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The gentle thrumming of blood moving sluggishly through veins cut the heavy silence of the room. Irina lay sedate and vulnerable on the bed, pale against the dark ringlets of her hair that lay sprawled across the sheets. Despite the haze behind her eyes, she still dragged them up at the sound of movement, the ghost of defiance and fear warring with the exhaustion pinning her down. Her fragile shoulders trembled as the mattress dipped with Elliot's weight. Her breath came in shaky and uncertain as she stared down. Elliot grinned, wolfish, sharp canines glinting in the dim light.
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In which Elliot is a little bastard to his boyfriend's girlfriend
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i will twist the knife and bleed my aching heart by anna_june for StuckIn85
Fandoms: Original Work
01 Nov 2025
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Thomas hated the hunger most, the itch in his gums as his fangs descended and stayed down. He hated the way that the gnawing reduced himself to his base instincts, like some sort of wild animal. He kept his jaw clamped shut, fangs hidden behind his perpetual grimace.
“You’re starving,” Irina remarked casually, though Thomas could barely hear her over the thrumming of her heartbeat.
She was pressed against him, warm skin held flush against his cold, still chest. Her blood was singing through her veins, its steady rhythm slowly driving him to the brink of insanity. He was so hungry. She was right. He was starving.
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gold rush by anna_june
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)
24 Jun 2025
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[Nie Mingjue] nearly drops his wallet when he makes eye contact with the barista. All the air in his lungs leaves in a rush. The barista’s dark eyes are striking, piercing straight through Nie Mingjue, his face may as well be cut of marble. Nie Mingjue hopes his mouth isn’t flopping open like a fish, but he can’t seem to get his body to respond anymore. All of his systems have gone offline.
“Good morning,” the barista says, bright and cheerful despite the early hour. Rationally, Nie Mingjue knows it’s just his customer service voice. He’s paid to speak to people like that, it’s his job. But rationality disappeared the moment Nie Mingjue laid eyes on him. “How can I help you?”
“Uh,” Nie Mingjue begins tactfully. Great, he thinks, snappy and ill-tempered even in his own head, this man spoke to you with a voice like windchimes and you replied, ‘uh.’ “Surprise me.” His reply is sharper than he intends it to be.
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nie mingjue misses his alarm and stops by a random coffee shop in order to make it to work on time. the barista who takes his order is gorgeous. this may be a good thing for both of them.
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i'd walk so far just to take the injury of finally knowing you by anna_june
Fandoms: Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy - John Le Carré
08 Dec 2023
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Heartbreak is sold as an affliction that affects exclusively teenage girls, but as Jim lies on the floor of some shady motel room watching the glow of headlights shining through the windows– curtains drawn as always– illuminate the walls in waves he can’t help but feel like his heart has been absolutely shattered. It’s as if Haydon had come through and had taken a sledgehammer to that tender spot deep within his chest. He wants to curl up tight around himself and sob, but he has just a touch too much dignity left in him. Private moments are never as private as one wants them to be. He tells himself he’s being dramatic. Get a grip. The sun will rise tomorrow and life will go on, and on, and on, and he will be alright. Somehow, it still feels like the world is ending.
grief, when everyone else seems to be happy.
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Illya takes a great, unsteady breath in, and sobs as he exhales.
“Peril–” he starts to ask what’s wrong, then realizes how stupid that question sounds. His next thought is it’s okay, but that statement isn’t much better. In the end, he sits up beside Illya and wraps his arms around him. Illya is shaking so much that it’s a miracle he hasn’t shaken apart at the seams. “Oh, Peril.”
“I wasted so much time,” Illya says, muffled by his knees. He gasps like he’s under water. “I wasted so much time.”
napoleon, illya, and gaby, at the moment the apocalpyse happens.
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They had left him slumped against the wall, wrist bruised by the cuff latched too tightly around it. He couldn’t remember them leaving, couldn’t remember much more than brief flashes of what they did to him which was probably a blessing. It will be worse next time. The leader will think he’s successfully broken Illya in, and when he discovers that he hasn’t, he will be merciless. Illya could dissociate on command. He had stockpiled skills in his toolkit to protect himself from torture. He just had to survive long enough for Napoleon and Gaby to bring the calvary to rescue him.
He just had to survive. He had to figure out what they wanted, why they’re so angry with him.
illya encounters some old enemies while on a mission back home in russia. it goes very badly for him.
