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An AU where Sunday is an exorcist belonging to Beyond the Sky Choir (worshippers of Ena the Order) and Gallagher is a higher demon from the Dreamflux Reef who follows Mythus the Enigmata. Currently only one-shots that follow their growing attraction towards each other, despite being on opposing ends.
It all starts with a meeting in a worn down church.
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“For otherworlders, it is better not to date a long-life species—especially the Xianzhou natives, as you will likely get hurt. We might have a youthful look, but our soul has aged. Once we have loved, our hearts will not flutter for anyone again.”
Stelle, forced to submit documents against her will, made it to the Seat of Divine Foresight. As she dropped the papers on his desk, her eyes settled on a particular golden pocket watch. Similar to the one she had.
Its time was frozen—perhaps broken. However, that wasn’t what caught her attention.
There was a photograph within it, a person eerily similar to her. Same hair length. Same facial features. Same smile.
There were engravings on the back of the artifact, dating back to five hundred years ago.
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- Part 1 of Where trash collection takes you
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Varka raises a brow, leaning forward onto the table. ‘Alright, I’ll bite. What stuff do you prefer then?’
‘Snezhnayan Firewater is more to my personal tastes. But I understand that kind of liquor is not for the faint of heart.’ Flins responds with an easy charm.
Varka grins. ‘Well, I won’t say no to a challenge.'
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Papers, wood and a subtle sweetness. Power and kindness. A hearth, his mind gives and he wills the thought away.
"Do you want this?" Nazrik asks, quiet. His thumb rubs circles on knuckles, another hand solidly set on the Mage's hips but light enough to not cage. He feels Emmerich's gaze change to a burning want, his breaths slowing but deep still.
The Mage is slow, hesitant almost, as he pushes his hips into a single agonizing grind and Nazrik's breath hitches, his body tensing as electric shocks of pleasure zip straight to his head and that strength again returns, where not even Nazrik's hold can stop him. "Would you indulge me if I said yes?"
Nazrik comes to the Herdmaster's sleeping hut for answers, running on ragged frustration and anger over the False One, over the God that has caused him grief for so long. He gets a little more than what he came for.
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- Part 1 of Of Devotion
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Warm whiskey, no ice machine. Breakfasts and dinners melting into each other. Hot eggs burning the roof of his mouth off.
Sebastian didn’t remember how much time had passed before Ruvik had appeared on his doorstep, offering a reluctant co-existence he called a partnership. They won’t get away with it, he said, and Sebastian laughed—a pathetic cackle of a drunk, desperate man.
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A post-TEW1 fic where homeless Ruvik and unemployed Sebastian are trying to get back at Mobius.