harp's torsewell fics :]
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stay on the line (terrified of the ghost in my machine) by harpiecarpie
Fandoms: Dimension 20 (Web Series)
13 Jan 2026
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The automata of Zern, having been freed from one invading mind, now face countless more. The people of Gath, still unaware of the Braid, face a rash of occult phenomena. Those residing within Zood, having chosen honor and sacrifice, face an unprecedented hardship. Blanketing them all: rain.
Not long after the final battle against Straka, Torse's homeworld is besieged by a torrential downpour and his people begin succumbing to possession by the restless dead. His only solace, as he and his comrades search for the Corrodi remnants they believe to be the culprits, is the crystal telephone gifted to him by Marya before they parted.
He soon learns that crystal telephone is key to protecting himself from possession. Perhaps, with the aid of Maxwell and Marya's beloved protégés, Torse can discover the key to breaking the curse drowning three planets.
OR: Torsewell post-canon mystery adventure, ala campaign after the campaign, with protegays for flavor!
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- Part 1 of harp's torsewell fics :]
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He has learned this lesson. He has. He can want companionship, and accept allyship. He can want trust, and accept tolerance. He can want solace, and accept shelter.
(He can want worthiness for iron, and accept gold.)
He knows better than to ask for more than he’s offered. He knows how to want so quietly no one else ever hears it. Torse is painfully aware that the transaction ends when the hand retracts.
He tightens one fist around the other, substituting pressure for heat.
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Or, Torse asks for what he wants. And gets it. (Physical affection. From Maxwell, specifically.)Series
- Part 2 of harp's torsewell fics :]
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an armful of precious metal (warmed by the sun) by harpiecarpie
Fandoms: Dimension 20 (Web Series)
22 Dec 2025
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"The lights! The lights of the Zernai!" <- Moment when Torse should have gotten a big ol' hug, so he gets one from Maxwell.
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- Part 3 of harp's torsewell fics :]
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the healing process (begins when you reach out a hand) by harpiecarpie
Fandoms: Dimension 20 (Web Series)
20 Nov 2025
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Exhaustion crashes into Maxwell in the wake of the final battle, dredging up all the bitter fears he hadn't wanted to taste and the wounds he'd thought had been closed.
The beginnings of a healing ritual come in the form of Torse, tea, and a garden swing in a snowstorm.
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Or, Maxwell wants to go to Zern. Torse wants Maxwell to go to Zern. Why the hell isn't Maxwell going to Zern? (Hint: Longterm trauma can inhibit communication skills.)Series
- Part 4 of harp's torsewell fics :]
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bend close, weeping willow (won't you sing with me?) by harpiecarpie
Fandoms: Dimension 20 (Web Series)
10 Oct 2025
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After the crew lands in Zumhara and the Wind Riders have headed into the city, Torse goes in search of somewhere he can process everything, away from prying eyes. He does not process very well, but he's trying.
Maxwell experiences a perfectly justifiable level of mortal terror when he returns to find his friend missing, and overt declarations of lifelong devotion after 2 weeks of knowing each other is actually kind of a slow burn for Zood, okay?
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“Why would she...? Oh.” Maxwell stiffens, then blows out a breath. He reaches past Torse’s mantle to clasp his neck, tucks them firmly together, and rhythmically brushes thumb across his vulnerable nape. “Oh, Torse.”His friend’s comfort breaks the dam. “What drove her to save me, when she was comfortable condemning so many to destruction? What had she found worthy of salvation within me that she deemed the rest of my homeworld to be lacking? Why am I not taken apart in the Amphereon, or walking as one of the Naughtomata, or lining the throat of that vile beast?”
Maxwell goes rigid.
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- Part 5 of harp's torsewell fics :]
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I have no lungs, but I know this to be true. (You Are Breathtaking) by harpiecarpie
Fandoms: Dimension 20 (Web Series)
17 Sep 2025
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Torse contemplates beauty, stillness, and how the act of holding something like it is precious makes it so.
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He knows he was not meant for marvels such as these, and he cannot risk endangering this cradle of new life and ever-spinning cycles for the sake of clutching it in clawed, clumsy, indelicate fists. It is not his place, and so he will hold vigil at the edges with Little One and watch how his companions sparkle in joy. Near their company, at least, his unbelonging barely hurts.It’s strange that Maxwell doesn’t move from his side. Instead he lowers himself onto harsh rock and tucks his chin onto one knee. Torse doesn’t quite understand what makes Max stay, when his friend must surely be enticed into exploration by the scenery, until he follows Maxwell’s gaze.
Max is looking up, beyond the bioluminescence and into cloudless night, eyes darting around until they steady, dilating, and his intent expression melts into awe. Like he was searching for and finally found… Oh.
Torse hadn’t realized they were so far vex.
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Also known as: harp takes liberties with time and HA IT STILL WORKS W 15. i DID edit it to fit better, more angst. I rec re-reading if u already have!Series
- Part 6 of harp's torsewell fics :]