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    Beach Ken returns to Barbieland and ponders what he's learnt in the Real World and what a lack of his Stereotypical Barbie means (which gives his pretty little head a headache). But at least he's still got his rival, Surfer Ken to keep him company.

    "So what you're telling me is that a Ken could be president there?"

    The motion inadvertently presses Surfer Ken against Beach Ken's side. He's hyper aware of the pressure, the shift of toned muscles (not as muscular as him though) and almost forgets to answer.

    "Uh, yeah! A President Ken! In the Real World, there actually was a President Ken-Nerdy!"

    Surfer Ken hums agreeably. "Ken-Nerdy huh? That's rad. Must've been a good assistant to Scientist Barbie."

    Beach Ken nods furiously, not wishing to look uninformed and pulls a vaguely remembered name from his readings. "Yup, was a great lab assistant to Scientist Barbinheimer before he took office."

    "Woah, dude."

    Surfer Ken's attention makes Beach Ken feels like he's in the summer sun, but like, warm from the inside? That's new.

    Besides, what's more patriarchal and manlier than a man? Two mans. Two Kens! The math is mathing. It's boys night! Oh my gosh, sleepover! Best night ever!

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    "Guitar's yours. Used to think I'd impress girls with it."

    "Trust me Harrington, you don't need a guitar to impress girls. And y'know what they say, chicks dig scars."

    "Mine are bigger."

    "Size isn't everything. It's how you use it, ain't it big boy? So prove it. I've shown you mine, you show me yours?"

    Eddie reverently traces the roadmaps of Steve's scars with guitar string calluses. Outlines them with lips - tastes courage. Steve's body is a tapestry of tales. Eddie is determined to leave his mark, obliterate violent scars with those born of devotion. Hopes he'll leave a scar so Steve can carry a piece of him close. In turn Steve kisses his bruises better. Eddie gasps at the pain/pleasure. Steve needs to hear more.

    Each touch is a promise. One day Eddie's injuries will heal like Steve's. One day he'll fight again. One day it won't hurt. Wounds forged in the heat of war will temper into battle scars only the brave have the right to bear. They've survived the valley in the shadow of death together. A grisly demobat bite on Steve's flank mirrors one on Eddie. He wonders if they'll form matching scars.

    They kiss with the desperation of dying men, like the world is ending - because it is.

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    Jayce isn't merely simmering, seething- he burns, like a meteoroid on the verge of disintegrating through the atmosphere. Fists flex, knuckles magnesia white.
    A slim fingerpad traces the inside of his wrist. Viktor’s touch is cool and dry, the temperature change soothing on the humid skin. It’s distracting; grounding. Jayce is by nature an affectionate person, touches as instinctive as breathing. It’s rare for Viktor to initiate contact. Viktor repeats the rune mark, slower. Jayce's brow furrows in thought. He calms under his touch in the sunrise.

    And it is a sunrise unlike anything Jayce has ever seen before. The sun's rays are a bizarre shade of bluish-purple. Echoes of the crystalline arcane. Mysterious, potentially dangerous, possibly miraculous. In the strange light, the sweat adds a surreal, glowing lilac sheen to Viktor's skin, as if metallic.

    "There is a saying in the undercity." The lilt of his accent is stronger now, a combination of exhaustion and the emotion of when he speaks of home. "A unscientific superstition of sorts.

    "Golden sunlit face, blessed with Janna's grace.
    Red sky in the morning, mothers heed the warning
    The violet light is the sweetest delight."

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    [HIATUS] Viktor is on a scholarship at the Academy but it is far from easy. At the end of the day, while life is much safer, the cost of living is exorbitant compared to the Undercity. Viktor has crunched the numbers, done the maths, calculated the budgets and double checked the accounting. Viktor needs a job. It's such a mundane demand, a world away from the theoretical wonders of science, but a necessary one.

    The most logical solution ends up being the world's oldest profession of them all: sex work.

    The brothel is deep enough in the Undercity (and expensive enough) that it's unlikely to be patronised by any fellow students.

    Except one day, there is one.

    Never in a million years would he expect star student, virginal Jayce Talis as his client. But Viktor is a professional. And he's going to professionally short-circuit Jayce's mind.

    But what starts as a simple transaction devolves into complex politics and playing with fire. As if exam stress wasn't enough.

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    Jayce idly hums as he calculates.

    "Music is mathematics made beautiful."

    "Let's dance."

    "I can't."

    "Just follow my lead," Jayce murmurs, pianissimo. Viktor grabs his hand, leaves his cane behind. Firmly, carefully, Jayce places a hand on his broad shoulder, nudges Viktor's weak foot to bear weight onto his own sturdy boot. Jayce steps forward; Viktor mirrors his movements, caught up in legato momentum, traversing in an elliptical trajectory.

    Jayce twirls him for a revolution. Viktor is dizzy, knocked off axis. Unexpected oscillation, staccato tachycardia of an anemic heart. With Jayce's callused fingertips on his gnarled spine, Jayce dips him back in a parabolic arc. Blood rushes to his head. Pulled back into Jayce's orbit, inexorable, gravity. Finally, Jayce takes Viktor's waist, large hands encircling his abdomen, fingers almost touching. Lifts him up. Flying, tethered to reality by Jayce's grip, carried effortlessly. Stomach swoops, exhilarated. Viktor remembers floating in blue, otherworldly light. Weightless, painless, carefree, like a dream. But this is real. Jayce brings him down to earth, knees tremolo and holds him, solid.

    "Happy birthday, Vitya."

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    As far as he’s aware, the Logan from his universe never had this problem. Actually, it might just be this one—the Worst Wolverine, a coward and a failure and a fucking animal.

    (or, logan goes into rut)

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    Some people are marked for greatness. Whether they're ready for it is another thing altogether.

    Jayce isn't cut out for greatness. He's just an engineering student with too much pressure and not enough sleep. When his latest invention goes horribly wrong at a very public science fair, all he wants to do is throw himself off the observatory roof. Instead, he finds an irresistibly snarky lab assistant who understands him better than he ever could have imagined.

    Viktor isn't cut out for greatness. He's just a frustrated astronomy student whose body lets him down almost as much as his peers. All he wants is some peace and quiet. Instead, he gets a clumsy golden boy with an idea almost as compelling as him.

    It looks like greatness is a two-man job.

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    "It sparks a sort-of warm fuzzy feeling in her chest. The internet reports, when she googles it, that it sounds like a cancer symptom and she’s probably going to die in the next few days.

    Gloria finds her, face-down, sobbing into her pillow, and laughs when Barbie explains that she’s not long for the earth. Brushes the hair out of her face with more care than should be possible. The fuzzy feeling only intensifies."

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    Barbie figures out just why she never liked Ken

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    “It makes me feel like a princess,” she admitted. “Just like in the stories. A fair maiden locked away in a far-off turret. Knowing that any strapping young knights wanting to court me will have to earn their way past the fierce, jealous dragon who guards my door. It’s quite comforting.”

    Rhaenyra grinned sleepily. “A princess in a what now?”

    Incredible. She could actually hear Alicent rolling her eyes. “In a high tower, yes, you’re very clever, Rhaenyra. Gods, why do I talk to you.”

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