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would you love me if i wanted nothing more? by anna_june
Fandoms: The Man From U.N.C.L.E. (2015)
20 Jun 2023
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Maybe it’s the proximity. Maybe it’s the heat of the fireplace, the faint flush of warmth on Napoleon’s cheeks. Maybe it’s the way Napoleon’s shirt is riding up, exposing his soft middle to the flickering firelight. Whatever it is, Illya knows that he cannot deny this part of himself any longer. He is in love with Napoleon.
Suddenly, he feels sick.
He sits heavily on the floor in front of the couch, the old wood groaning under his weight. He can’t take refuge in the bedroom without going through the effort of lighting the fireplace in there, and there’s no point using double the firewood. So he’ll settle for having his back to the source of his agony.
It wouldn’t work, anyway. For all the ingrained societal reasons, and the practical ones too. They’d be a liability to each other. They’d only be legally acknowledged in a handful of countries, and socially accepted in even fewer. And even if it weren’t for all that, Napoleon likes his partners soft. Illya is made up exclusively of hard edges and sharp angles. He doesn’t know how to be soft.
somewhere in finland, illya grapples with his romantic and sexual identity. napoleon supports him through it, gladly.
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a fall, from this height, will hurt for awhile by anna_june
Fandoms: The Man From U.N.C.L.E. (2015)
27 May 2023
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It’s so dark. He has to get out of here, or something bad will happen. He doesn’t know what, exactly, he’s so, so confused, but he has to get out of here. So he swallows his bile and crawls. The sobbing slowly turns into whimpering as he drags himself across rubble and sharp metal scraps. There’s a set of– something ahead of him– doors? He has to get out. He’s nearly within reach of the door when he snags on an object that feels very different from the rest of the rubble around him. It’s soft and malleable, not hard like concrete or sharp like metal. No, the object is undeniably organic. Is there someone else in here with him? Is that where the sobbing is coming from?
Illya scrapes together all of the words floating around in his aching head, “Excuse me. Excuse me, we… um… we are going.” That’s not right, is it? It’s so hard to grasp the words, but through the blinging pain he manages to draw together the same sentence in English. He shakes the person gently by the shoulder, brushing their dark curls away from their eyes.
a sabotaged elevator collapses, injuring illya and napoleon (but mostly illya).
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When an emergency shelter order is given following the launch of a potentially-nuclear missile, four students at a specialized vocational academy must seek shelter with their instructor until the threat is assessed and responded to.
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running out of time // see the sun light up the sky by anna_june
Fandoms: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime)
08 Mar 2023
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Yuri continues to dominate the space like he was born to perform. Otabek can’t help feeling overwhelmed, outperformed, like he’s lagging behind. He doesn’t miss any steps, but he knows his face is dead. He’s too busy watching the way Yuri bends the world to his will. They finish with a flourish, every muscle tense with focus.
“You need to look like you want to tear a chunk out of each other with your teeth,” Viktor calls from behind his notes. “You need to look like mutually assured destruction personified. I need to feel like something bad’s about to happen, and I need to know that I can do nothing about it. Again.”
This time, Otabek fuels every ounce of feeling left in his body into this dance. He is the fire of creation, his hands scorch Yuri’s flesh as he lifts and lunges. Yuri grips him just as tightly in return, nails digging into his shoulder when he can reach, snarling, yet he presses every inch of skin against his in the moments that they’re close to each other. There’s a smirk in his eyes, a haughty look of superiority that makes Otabek’s blood sing.
Otabek joins a new ballet company. It both saves and ruins his life.
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hope was a letter i never could send / love was a country we couldn't defend by anna_june
Fandoms: Banana Fish (Anime & Manga)
08 Jan 2023
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Blanca was not a crisis counselor. He was the furthest thing from it, in all likelihood, but he would try. “Ash,” he called, letting the door fall shut with a slam behind him so Ash at least had some warning. “Will you please get down from there?”
“Why should I?” Ash shot back, but he turned away from the ledge all the same. His whole body trembled. From this distance, Blanca couldn’t tell if it was from the cold or adrenaline. He looked ethereal in the warm amber light reflecting off the snow, with large snowflakes settling in his hair. But his eyes were sunken and hollow, his body was gaunt, his skin was as pale as the snow around him. Maybe ethereal was just a pretty word for already dead.
Why should I? Blanca knew that question like a lover. He had held it on the tip of his tongue for years, decades, he had etched the shape of it into his mind.
christmas, a rooftop conversation, an exit.
