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“No,” Veritas protests. “Because you are the last Avgin in existence, you must strive to live.”
“Such pretty words you’re saying to a slave, doctor,” the boy laughs mockingly.
“Survive, and have hope,” Veritas tells him. “Maybe things will get better in the future.”
“Yeah? Hope like those damsels in distress in fairytales?” he scoffs. “Hope someone someday will come and rescue me from this hellhole? My knight in shining armor―my very own savior?”
“You need to have hope that a brighter future will come,” Veritas insists.
The boy stares at him with a smile on his face that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Will you be my savior then, doctor?”
a what-if scenario where in the past, Veritas Ratio had a business meeting with a Stoneheart and met Slave No. 35 before he became Aventurine.
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They call it the Hanahaki Disease. It originates from Izumo. But the planet is long gone now and this disease is nothing but an urban legend. Harboring an unrequited love so deep it makes you vomit cherry blossom petals mixed in with your own blood? That it will weaken you the longer you yearn until you eventually die from illness? How romantic.
How foolish.
How can someone be so foolish to love another so much they’ll eventually die of heartbreak?
How can Aventurine love Veritas Ratio so much he’ll vomit flowers for him?
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Zandik is dead. The agreement transfers to the attending physician.
Segment 35, Omega, is the attending physician.
Someone has to take inventory of what the dead leave behind. 35 begins with a grieving banker.
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16 Jun 2026
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"He's asking me to let him die. He just doesn't know he's asking yet. And the answer is no. Obviously. Because I do not lose what is mine, and he is mine, and that is the beginning and the end of this particular calculation.
i felt as ill as pantalone did during this fic omg. one of the best dottore voice i've ever read
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There was a girl back in the Akademiya. Odd, that she was so integral to his expulsion, and yet Zandik could not remember her name. He barely remembered her face. He remembered what she looked like when he cut her open at the picnic – the horror so fleeting, how her mouth slanted and froze there, like it intended to slide off her face. She’d thought he was handsome and interesting. He hadn’t cared if she thought he was the ugliest creature Irimsul ever recorded, truthfully. He just wanted to know what it looked like to see someone’s insides, how long it took for them to cool from the unyielding grip of death.
He cared if this stranger thought he was handsome.
“Do you trust me, Veksel?” He asked at last.
And Feofan smiled at him, glitter in those spellbinding eyes. “Not even slightly.”
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Zandik is not certain he loves. But he is certain he knows what he wants -- and what all versions of him have in common.
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- Part 1 of Cigarette Smoke and The Nature of Love
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30 May 2026
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a study in tragedy of the highest degree
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“Drink.”
No drink if you want. No give it a try, dandelion wine is the best. There was no room left for Flins to say no. And frankly, Flins didn’t want to say no anyway.
Flins took a natural sip from the glass; not too much, and not too little. Just enough for his throat to bobble and to draw Varka’s attention to it.
For the first time, he was close enough to what he wanted to hear. Varka might finally shape his movements, his choices, and Flins wanted it. He wanted to surrender his choices to Varka’s hands. He wanted it badly.
Varka liked to accommodate everyone by watching and adjusting himself, so no one felt uncomfortable. Whether for the Knights or for his friends, he never changed.
Flins believed it was a beautiful thing. Humans were fragile and needed that coddling. But he was not human. He needed Varka to stop asking him what he wanted and to start giving him orders.
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12 Feb 2026
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“You could’ve told me if you wanted to be ordered around. I already knew you liked being pushed around like a rag doll, but I didn’t know you didn’t even want to be asked beforehand.”
lorddd flins is utterly unashamed and i love him for it <3
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“Alright then. Would you be interested if I told you I had a dom in mind for you? He’s into men, experienced as a dom, clean, and enjoys training subs. Sound somewhat appealing?”
“Those are only the vaguest of descriptors,” Neuvillette replies. “While they meet the superficial requirements, I know nothing of his demeanor. Perhaps I wouldn’t be attracted to him.”
“Hell, Neuvillette,” Wriothesley says with a laugh. “I’m offering myself.”
Neuvillette wants to experience a BDSM relationship. Wriothesley is more than willing to help him. Neither of them are interested in catching feelings.
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144k words of greatness ( ꈍ◡ꈍ)