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    “Uh,” Geralt said, staring down at the glass bowl.

    “Ribbit,” said the frog.

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    Mercy of Kalr contrives a situation where Seivarden cleans Breq's boots after a joke got taken a bit to seriously. Sort of like how this fic was made after I made a boot licking joke and took it too far. Anyway enjoy.

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    At his lowest, all Kiryu needs is to feel anything at all.

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    End of series AU, wherein Zero Requiem did not go as planned. Suzaku is tired of ghosts.

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    Vicious wipes blood from his hands and looks Spike over; cold and grey. Distant.

    “You were there to kill me,” Vicious says.

    Spike’s surprised he remembers. He’d been the last man in the room, the door guard. It sends a wild thrill of anticipation through him. He pulls his pack of cigarettes out of his jeans pocket. “Nothing personal.”

    It sounds cooler than Spike feels, hot at the edges like he can steam the blood back out of his shirt. It’s late July, but cold because Mars is fucked up running on the conversion calendar. The blood on his collar is cooling from alive-hot against his skin to past dead-cold. A sticking splash shedding warmth it will never hold again. 

    “You couldn’t have,” Vicious says.

    Spike’s teeth clamp on his cigarette filter, lips peeling back as he lights it in a rictus snarl. “You want to find out?”

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    Syndicate-era long fic, about all the roads converging along the lines of fate.

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    18 Dec 2024