 5 of Dream Alchemy
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Columbina tilts her head. “Has it had any physical effects? Please indulge my lack of sight.”
Illuga frowns. “I don’t have any scars from the Hunter now, if that’s what you mean,” he says. “It’s as if I’d never been attacked in the first place.”
Aether’s hand hesitantly lands on Illuga’s shoulder. “I didn’t want to stress you out more until we could talk to Columbina, but now that we’re here, you should probably look at your reflection,” he says quietly, carefully.
His body stiffens in an instant, and that feeling of ,wrong, wrong, wrong hits him again full force. He steps out from under Aether’s touch and staggers on autopilot toward the closest pool of water. Illuga crouches down at the edge, pushing his fingers into his hair for some sort of grounding as he leans forward, lantern knocking against his thigh. He catches sight of his reflection, and his world tilts on its axis.
Illuga comes back from the dead less human and more fae than before.
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- Part 1 of Staurolite Shards
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07 Jun 2026
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Despite their angelic reputation, Halovians are no less bound by their bodies as anyone else. Even those supposedly perfect will have their issues, and when left to fester, they’ll only get worse. No matter how much Sunday wishes to separate himself from his body, he is now stuck in reality and forced to address the problems he had hoped to leave behind once in the blissful dream. Forced awake after so long dreaming, it’s so much worse than before, and he is no better than any fearful little charmony dove
Have you ever seen a dove try to build a nest? It’s so pathetic you just feel bad for the stupid thing.
(Sunday has a lot of problems and at this point he has no choice but to get rehabilitated by the humans around him like the neglected rescue bird he is)
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06 Feb 2026
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"I don't like it," Flins murmured to the apha's skin.
"Hmm?"
"Not being able to smell you," he wanted to curl his fingers into a fist to overcome the sudden rush of embarrassment, but he didn't. Nonchalant in nature, he spoke like it was natural for him to disclose his feelings this easily. "I like your scent.”
"I know." A small purr rumbled in the alpha's chest, his hand on Flins's hair didn't stop combing it.
Did he, really? Was Flins that futile in his endeavor to sweep every emotion under the rug?
Flins didn't make any requests of him. He never tried to ask anything of him. He took whatever Varka gave him and learned to be content with it. And to be fair, Varka gave him everything.
Except for one thing.
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Flins is in love, and he wants that mating bite on his neck. But all he does is wonder if Varka feels the same about him as he touches the fae's skin in the most indecent way every time he comes back to him.
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14 Jan 2026
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“Grandmaster Varka,” Flins finally says, shattering the strange silence between the two. Now Varka has no choice but to meet his eyes, and- Archons, he swears he can see his own reflection in those dead golden pools. “You never returned to the Final Night Cemetery.”
There’s a beat. Then- “What?”
[flins following fae courting traditions that no longer exist and confusing the FUCK out of varka for like a month]
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13 Oct 2025
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When Varka heads north through the dangerous mists to slay the Hunt’s Dearg Ruadhri, he’s accompanied by a lamp with azure flame, lent to him by Flins, a ‘grave keeper’ he met when paying respects to the Lightkeepers’ fallen. This lamp may be more than it appears…
Varka carefully sets the lamp back on the table. “I’m going to need a belt and a strap to carry you with me. I hope the general goods store has the stock.” Standing, he heads to the bathroom, calling back. “Let me just wash up and then we can go, beautiful.” The door closes.
Lamp: …
Lamp: (I didn’t know he was a lunatic.)
Lamp: (…He can’t have guessed, could he?)INCOMPLETE WORK
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02 Oct 2025