Amuah
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“You look like a sad wet cat,” Goro says plainly.
“That's exactly what I am.” The force of Goro’s hands rubbing away at her hair and being blinded by the towel makes Ren tip backward, muscles still stiff from the cold. Goro catches her wrist— she’s so warm against Ren’s freezing skin. She grumbles at her clumsiness. “I used to be way more agile than this.”
Goro huffs out a laugh. “Me too.”
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During their next battle, he figures out what those sticks are. His jaw nearly drops as Joker whips them from his waistband, flipping the pieces around— even letting go of it while it rolls around the back of his hand— until a glittering silver knife shines through his red gloves.
It’s a butterfly knife. Joker replaced his usual blade with a butterfly knife.
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Goro has never been claustrophobic, but he imagines this is what it would feel like. To have every inch of the world pressing in on you and being utterly incapable of breaking free. The first time this happened, he almost drowned in this void. Very nearly died in the depths of human consciousness. He hasn’t ever been able to shake that feeling.
This space is in his nightmares, sometimes. A victim, a blood-red saber in a deadly arc. Then the ground drops out from under him, and suddenly Goro becomes the victim— one of his own hubris.
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Goro’s first thought when Ren surges forward to kiss him in a darkened, not-so-cold laundromat is
this cannot last.
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His skin still feels fever hot, so he locks Leblanc’s door behind him and makes the minute-long walk to Yongen-Jaya’s train station. He doesn’t know where he’s going, really, just that he needs to burn all this excess energy he must have. But as the train screeches (so, so loudly) by, Ren’s reminded of another place, another world. He boards the train to Shibuya, and doesn’t have the patience to wait even until the train stops at the station to whisper into his phone,
“Mementos.”
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Hajime returned to him knowing nothing. Feeling, only. A bird that flies north.
(Hajime comes to Argentina eight years late. But mercy is perennial.)- Language:
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Bookmarked by Amuah
28 Apr 2026
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The color symbolism got me when I was 15, and it gets me now too
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Lex Talionis by cyranonic
Fandoms: Fire Emblem: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem: Three Houses
09 Aug 2022
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The Adrestian Empire has unified Fódlan and the Kingdom of Faerghus is no more. Felix Hugo Fraldarius, who was meant to become the King's Right Hand like his father before him, now lives the humble life of a traveling mercenary. And yet, his infamous legacy will follow him forever—the greatest act of treason since Nemesis betrayed the Goddess herself.
And on a tiny island in the middle of the freezing northern sea, an exiled king dreams of returning to his throne.
Bookmarked by Amuah
19 Sep 2025
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Read this years ago... Had to come back for the reread. Sobbed my eyes out, probably not for the first time. So worth it.
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And so it goes. Hinata Natsu is born as the hottest summer month dies: a life for a life. She is slippery and strong, with the same flaming hair as a mother who broke bones for her and a brother she knows only by name. She is special in exactly one way, and she will grow tall.
Birds of a feather flock together.
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- Part 1 of 1000 Backyard Pools
Bookmarked by Amuah
08 Apr 2025
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Perhaps one of my favorite things I've ever read in my entire life. Thank you for writing this and for somehow seeing me in a way I didn't know was possible.
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It’s something like this; You are an ancient, arcane god. You are the sky itself. You are in love with the sea. You can’t remember any of this, but that’s okay because it doesn’t really matter anymore who you were or who you loved because right now you are Oikawa Tooru and you are in love with Iwaizumi Hajime. Theoretically, there should be nothing wrong with this, except that Iwaizumi Hajime seems to be mourning someone who no longer exists.
Bookmarked by Amuah
12 Feb 2021
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This was so beautiful plz I need more shit like this
Very possibly my favorite EVER hq fic. Truly incredible
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“No,” Lu Guang murmurs. He stares at his hands, and all he sees when he closes his eyes is his palms covered in blood. Cheng Xiaoshi’s slick fingers weakly gripping his own. In this timeline, there is no blood. Nothing has happened that should, and everything has happened that shouldn’t. “It isn’t that,” he finishes.
Silence. An inhale. “Isn’t it?” Cheng Xiaoshi asks. A moment passes. “I told you I loved you, and I’ve never seen you look so sad.”