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the prey is easily broken - (explicit)

Rover looks back up at Scar, staring him straight in those double, golden eyes of his. “Fuck me.” The skull that is now Scar’s face shakes up and down, a chortle falling from its open jaw. “Oh? Is that truly what you want?” “Please,” he breathes out the word hard, like one would take in oxygen if they were breathless, “I can take it.” “You couldn’t even take a finger.”

The fight between Scar and Rover ends up a bit differently than canon.

2nd phase boss scar anyone? 👀

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Bunny's adventures in vigilantism!

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There's the crisp sound of paper being flipped through. It echoes through the room loudly; it echoes through her ears loudly. The script has been handed out. Firefly barely made it past the first page before deciding she hated it.

The wad of paper in her hands is heavy, very nearly as thick as her arm, and very, very, combustible. Elio had handed out the script — just at the perfect moment when they were all in the same room, he does not call meetings and probably never will — to them just a moment ago. Everyone has flipped to the first page, everyone has seen what Firefly has seen.

The Stellaron is thrusted into [REDACTED] by Kafka — their memories lost with the power they gain from it.

That is the second scene that Elio has written out. There's no dialogue between the first and second — for Elio gives them that freedom, so long as it does not interfere with further scenes — just a sudden jump.

Firefly can't bear to look at the script anymore — so she looks up. She refuses to look at Elio, sitting there so plainly. Instead, she looks at them. They're still reading the script, eyebrows scrunched in concentration. From the looks of it they're still on the first page.

Firefly swallows a breath. She waits.

They flip the page without a word.

“No.” It tumbles from her mouth softly yet still feeling heavy on her tongue. No one's eyes are on the script anymore; all eyes are on her, and it occurs to her that Elio's eyes have always been on her. “We're not going to just sit here and say nothing about it are we?” Her words increase in volume until it hurts. “We lose them and we're not going to say anything?” Her shoulders shake and the script crumbles up in her grip. “We're just going to move on?”

“Thus is the way of the script.” Elio doesn't even blink as he says that. He sits as still as a statue.

(And she hates that she knows that. That that is the truth of things. That everything will happen whether she likes it or not.)

The script falls from her hands, landing on the ground with a loud thud. “Then I want nothing to do with it!”

“Firefly-” Kafka starts, her voice sweet and soft.

Firefly turns on her heel, feet stomping away loudly without another word.

The door to the room she shares with them is a welcomed sight — their bed even more so. She collapses onto it unceremoniously, her cheek hitting the pillow. Hot, burning tears roll down from her eyes to the pillow — they're silent but they still leave stains. She curls into herself, pulling her legs up to her chest.

She's not too sure how long it's been before the door opens once again, casting light inside of the dark room. Save for a shadow of a body — their body, she knows — that slowly shrinks until it merges with the darkness after the door closes.

“How long?” She doesn't move from her position on the bed when she speaks — she doesn't even turn to look at them. “How long do I have until I lose you too?”

They climb onto the bed and it dips under their weight. They shimmy up until Firefly can make out their face in the darkness, golden eyes clearly staring at her. Their arm reaches up, tracing a pattern on her shoulder. “Tomorrow.” From the tone of their voice, Firefly knows they're frowning. “I'm sorry.”

“It's not fair,” she bites out through her tears — starting up once again from that fact after having gone dry.

“I know,” they say. A strand of hair is tucked back behind her ear. “I'm sorry.” Because just like she does, they know that nothing they can do can change this. “You'll see me again. The script says so.”

Her shoulders shake. Their arms wrap around her, pulling her close enough so she can cry into their chest instead of the pillow. “You won't remember me.” Her own arms — slightly asleep from lying on them herself — reach up, wrapping themselves around their torso. Their warmth is welcoming.

“Then,” they start, dragging the word out like they usually do when they're still thinking, “you'll just have to make me fall in love with you all over again. You managed it just fine the first time.”

There's a thousand thoughts running through her head. Because would it even really be them when she meets them again? They won't remember the experiences that make them who they are today; they won't remember the experiences they've shared together to get the two of them to this point.

She doesn't say any of them. Instead, she just says, “Hold me?”

They tighten their hold around her, just like they always do. “Of course.”

She falls asleep in their arms.

Firefly wakes up to the other side of the bed empty, dry tear tracks on her cheeks getting watered once more.

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crowned king - (3/?)

