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    Sokka takes a strategic step back, but he also smiles: triumphant, like he baited Zuko into exactly what he wanted. Like it’s a challenge. It’s the same way he looked when they sized each other up at the prison, with Sokka in chains that left red marks around his wrist, in tattered prison garb, malnourished and angry. Back then, that was Sokka saying: I see your power. I see you. Now, see me.

    Zuko saw him then. And he sees him now; different, but the same. I see you.

    Zuko lights his daos in flame. Sokka grins, back to gravel and heat. “Come on, Fire Lord. Impress me.”

    Zuko burns. His vision flickers with fire. His heart races. His blood sings. His body is like a magnet, pulling ever onward to meet Sokka’s. He advances.

    He pins Sokka to the wall, blades against his throat.

    Or, Zuko found Aang first, Sokka and Katara were imprisoned in Boiling Rock for trying to rescue their dad, and all Sokka knows is he's pretty sure he's not supposed to think the Fire Lord is attractive but he's never let things like rules stop him before.

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    17 Apr 2026

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    No, Dazai can’t see or hear him enter the room, but he can practically feel it. A familiar aura of power and confidence hits his clammy skin, something he could detect even if all five of his senses were restricted. No, Dazai doesn’t need to see his fiery red hair or tacky-looking hat; he doesn’t need to smell that distinct odor of cigarette smoke and sandalwood shampoo to tip him off, nor does he need to feel those insistent black gloves tugging at the collar of his shirt to remind him.

    Funny how much one can learn about someone after they’ve been dragged back to confinement by that person a couple dozen times.

    Details. Unnecessary details.

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    Dazai Osamu, former Demon Prodigy of the Port Mafia, finds himself sick in Meursault prison. After being detained by Chuuya Nakahara of the Hunting Dogs four years ago, he's since been unable to escape his unfortunate situation- constantly being hindered by Chuuya's meddling. For once, he's causing problems unrelated to escaping, and as usual, it ends up being Chuuya's problem.

    But between the two of them, it isn't a simple dynamic between guard and prisoner. Things aren't as they seem.

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    24 Mar 2026

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    Mark's biggest worries used to be what he'd say in his prom king acceptance speech, or whether his soccer team would win their next game. Then, one day, he sprouts a set of claws and everything changes.

    Suddenly, he has to worry about keeping his claws hidden from his boyfriend, and about why the boy with the fiery eyes at the back of the classroom seems to know more about what's happening to Mark than he's letting on.

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    16 Sep 2024

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    i wish i could inject this into my bloodstream

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    He’d had hope, after those talks, that when the sting of Olympic loss had faded he and Auguste would be able to salvage something of their old friendship. This doesn’t seem likely now. Sorry I gave you a concussion when I checked you is one thing; sorry I beat you out for the gold medal and then had your little brother wear it while I fucked him is another.

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    23 Jul 2024

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    holy fucking shit

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    “I have some clothes I can let you borrow if you’re really desperate. I don’t know how you ended up like that,” he gestured to Jean’s state. “But you might wanna consider another line of work.”

    It was so ridiculous Jean huffed out a laugh and Jeremy smiled.

    “Modelling, perhaps?” he gestured with his hand palm up in suggestion.

    Jean’s eyebrows lifted of their own accord at Jeremy’s boldness. And Jeremy smirked before turning promptly on his heels and leaving the room.

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    Or the one where Jean and the foxes are an underground vigilante street gang and Jeremy is a resident doctor finishing up in med school.

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    30 Jun 2024