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    "In a post-war world, we're given the luxury of medical procedures that are not vital," Ratchet said. "By which I don't mean 'unnecessary', just 'not needed for survival'. It's a very nice change of pace."

    "So this will be a thing now? You'll do... cosmetic surgeries?"

    Ratchet shrugged a little. "In the end," he said, "a medic is a servant to the needs of others. My job is largely reactive. Ventral fuel line clogged? I can fix that for you. Hinges grinding? I fix it. Rust infection; I fix that too. Why not do this as well? It's just on you to tell me what you need."

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    It was never important enough. Before the war, it was unthinkable. Then, well, it was war.
    Now, Megatron realized nothing was really speaking against doing something he's always wanted to do.

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    In the backstreet of some stupid place tucked away in Belobog, Caelus let himself get caged in by Dan Heng. It was his fault for teasing the other too much anyway — small flirty quips, light nudges, leaning in too close just to brush past him — Dan Heng had ran out of patience, and slammed him against the wall.

    Pain flared, but pain was good, because it grounded him, reminded him that he was here and present.

    Dan Heng didn’t speak. Dan Heng never really did. All Dan Heng did was interlocked his fingers with one hand, pressing it against the wall beside his head, and cupped his face with the other, all while shoving a knee between his legs.

    Caelus gave a muffled whine, tilting his head up, parting his lips and nipping at Dan Heng’s bottom lip, pulling at it with his teeth.

    The hand that gently held his face moved to fist his hair, jerking him back. Caelus let go of Dan Heng’s lip, wincing at the sudden action, before his expression dissolved into a dangerous smile. In his eyes lay a challenge — kiss me again, if you dare.

     

    Where Caelus bleeds gold from the crushing weight of his unbearable existence.

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    Giyuu Tomioka could not sleep. It was as simple as that, from his early childhood all the way until he was an adult. Sleep hid from him, even when he chased it with all his energy, and so he stopped running after it. Sleep would only come to him once he died, then.

    (or: bits and pieces of the in between of a demon slayer’s perspective while he slowly bowed under the quiet exhaustion of the greatest enemy in his life.)

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    “An ability?”

    — on the past, present, and future of one Edgar Allan Poe.

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