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“There’s nothing I have ever loved as much as you.”
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At the center of the ring stood their madman of the day: explosives strapped to his chest, detonator in hand, preaching about alienation and oligarchs and purification.
And there, arguing with the Police Commissioner at the other side of the cordon, was Gotham’s favorite hero, clad in black, with that long trimmed cape to look like wings, his blue and black hair braided neatly.
And the cute, pointy bat ears.
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How right and how wrong The High Priestess had been when she’d said fairies will have your soul through your teeth as soon as you speak to one. She was right: Ezreal had his soul. She was wrong: she had overestimated Kayn’s lack of self-preservation. Ezreal hadn’t needed to speak.
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The i love you followed him through the day, sticking to his skin, prickling on the back of his neck. He didn’t give a name to a sentiment, he put words to a truth, and the difference was irreversible.
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“I can fuck without feelings, you can stop drowning in your panic already”.
“Can you?” He barked, because his eyes had said otherwise. But one thing was the need to own, born out of the crudest part of him, and another entire thing was loving. He had said he didn’t want love. Kayn had agreed. He’d agreed.
“Fine, I can fuck without caring about the consequences”.
Because he loved him, and Kayn loved in the same way he lived: willing to destroy himself in the process. It went beyond his loyalty, it was about belonging, this simple, this raw. It didn’t have rules.
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Ryan exhales, smoke slipping past his lips. “Did it ever touch you?”
Naim’s stomach churns. He curls towards Ryan, shifting onto his side, as Ryan’s gaze lands on him, piercing. He shakes his head.
“Good,” Ryan says, lifting the cigarette to his mouth.
Naim thinks of photobooth pictures, of hot blood trickling down Ryan’s neck, of flame and fear. He presses a soft kiss to Ryan’s side, over his ribs, over the soft cotton of his shirt, and inhales his scent.
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18 Jul 2026
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“And why come back when so many are leaving Hawkins?”
Will slowed without meaning to. The leaves under his shoes crackled. “I–”
What should he tell this stranger that wouldn’t reveal the fact that his sister had superpowers and might actually be the only key to save this entire town from a monstrous maniac?
“Well, everyone I know is here,” he murmured. “I couldn’t… just leave them.”
The man hummed softly, then he lifted his head to scan over the woods, a faint whistle came from his lips, before his gaze landed onto Will again.
“Maybe something here wanted you back.”
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fix-it ficmodern-gothic take on Will Byers' story in Season 5 .Series
- Part 1 of @burntsepia's fics collection
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25 Apr 2026
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talk to me dirty; talk to me sweet by thesweetestdream
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
12 Jul 2026
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Will and Mike accidentally overhear a couple talking dirty over the walkie, and start repeating some of the filthy phrases to each other for shits and giggles. What starts as a joke, soon turns into something they can't stop doing – and can’t tell anyone about.
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Mike and Will start talking dirty to each other for fun. What they don't consider is that it would accidentally turn them on.
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31 Mar 2026
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Kayn gets kicked out Thursday morning. Technically it must’ve happened Wednesday evening, but Kayn hadn’t been there, he’d been on a bender across town all night. It’d rained in the early, early morning, and when he’d gotten back to the house all his stuff had been scattered on the curb and mostly soggy, and the garbage men were in the middle of lifting it all into the back of their truck, since Thursday is garbage day.
Not Kayn’s finest hour.
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- Part 9 of things i write for other people
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02 Jun 2025
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Kayn has known of Ezreal for a while. The glossy debut poster hanging in his room can attest to that. He’s watched the interviews, the fan events, and the talk shows. His success dripped from every corner of the media. And yet Kayn, upon meeting him, had not expected the gaping disconnect Ezreal maintained from that part of his life. It was like a brilliant golden trophy he pretended wasn’t chained to his ankle and forced to drag around. It was a corpse and Ezreal didn’t hide the murder weapon.
Ezreal and Kayn are two idiots navigating the music industry (and each other's bodies).
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01 Jun 2025