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    After the events of War Crimes, Sokka and Zuko have escaped Zhao’s warship and are fleeing across the Earth Kingdom. As well as unfamiliar terrain, they have to navigate their shared trauma, work out where they fit into the war, and their place in each others lives.

    Sokka is aware that being friends with the enemy is going to bring complications, but he probably should have guessed that being friends with Zuko in particular, was going to be a bit like dunking your head repeatedly into a bucket of angry Fire Ferrets.

    Katara is also grappling with the confusion of befriending an enemy, something that doesn’t prove as difficult as she had expected with the bond of shared, furious grief bridging old wounds. (Learning a new way to look at her bending doesn't hurt either)

    Azula, struggling with the Fire Lord’s mistrust, encounters a few nasty surprises and has to make some difficult decisions. Luckily, she is a great deal better at making sensible choices than her brother.

    Her father may have made a slight tactical error.

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    01 May 2026

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    This fic was inspired by the Bella Ciao singing scene from La Casa de Papel
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    Beneath the glittering illusion of Velaris lies the rotting heart of the Night Court—the Hewn City, where violence is currency and mercy is weakness. Kyros has spent centuries trapped in a cursed cycle: whore by night, cage fighter by day. After his mother’s mind broke, he was taken in by the madam of a pleasure house who gave them shelter—for a price. But the Court of Nightmares is rising. Whispers of rebellion swell beneath the mountain, and Kyros, with storm-silver eyes and secrets in his blood, may become the face of it.

    Azriel has one job: infiltrate the rebel network festering below, gain their trust, and report back to Rhysand. But keeping his distance—especially from the one female he’s been warned to avoid—proves harder than expected. He finds distraction in the brothels… until a certain storm-eyed male turns his world upside down. In Kyros, Azriel sees more than a rebel—he sees a mirror. But is he still fighting for the right side? Or has he already become the very thing he swore to destroy?

    There are secrets buried beneath the mountain—secrets the former High Lord took to his grave.

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    21 May 2025

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    27 Feb 2025

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    A smile tugs across Noctis’ lips, small, but again sympathetic as he regards Regis.

    “The others are coming soon.” Noctis tells him.

    “Others - who?”

    “The ones who hold far more ill temperaments than the rest of us.”

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    When the previous Kings and Queen of Lucis begin speaking through Noctis everyone begins to scramble to find out why, especially as their attempts become more and more deadly to Noctis’ survival.

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    16 Feb 2025

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    “Your touch,” Megumi says, then cuts off, sounding frustrated. He moves Satoru’s hand so that it’s pressed against his chest, right over his heart, and Satoru lets him, curious where this is going and simultaneously touched by how gentle Megumi is being.

    Satoru lifts a brow, regarding Megumi as the boy seems to struggle with what he wants to say.

    “Your touch,” Megumi starts again, lifting his gaze to stare resolutely at Satoru. “I can’t feel it.”

    And oh. Satoru feels his mouth go dry, because of course the boy has to be exactly like him, down to the same love language. Of course.

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    or; Gojo Satoru's love language is a weakness, until it's not.

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    12 Feb 2025