"You know who I am." Scar clicks his tongue. "Who doesn't know you are at this point, my dear Rover? You helped put a Fractsidus' overseer behind bars after all!" "You knew who I was before now, when we met in that village. You know where I come from." "Yes. I know who you are now, and who you were before, and where you came from. All those questions you have, I have the answers. The real question is, what will you do to get those answers?" - Rover wants answers, and it seems the only one who wants to give them to him is Scar.

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i'd lost my way but now i'm home - (1/?)

“Well then,” Ratio’s voice cuts through the fog that had settled on his mind once again — it makes it so Aventurine can finally breathe, a shaky breath pulling into his lungs. He hopes that Ratio doesn’t notice, but knowing the doctor, he does, “my dear Gambler, what are you going to do now? What’s your plan now that you have been freed from the IPC?” “I suppose I’ll just have to find my way in the world without them.” He hums to himself, staring up at the deep blue sky that throws lights in his face — not stars, but space stations and the like, visible even with the sun out. “Finding a place to live would probably be a good start, wouldn’t you agree, Doctor?” Ratio’s eyes furrow. “Do you mean to tell me you don’t have lodgings anymore?” “I lived in Pier Point, Doctor. Can’t exactly live there anymore if I’m no longer working for them,” Aventurine explains, shrugging his shoulders ever so slightly. He still finds that his voice is too quiet for his usual boisterous self. His words are still slightly shaky — his hands are much the same. “Live with me.”

After somehow being allowed to leave the IPC, Aventurine moves in with Dr. Ratio.

a flower shop/hanahaki ratiorine/aventio fic! packed full of fluff and very minimal angst.

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shatter the world - (15/?)

“What are you to do now?” Buer turns to him, pure green — glowing with the Dendro that she commands — eyes glancing up into his. “He's coming with me.” It would turn out — as the Traveller has just so said — that he does not actually have that choice. It has been decided for him. Truthfully, it’s all for the better — he’s not sure what he would truly do if he actually had the choice. He does not truly know what it’s like to be free — why release a wild animal that has grown up in captivity? “If he so wishes,” Buer tacks on, nodding her head towards the Traveller and his companion — Paimon floats beside him, like she always has. “It’s up to him what he wants to do now, but I’m sure he appreciates the choice you’ve given him.” She turns to him with a frown on her lips. “So, what is it that you wish to do now?" “I’ll-” he tests the word on his tongue, licking his lips like they had been stuck together, “I’ll go with him — the Traveller.” what is one meant to do when faced with the consequences of a life he doesn't remember? send himself on a self punishment wandering the world with those he wronged.

a kazuha/scaramouche/aether fanfic focusing on them wandering teyvat together! rewriting the canon after the point where wanderer erases himself from irminsul.

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alstroemeria - explicit (4/?)

When Kaveh's roommate moves out unexpectedly, he's left with no choice but to move out himself. There's just no way he'd be able to afford an apartment on his own! Thankfully, Cyno happens to know someone who's looking for a roommate. It's too bad said guy's house looks like the earth has reclaimed it as its own. The good new is that so long as Kaveh cleans it up, he can live there for free! There's a few strange rules but that's fine. There's no rent to pay after all!

a beauty and the beast inspired HaiKaveh fic with a little bit of hanahaki elements as well! No Character Death with a Happy Ending!

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ya'll i'm sorry for whoever is waiting for that ratiorine/aventio flower shop/hanahaki fic to be really freaking fluffy. it has gotten a lot more angsty than i thought it would, sorry.

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The urge to write a 200k+ medieval fantasy book with slow burn enemies to lovers is very strong.

But then I remember I have to think of an actual plot that happens and not just little scenarios to throw them in ;-;

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with how many ideas i have running through my head, i'm gonna push the mcd tag from 700 to 1k just by myself.

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if this ratiorine/aventio flower shop/hanahaki au keeps going the way its going, it's gonna end up 40k words my god.

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catch me writing 1000 words on my phone just like i would back in middle school, locked in the office of the youth centre my mum worked at.

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Banging my head on the table trying to tell my brain to focus on one thing for a longer amount of time. Like, bro please, I have too many wips. I want to finish them!!!!!!!!

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i love the way my brain works sometimes. because like, it wants to work on my sci-fi original work; or, at the very least, it wanted to. but now? now, it wants to work on something kinda like a fantasy arranged marriage (but not really? i dont know how else to really describe it right now) original work. like please. pick one.

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feetsteps 💀

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I love when, while writing a scene about a character having a (non described, only mentioned) nightmare, I have a nightmare myself that wakes me up lol