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Warnings: underage drinking and smoking.
Portrait Of You
As a general rule, Chuuya hates any assignment that takes him away from Yokohama for longer than a day. This one’s on the shorter side, a few days at the most, but it gets extra contempt for taking him to this place specifically.
“You’ve yet to tell me of any good reason I should offer you fundings,” he tells—Kurogiri, he thinks—the man whose ability seems to be constantly active, since his face is hidden behind a smokescreen, black as ink. “Or my attention, at all.” Continue reading →
Warnings: misogyny, implied domestic abuse, organ stealing.
In Normalcy’s Good Name
It’s rarely earlier than four when Ratchet’s night shift ends. In summer those hours mean that the sky glows pale and blue over the desert, feverish with the coming of dawn, by the time he makes it out of the hospital. He feels that light in his chest and forehead as his steps drag against the pavement. The nearest open diner is a garish place with mediocre food and worse coffee, but it beats going home on an empty stomach. If he attempts it, he knows he’ll wake up shaking with hunger.
He won’t touch the coffee anyway. He’s twenty years past that kind of caffeine tolerance. Continue reading →
“Do you understand, Sidon?”
Mipha’s voice is never less than kind. It never rises even in anger, never lowers even in sorrow. Sidon is barely tall enough to reach her middle still, but Mipha crouches to his level every time they speak. She sits next to him when he is calm enough to sit, and lies by his side when sleep cannot find him. Continue reading →
Set You Apart
Stein’s house was a masterpiece of ill omens. Stein opening the door to his home standing on his two feet was an ill omen in and of itself, but all Spirit felt at the sight was griping excitement, regardless of the fact that it must mean Stein had been watching him hover there for minutes without daring to ring. Stein’s hand never let go of its loose hold on the handle of the door as he looked Spirit from head to toe, slowly, perhaps not as meaningfully as Spirit had hoped.
This is a bad idea, he thought again. Continue reading →
Warnings: needles, blood, mentions of drugs.
Safu owned a key to Nezumi and Shion’s apartment.
It was a tiny thing, rusty because she had let it sit outside in the rain on her balcony one day, and she had never used it so far. Shion had given it to her the moment he had moved in with Nezumi, three years ago. She wasn’t even sure that Nezumi himself knew about it. Continue reading →
It’s been a long day.
The shadows are low and wide by the time they make it back to the hideout. It’s a red kind of twilight, burning over the trees’ leaves and hanging heavy under the clouds, smelling of oncoming rain more than fresh air. The cave that Itachi and Kisame have taken as refuge for the expedition always smells of humidity, but tonight the scent is stronger, clinging to skin and cloth. Continue reading →
Rating: E – NSFW
There was a chime. A slow and trembling note, crystal-clear, right at the crook of Adashino’s right ear. He heard it on the first morning of spring as his eyes opened to low-lit wood, grey and pink as it always looked right before sunrise warmed it to gold.
He blinked. The chime rang again softly. Continue reading →
Warnings: implied animal abuse.
The Building Process
Running the scam Reigen’s planned wouldn’t be so hard if Mob wasn’t such a good boy. He’s one in a million in terms of kindness; he deserves none of the stress he navigates through, and certainly not to have Reigen take advantage of his abilities to gain in popularity and keep his business afloat. A few weeks after their first meeting and after Reigen has decided to give the boy some pocket money, because he can’t leave his services unpaid but he can’t fully employ a kid either, Mob comes back to the office with blood on his face and a filthy cat in his hands. Continue reading →