AliceNightwalker
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I Got a Skeleton Under the Floorboards by SeaFaerie (Shellsan)
Fandoms: Bleach (Anime & Manga)
03 Jul 2023
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“Kurosaki-sama!” they shout, and Ichigo splutters. What the actual fuck.
“Who the fuck are you calling ‘sama’ you bastards! Get out of here already!” Ichigo grouses, kicking the nearest one in the side for effect.
The man he’s kicked, a bulky bald man probably like 20 years old or something—he’s bad at ages, it comes with the territory of being surrounded by ghosts and shinigami so often—groans but he keeps his eyes locked on Ichigo and he doesn’t stop grinning and it looks like there are fucking stars in this guys eyes. Seriously. What. The. Fuck.
“Our boss wants to meet you, Kurosaki-sama!” another of the thugs shouts.
“Hah?” Ichigo runs a hand through his hair roughly. “I’m not going to meet your fucking boss, you idiots. Stop causing trouble around here and leave me alone.”
He goes to walk away, content that they couldn’t be causing Kimura-san or Suzuki-chan, her daughter, any problems when they head home in an hour or so, and one of them literally grabs onto his leg, clinging like a child.
What the hell has he done to deserve this.
Written for UraIchi Week 2023 Day Seven: Creator's Choice.
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05 Jul 2026
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Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me by elfowlgirl
Fandoms: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
03 Oct 2024
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Kaveh is half-hidden in the chiaroscuro light of the warehouse, so his expression is hard to discern. His fine clothes, always chosen with pride, are dirty and torn. A cloth gag is wrapped tight around his mouth.
Before Al-Haitham can recover from the surprise, Paradisaea brandishes a pistol that he’s retrieved from the depths of his cloak. The metal’s gentle glint is almost blinding against the dark shadows- a single star in an empty night sky.
Far too casually, he cocks the gun and places the barrel against the back of Kaveh’s head.
“I won’t repeat myself again. Leave,” Paradisaea says, calm as ever. “Unless you want to see the architect’s brains paint the town red, of course. Blood is very ‘in’ this season, you know.”
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04 Jul 2026
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“What do you do with the flowers?”
Al-Haitham paused. “What do you mean?”
“Like, what do you do with the flowers you cough up? Do you keep them or…?”
He furrowed his eyebrows. “What—why would I keep them? I obviously throw them away. Why are you asking?”
“I was just wondering—I mean if you’re not using them—like, if I could possibly…have them?”
Al-Haitham stared at him incredulously. “You want my unrequited love flowers?”
“Yes?” Kaveh flushed red. “Since…since you’re not using them.”
Since you’re not using them—
“What the hell would I be using them for? What the hell are you using them for?”
Al-Haitham has Hanahaki disease and coughs up mourning flowers. Kaveh asks if he can use them for his ascension materials.
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04 Jul 2026
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Despite its injuries, the dragon doesn’t hesitate to snarl and snap at anyone brave - or stupid - enough to get close to its head. When it growls, the sound is low and rumbling like an earthquake. Its sharp gaze sweeps back and forth between its enemies, baring its teeth, its irises piercing like brilliant jewels -
A jolt of shock goes through Kaveh. His heart, once beating faster than a cicin’s wings, stutters to a stop in his chest.
Those eyes.
He would know them anywhere.
Haitham.
Before he can second-guess what he’s about to do, Kaveh uses all his might to force his way to the edge of the crowd. With what little space he’s given, he leaps from the stone pathway and into the open air, grabbing onto Mehrak’s handle to help slow his fall. Together they plummet a hundred meters in a matter of seconds, ignoring the screams of shock and confusion that erupt from the mob of people they leave behind.
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04 Jul 2026
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Another cough, this time rougher, forced him to stop. His throat burned. Dante clutched the edge of the book as his body doubled over in a harsh fit that left him gasping, spittle slipping from the corner of his lips.
Then he realized, a shadow had fallen over him. Dante looked up. Vergil stood just beside him, his armored frame towering. But something was different this time. His crimson eyes weren’t blank. They were focused.
“Um... hey.” Dante said, voice hoarse but touched with surprise.
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After Dante rescued his brother from Mallet Island, Dante's weakened body fell ill from the battle. Nelo Angelo isn't sure what this means, but he won't let his littermate suffer.
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02 Jul 2026