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If I Could Feel Something, I'd Want To Start With You by fauxney
Fandoms: 时光代理人 | Link Click (Cartoon)
18 Aug 2026
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“Vein... isn't your real name? I mean I always thought it was unique, but it’s just a nickname?”
An amused laugh left Vein. “No, it’s not my real name.” His gaze lingered on Xia Fei fondly, trying to ignore that annoying pang he always felt when these memories were pulled to the surface. 'What made you forget?' He wonders for the umpteenth time. 'It has been quite a long time, but…'
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Vein and Xia Fei have met once before, long ago. -
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Really, the last thing Wreck could’ve expected after weeks of not seeing Nice in person was to have the man show up at his doorstep unannounced, in the middle of the night, half-dead and unconscious.
Well, more like crashed into his doorstep, would be a more accurate way to describe how he’d turned up.
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Wreck starts to realize things are much worse than he imagined. He decides to do something about it.
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“And whoever else would you go on these nightly adventures with in the event of my untimely demise?”
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5 times Fuuta helps the (not so) scary and intimidating guy that switches out with Mikoto at night, and the 1 time he helps Fuuta.Series
- Part 2 of The Little Things Give You Away
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Latla wonders how many tragedies the three of them had shared since time began, for their souls to ache the way that they did.
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101st loop Rip dreams of the 100th loop.
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The first lie Midnight ever tells is when their life has ended and they’ve been dropped into the depths of Hell.
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Written for the prompt “lies”.
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When Vein first laid eyes on Xia Fei, his traitorous heart stuttered in his chest. Simply out of minor infatuation with a pretty face, of course, but it was surprising enough to startle him. Xia Fei came to him as this awkward, reticent college student in need of a job and, despite the nervous energy vibrating his frame, seemed determined enough to be there.
“I heard you were hiring models here. So.” He keeps his eyes focused on something behind Vein’s head as he toys with the sleeve of jacket. “So here I am.”
Vein smiles, unable to contain his interest. “Here you are.”
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- Part 1 of Angels & Dogs
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25 Jun 2026
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So Vein doesn’t trust anybody. How could he? He hasn’t survived a quarter of a century walking barefoot through hell being naïve. If anything, he prefers animals. They’re predictable. They demonstrate their intent with raised hackles and bluff charges. They’re simpleminded, concerned only about their young and where their next meal is coming from. If Vein had the time, he’d probably own a dog or two. It’d be a nice change of pace, having a companion that doesn’t have a malicious bone in its body. He has ample evidence in the shape of stab-wounds and bullet-holes to prove that the hearts of men are tainted with corruption. They always have been.
But God, (or whatever cosmic entity is running things out in the ether), has made a delightful habit of shitting in his dinner. It’s as if he’s got a standard-bearer hellbent on undermining him, or a trio of witches pointing notched knuckles toward Birnam Wood, because every lesson he’s ever learned fizzles out like a one-hit wonder the moment he lays eyes on a certain blond.
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24 Jun 2026
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Mystery Work
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This is part of an ongoing challenge and will be revealed soon!
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21 Apr 2026
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When Pure Vanilla throws open the balcony doors and holds his staff aloft, the first thing he sees are the tree’s branches devoid of his feathered friends. It’s an unwelcome sight, a clear departure from their usual routine. Had something happened? Has someone drawn them away?
A flutter of movement draws his eyes upwards towards the roof; instantly, relief floods through Pure Vanilla’s jam. The flock is mercifully still here, perched above his head on a nearby rooftop. They are, however, strangely silent and still, huddled closely together while glancing between Pure Vanilla and the tree. Pure Vanilla follows their nervous gaze, peering into the branches as he holds his staff high –
Only to spy a long, lithe form curled in the shadows.
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- Part 3 of Jamma Jambound's SDVN works
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07 Jul 2025
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Three brush strokes to the right. Two to the left. A hand smoothing over his forehead, sweeping his bangs aside.
Shadow Milk knows the pattern well. His hair is always brushed the same way, in movements that seem almost robotic in how perfectly they’ve mastered the repetition. The bristles of the brush always skim over his closed eyes with such care, nimbly avoiding anywhere they might prick or poke. It always ends with a few final touches, tucking any stray wisps back into place before the brush is set back down on the dresser before him.
Pure Vanilla’s hands smooth through Shadow Milk’s hair, coming to rest gently on his shoulders.
“There. Ready for the day?”
Shadow Milk does not answer.
Shadow Milk has not answered in a long, long time.
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- Part 2 of Jamma Jambound's SDVN works
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01 Jul 2025