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By taking Orochimaru’s body inside of him, Orochimaru’s purpose will fill him. Orochimaru’s will shall become his own will. Orochimaru will live on inside of him, eternal—
He bites down.
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A slightly different take on how Kabuto took Orochimaru's DNA inside himself.
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Lieutenant double-yefreitor Harrier Du Bois is a dangerous man. He is a disease; he gets under your skin and spreads, awakens that old gnawing hunger in you.
You put a hand to your face, pinch your nose. “Violation of the peace - battery - littering-”
“Go on, then, arrest me, Kim,” he says, smirking. He’s loose and large and looks down at you. And you think about it. You really do. Turning him around, slamming him against the wall, face-first. He’s larger than you, but he’s drunker, and he gets clumsy when he’s drunk. You’ve practiced, years and years of it. You can have the cuffs on him before he even realizes what’s happening.
You think, ah, fuck it, and then you’re on him, one hand on his shoulder, the other on his waist, spinning him around, shoving him, and he loses his footing on the curb, stumbles, and you get him under an arm, pick him up, and push him face first into the wall, reaching for your cuffs. You’re breathing hard against his neck.Bookmarked by GodivaDevice
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we are not checkmated (the after hours remix) by mayhawk
Fandoms: Disco Elysium (Video Game)
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You’re not gay. You just keep having this fantasy where Kim grabs you by your tie and forces you to -
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Harry answers the door almost immediately. “Kim!” he says, his eyes widening when he sees you. He grins, something crooked and bright. He’s wearing the sleazy racist robe, its dark blue silk slipping off one shoulder. It’s barely on. The detective is both more and less than you remember - taller than you, leaning on the doorframe with one forearm, green eyes glittering. Alcohol, maybe. You try to subtly peer around him into the apartment. You can’t *quite* tell. But here, in this context - well, he’s just a man. One that’s been made familiar to you in the last three weeks. One that makes something flutter, traitorously, in your lungs.
“Do you, um. Do you want to come in?” he asks.
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