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  4. Summary

    a series of connected fics all set in the same universe

    chronological order:
    1. your favourite boy - completed
    2. dear omi, - completed
    3. home (a place where i can go) - completed
    | series title from "wild blue yonder" by the amazing devil

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  1. Public Bookmark 70

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    Emotions bottled up after eight long years tend get a little messy once they’re finally allowed to breathe.

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    14 Jun 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 24

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    Kaoru only found it slightly weird when, the moment the phone turned on and connected to a local service, it started ringing.

    The name displayed made him pick up immediately.

    “I see you’re home safe, Gori—“

    “Hey Mama.” A voice spoke through the call, slightly muffled and almost whispered, the boy’s familiar voice shaky as he spoke.

    Familiar. So familiar Kaoru was sure he must have heard it daily, but the kid sounded young, fourteen at most, and Kaoru didn’t know anyone around that age.

    Or, Kaoru gets a call from Kojiro, but it isn’t his current best friend on the other line

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  3. Public Bookmark 37

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    “Nice throne.”

    The corner of Mydei’s lip twitched into a smile. “Thanks.”

    “It’s befitting of your status.” As a king. As a god. “But I can’t imagine it's very comfortable.”

    “Then your imagination is lacking.”

    “Perhaps it's your design skills that are lacking. All aesthetic and no substance.”

    “Criticisms on such matters from you sounds no different than a dog barking at his own reflection.”

    “If you’re so certain, how about a demonstration?”

    His brows raised in his confusion but settled again soon after with the realisation that Phainon had levelled his taunts, as he so often did when they were together, with intention. The rapid jabs and counters themselves were of far less importance than the outcome he had prodded them towards: Mydei seated upon his throne. He propped his elbow on the arm so he could comfortably lean his jaw against his knuckles and push his pelvis forwards, legs spread mouthwateringly wide.

    Phainon knelt at his feet.

    It’s been months since Mydei departed for Castrum Kremnos to defend Okhema from the Black Tide. When he’s in need of supplies, Phainon finally has the opportunity to see him again.

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  4. Public Bookmark 4

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    Ty freezes. “Sorry, should I have asked?” There is a frown on his face – not angry, or exasperated. Just confused.

    Still, it doesn’t make Kit feel any better.

    “No, no,” Kit shakes his head. “I just wasn’t expecting that.”

    Ty’s frown deepens. “That I would touch you?”

    Kit stuggles with affection and touch.

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    “You know,” Olruggio says, roughly. He doesn’t move to take Qifrey’s hand again. “You know. You can’t not know, Qifrey.”

    Qifrey just looks at him. “I do.”

    The rain continues falling.

    (And so Olruggio forgets. And he inevitably figures it out again, because of course he does; and he inevitably chooses to forget again, and again, and again, because his heart is always the same. The story is always the same. Like a tale from under a silverwood tree, like a myth from the days of old, not so much tied by the constraints of the narrative so much as being narrative itself. Antigone must bury her brother. Iphigenia must be put to death. At a thousand turns, in a thousand ways, Orpheus must turn, and he must look, again, and again.

    And Olruggio forgets.)

    There is an old story about a witch and a silverwood tree.

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