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They say nothing else to each other. This is how it goes these days, the less they say the better. Fighting is inevitable unless they are quiet. The yawning void between them seems to grow wider with every passing second. Katya leans over the railing, eyes closed, reveling in the sounds of celebration below. Goncharov grips the railing a little tighter on her behalf and breathes as deeply as he can. His chest is heavy, weighed down with ever present pressure that no amount of fresh air can ever alleviate. Beside Katya and yet still so far away, he feels like a cosmonaut. He feels like the space shuttle itself, mid-launch, straining under the heat and force and pressure. His back aches. He needs to lay down, or he may shake apart. Down-and-dirty construction is good enough to hold a lot of things together but not a space shuttle, not the human body.
“What do you think the women back home are doing tonight?” Katya asks, her voice laden with melancholy.
Goncharov shrugs, “Best not to reminisce. That isn’t home anymore.”
“Must be nice,” Katya says. Another sip of wine. Another heavy sigh. “To not have to think about things.”
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Ash stood up before he even registered the thought, changing elevation so quickly his vision went black. He stomped across the room, made childish by his anger, and ripped the book out of Blanca’s hands. He didn’t know what had overtaken him, but then he was holding the book and it didn’t matter anymore. In one swift tear, he split the book in half and hurled the torn sections at Blanca’s head. “I am not your fucking redemption arc,” he fought to keep his voice level. Yelling would not make his point. But he was so angry he could barely see straight. He was milk on the fire, fine a moment ago but now boiling out of control. “Fixing me will not fix you. You cannot make me get better, I do not want to get better. I like being sick. I deserve to be sick.”
Blanca, impassive as ever, looked solemnly at him, “These ideas are not serving you. It is in your best interest to let go of them.”
how sick do you have to be to deserve help?
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it was love that drove me here by anna_june
Fandoms: 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV), 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
13 Sep 2022
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Overhead, vultures circle. Blistering hot sand laps at his ankles, but still he presses ever forward. The sand is as bright as the snow in the wintertime back home- that’s not his home anymore- and if he looks long enough his vision goes black. He shivers, chilled to the bone.
Jiang Cheng, the desert whispers, I am waiting for you.
He presses forward until he cannot see straight. Then he crawls until he cannot drag himself any further, arms trembling with exertion. He cannot swallow, throat parched and aching. Another round of shivers wracks his fragile body, and as his vision fades out he sees a flicker, a glint of light in the sand in front of him. With the very last ounces of strength remaining in him, Jiang Cheng reaches for the flash and closes his palm around the cool, clean metal of the hilt of a sword. It feels like victory. His mouth tastes like blood.
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Jiang Cheng leaves his home in New York and makes a new one in the desert southwest: told through a series of non-linear vignettes
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still and silent waters in the middle of a storm by anna_june
Fandoms: 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV), 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
01 Sep 2022
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[Lan Wangji] fights to put a face and name to the voice, then fights even harder to choke down another wave of nausea. Wen Xu barely gives him a moment to prepare himself before he’s being hauled up to his feet. The world sparks and crackles and suddenly Lan Wangji is heaving up his empty stomach over the side of the cart he must have been thrown in. Hot tears drip down his cheeks, but he grits his teeth together and forces his expression back to neutral. Nothing can be done about the tears, but he can maintain his dignity and his silence despite them.
Wen Xu is still talking when Lan Wangji manages to wrangle his attention back in, “-And you’ll tell me where that cowardly brother of yours is, hm? Does that sound like a deal?”
Lan Wangji holds his tongue. The perfect picture of restraint, the model Lan disciple. Wen Xu is cruel, he is unpredictable, he will make Lan Wangji hurt, but Lan Wangji will be resilient. He will not forsake his name. He will not be broken by pain and fear, no matter how strong.
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lan wangji is very hurt after the attack on cloud recesses, and he dreams that wei wuxian has come to comfort him -
don't leave me by anna_june
Fandoms: 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV), 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
15 Jul 2022
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“I don’t want you to die,” Lan Xichen confesses, a whisper against the raging storm outside. “I’m going to find something to help you.”
Nie Mingjue sighs, exhausted, drained, tired of this conversation already, “Don’t make promises you can’t keep. It’s cruel to me. Besides, we’ve already tried everything. It’s not something that can be helped, it’s imminent. Unavoidable.”
