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“Burakh remembers the first time they had slept together (not like that, not yet); how they had tried to fit both of their selves side by side on Dankovsky’s single bed — how they had managed, somehow. He remembers the electric feeling of skin against his; how Daniil’s legs entwined with his like oaken roots, how the hairs on his arm brushed against him like hyphae. It’s that, then, now, for now; it’s something entirely different. They kiss now like carrion birds.”
An invitation of Dankovsky’s to a gala celebrating the triumphs of modern medicine (and his new work recalling the common fight against the pest) makes its way to Town-on-Gorkhon. Him and Burakh quite missed each other.
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10 Mar 2025
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“Easy, Ryo,” Akira said, trying to keep his voice steady and confident, “You’re gonna hurt yourself. Here.” He took the cigarette from Ryo’s fingers and was grateful that he didn’t put up a fight. In the same movement, he lead him back onto the bed with a gentle hand on his shoulder.
“What’s happening to me, Akira?”
(in which satan's awakening is slow, painful, and takes place in a shitty motel room.)
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13 Aug 2021
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"But even amid the haze of relaxation and warmth, one thought comes through with uncomfortable clarity. How much longer is Eiji going to keep this up? How much longer will he treat Ash with affection and kindness before his patience finally runs out and his touch turns cruel and demanding? Ash knows violence, so intimately that he can rarely be bothered to mourn for his own suffering anymore. But when it’s Eiji, when he imagines Eiji’s hands as the ones bruising him, something deep within him cries out in protest. It’s only a matter of time before the inevitable--Ash knows this--but he wishes it weren’t. He wishes he could live in this bliss, this gentleness, forever. He wishes that, just this once, there could be a different ending to this story.
But there never is. Ash would stake his life on it."
Ash knows touch well. Too well. But then he meets Eiji, and suddenly something about it is different than before.
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22 Jun 2021
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he ain't heavy (he's my brother) by Quintessence for ADreamingSongbird
Fandoms: Banana Fish (Anime & Manga)
18 Jun 2021
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"For a long moment, Ash is quiet. There’s so much he wants to say, and the pressure of it swells so large in his insides that it blocks his windpipe entirely, keeping anything from coming out.
'Hi,' he manages at last, hoarse and unsteady.
And just like that, Griffin starts crying. That’s always been Griff, Ash thinks--he wears his heart on his sleeve, for better or for worse. He’s the exact same as Ash remembers him.
But Ash isn’t. The realization plunges hard and cold and sudden into his stomach. Griffin doesn’t know anything about who Ash has become these past thirteen years. He doesn’t know what Ash has done, or what’s been done to him. That child that no doubt lives in Griff’s memory, with the wide, green eyes and toothy smile, has been dead for over a decade. And he’s never coming back."
In which Griffin lives, recovers from the effects of Banana Fish, and reunites with his little brother for the first time in thirteen years.
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- Part 1 of banana fish h/c requests
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19 Jun 2021
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“They tortured you,” Eiji says, his voice hardly above a whisper.
“Eiji, I mean it--it looks about a million times worse than it really is. I bruise like a peach. Always have.”
Eiji’s expression changes slightly, from pain to puzzled curiosity.
“You bruise like a peach?” he repeats, as if trying the phrase on for size. “I’ve never heard that expression before.”
Ash’s shoulders relax without him meaning to. It’s much easier to discuss silly idioms than it is to watch Eiji worry himself on account of Ash.
“Yeah, you know, because peaches are so soft that they bruise easy. It’s just an English saying.”
Eiji smiles.
“It makes sense,” he says, nodding. “And I like it. It fits, for you to be a peach. You’re both so sweet.”
Ash can’t help it--he barks out a sharp, startled laugh.
“I’m a lot of things, Eiji. Sweet isn’t one of them.”
In which wounds are treated, in more ways than one.
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16 Mar 2021