Venture Out of Boredom (Chapter 4)

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Venture Out Of Boredom
Chapter 4

Hyacinthe blinks, and the white cogs disappear.

His heart is beating in his throat, almost suffocating in its intensity; around him the room is spinning because of all the blood rushing to his head, and soon enough he starts seeing things again—shadows and dark spots, like bugs flying around—before he realizes that he’s not breathing at all. Continue reading

Venture Out of Boredom (Chapter 3)

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Venture Out Of Boredom
Chapter 3

Are you still in Japan?

This is the first message Hyacinthe has gotten from Mammon in almost a week, now. It’s what greets him when he opens his eyes to one of the Sawada household’s many guest rooms this morning. For a couple minutes he blinks tiredly at the screen of his phone and regrets that he stopped wearing glasses when he was fourteen. Continue reading

Venture Out of Boredom (Chapter 2)

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Venture Out Of Boredom
Chapter 2

“The archives,” Mammon said.

Squalo looked at them like he wanted to scream.

“Yes,” he repeated, voice tight on seething rage, “the fucking archives.”

Mammon played with the hem of their robes. Anger had little effect on them besides that of making cold grow through them and their will to care seep out through their pores. “I don’t even know where they are.”

“Do I look like I do?” Squalo roared. “Just fetch me the fucking file, you piece of shit!” Continue reading

Venture Out of Boredom (Chapter 1 – Index)

Index: Chapter 1 – Chapter 2Chapter 3Chapter 4Chapter 5

Rating: T

Words: 39,100 total

Warnings: canon-typical violence, attempted suicide.


Venture Out Of Boredom
Chapter 1

File #2B104CZ is missing.

Hyacinthe spends a good ten minutes staring fixedly at the spot where file #2B104CZ should be, but isn’t, before deciding that it’s time for a break anyway. His only coworker is neck-deep into her own pile of files and letters—tomorrow’s letters, even, while Hyacinthe is stuck contemplating the pile from yesterday morning that he hasn’t had the energy to get started on yet—so he lets himself out without a word. Outside the weather is especially bad, which is never enjoyable, and his throat has that scratch of pre-ache that tells him he really shouldn’t be smoking two cigarettes in a row right now.

Hyacinthe smokes two cigarettes in a row. Continue reading

Forty-Eight

Rating: T

Words: 4000

Forty-Eight

Battle over, the voice of Checker Face’s goofy assistant comes from Fon’s wristwatch. He barely has time to mourn the expanse of his lungs and the sheer amount of air they can breathe when he’s like this—standing tall and proud and alive for the first time in eons—before he remembers that he ought to be looking forward.

It’s too late. Mammon’s body has already shrunk to child-size, pink and round and monstrous like his is. They’re still bleeding from their mouth and nose. The sight doesn’t bring any relief compared to that of their real face; they’re shaking, Fantasma wrapped around their disproportionately big head, and their stubby fingers are closing on nothing the way Fon’s are. Continue reading

Wait (Part II – End)

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Wait
Part II

Yoo Jonghyuk kisses him for the first time with blood flooding his mouth.

It is as if every interrogation he’s had since the Dark Castle crumbled has vanished out of his mind. Days and weeks spent wondering where Kim Dokja had gone and if Kyunguk would survive—if they both would survive—are swept cleanly out of his mind. The quiet and embarrassed moments of wondering at attraction or lack thereof, about men and women, at his own past intimacies. His lips bleed over Kim Dokja’s and his hand fists into Miteum’s fur, and he forgets about it all. Continue reading

Wait (Part I)

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Rated: E – NSFW

Words: 5,400

Warnings: some violence, internalized homophobia, mentions of past child/domestic abuse.

Wait
Part I

Kim Dokja does not often reflect on his earlier childhood memories. The past is something better left buried to someone like him, who for all that he has spent years stagnating wants nothing more than to strive forward and forward and never, truly, look back. But the moment his fingers wrap around the piece of jade and he hears it acknowledge him—the moment he stops being an incarnation for good—a memory comes to him from sometime long ago. Continue reading

Fires Find a Home

Rating: E – NSFW

Words: 4,600

Fires Find a Home

Yoo Jonghyuk is quiet as they walk through the ruins.

Ways of Survival was not written with good prose or even good atmosphere, is what Kim Dokja always thinks in those hours in-between the influence of the Scenario. Environment was always just an afterthought in its author’s work, valuable as a prop during battle or a setting during emotional scenes. Kim Dokja doesn’t favor lyricism in his choice of reading anyway, so he has never had to complain about it; after all, physical descriptions were never his focus either. If a place was called derelict and nothing more, it was enough. If a character was handsome or ugly, then that was all there was to it. Continue reading

Walk Forward

Rated T

Words: 7,500

Warnings: internalized transphobia, bullying, underlying themes of trauma and self-harm.

Walk Forward

Katsuki had felt a kind of attraction toward exactly three people in his life. The first one was a cartoon character when he was a kid who had almost the exact same quirk that he did, and who always made villains blow up into pink and blue smoke. Katsuki couldn’t even remember the name of the show, let alone the character in it, he just knew that he got frustrated about it even more than he did everything else and that it got him some snide comments in school.

The second—and first real person—was Uraraka. And even Uraraka wasn’t a crush so much as a helpless sort of longing that had birthed and grown after the sports festival, after he had taken a good look at what she was worth and deemed her okay. Continue reading

The Kind Sort

Rating: G

Words: 2,000

Warnings: discussion of bullying.

The Kind Sort

Izuku’s life as far as he is concerned is full of uncomfortable and painful situations he doesn’t often bother calling to memory. He’s fine with this system of casual forgetfulness and he feels okay more often than not; when ill feelings present themselves there’s generally a way for him to redirect his attention to the sorts of things that hold his entire self on hold, until someone or something snaps him out of it and he realizes he’s let minutes go by unaccounted for. Uraraka has become especially good at managing this, almost as good as his mom.

He thinks, watching Kirishima brood on the floor of his still-unfamiliar bedroom, that he can’t really let that happen right now. Continue reading