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Hajime Hinata has spent the months since the Neo World Program perfecting the art of avoiding Nagito Komaeda. After all, it’s easier to hide behind his title as the Head of the 4th Branch than confront whatever is between them.
But when the Future Foundation sends them into a dead quarantine zone to dismantle a volatile, Remnant-built anomaly, avoiding each other is no longer an option. Forced to navigate a localized apocalypse together with nothing but Nagito's chaotic luck as a shield, all of Hajime's careful walls begin to violently crack.
Or: Hajime is convinced he can keep up his professional, distant facade forever. The universe and Nagito's luck has other plans.
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Killing Time (and I like you) by redoddball
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)
16 Jul 2025
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Wei Wuxian didn’t mean to miss the bus to the academic retreat. He definitely didn’t mean to end up stuck in a rental car with Lan Wangji for a three-day road trip.
But here they are.
Just him, his unfairly attractive crush, and seventy-two hours of quiet tension, bad coffee, and long glances he’s pretending not to notice.Totally fine. Everything’s fine. It’s not like anything’s going to happen. Probably.
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Paint It Over by redoddball
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)
19 Jun 2025
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“Hello, Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji said. Calm. Steady. The kind of voice that could fool anyone. But not him.
It had been years since they last spoke—years since things ended, suddenly and far too quietly. But fate (or something crueler) lands them back in the same room, the same club, the same rhythm. And Wei Ying still remembers every beat of it.
“Wow,” he said. “Small world.”
“I guess someone up there’s got a hell of a sense of humor.” -
All Wound Up by redoddball
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)
15 Jun 2025
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“I think you should just get laid,” Nie Huaisang said after putting down his phone. Probably loud enough for the roommate to hear, judging by the surprised clatter of something falling from the next room. Then the faint closing of the front door.
Great. Whatever. Wei Ying didn’t think he could embarrass himself more at this point.