Thunder cracks and lightning splits the sky, sending Lan Xichen into a fit of shivers in his arms. He hopes the fear is a good enough distraction, his embrace enough to clear Lan Xichen’s thoughts. He should know better by now, Lan Xichen is nothing if not committed to finishing the things he starts. “Does it have to be?” he presses, voice thin but determined. “Does it have to be a death sentence? Is there no way to manage it?”
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two boys ride horses, comfort each other during a storm, and try to take on the complex emotions that come from having a magic terminal illness.
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take a break, take a breath by anna_june
Fandoms: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
21 Jun 2022
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So [Xue Yang] does what he knows best, he suppresses the problem. Standard over-the-counter cough syrup lost its efficacy almost immediately. Xue Yang sucks on cough drops around the clock, the sting of menthol isn’t that bad anymore. He can almost trick himself into thinking the cough drops are candy. They may as well be, for all they’re doing to stop his bouts of heaving. Earlier in the week, he managed to find a bottle of cough syrup with codeine, which is proving to be the only thing that actually gives him any relief as the cough gets more and more resilient. So fine. He’s keeping it under wraps. It’s fine. It’s fine, he thinks, even as he shivers with a low-grade fever through several doses of Tylenol. Everything’s alright, even as the new cough syrup stops preventing all of his coughing fits.
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Xue Yang catches a nasty cough. Song Lan and Xiao Xingchen take care of him as best they can. -
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How dare Blanca say he’s unlovable. How dare he say that while praising Ash-fucking-Lynx in the same breath? Everybody bow to Saint Ash! Yut-Lung is fire. Yut-Lung is an all consuming flame. He stands up with a wail and swipes at the decorative glass on the garden table. He hurls the glass at the concrete garden path, relishing in the satisfying crash as it shatters. Fuck Ash Lynx. He’s so sick of hearing about Ash. Why does Ash get everything he wants? What did he do to deserve it? What did Yut-Lung ever do wrong, ever do differently? His chest aches. He’s just a kid, why does Ash deserve more than him? What did he ever do?
He’s sobbing now, hot, embarrassing tears that carve lines into his foundation. He wants to hide his face in the bed sheets even if his makeup will stain them. He wants to-
He wants to-
He wants. So much. He wants so much, his chest could burst with the force of it. There’s no room in his body for all of this drive.
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yut-lung has a panic attack, runs around in the garden, fantasizes about his bodyguard, and gets tipsy. in that order. then the process starts all over again
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i used to think i'd be done by twenty / now at twenty-nine the road ahead appears the same by anna_june
Fandoms: ジョジョの奇妙な冒険 | JoJo no Kimyou na Bouken | JoJo's Bizarre Adventure
23 May 2022
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There is no universe in which Giorno Giovanna does not throw himself from the cliff behind his seaside mansion before he has the chance to turn thirty. It is ten o’clock right now, on April 16th. He will be twenty-nine for an hour and fifty-four more minutes. He has an hour and fifty-four more minutes to decide whether he can go through with this.
There’s still time. He can still go back. Fold unnoticed back into the crowd, go home and put this dreadful business off for another decade. A decade is a terrifyingly long amount of time. A decade ago he was nineteen, four years in, still learning all the etiquette. It took an unbearably long time for him to nail down his right to rule, to learn when to stop giving and start taking. And a decade is double the length of an unbearably long time.
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giorno's thirtieth birthday brings up unfortunate feelings. fugo and mista help
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we'll let tomorrow wait, you're here right now with me by anna_june
Fandoms: Banana Fish (Anime & Manga)
19 May 2022
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Ash likes to sleep in open spaces. On the couch so his back is protected, but facing the door so he can be aware of anyone trying to come in. Leftovers from a life spent on the street. Shorter wishes he could convince Ash he was safe enough to sleep with his back to the door, but some habits are impossible to break.
The microwave chimes just as the shower stops. Ash emerges from the bathroom, wet hair soaking the collar of his borrowed shirt. He heads towards the couch with the heaviness of a man heading to his death. With the blanket wrapped around his shoulders like a shield, he curls up. Shorter brings the hot chocolate over to him once it’s stirred, and he sits beside him with his own mug.
Ash leans into him, laying his head on his shoulder. “I’m sorry I woke you up.” He takes the mug in trembling hands and simply holds it while it cools.
“You didn’t wake me up,” Shorter assures. “You scared me tonight, buddy. What happened to you?”
“I’m sorry.”
---shorter gets a call in the middle of the night