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    Lance is dealing with a bad case of insomnia and nightmares. Mix those two together and he cannot get enough sleep. So, he goes to the observation deck until he feels tired enough to actually go back to sleep.

    First problem: It doesn’t really work.

    Second problem: Keith Kogane apparently does the same thing.

    The solution? They both agree to not fight while at night, both not having the energy to put with the other.

    It works well. Too well.

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    04 Jan 2026

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    “Sorry, babe,” Keith says. He even smiles, no doubt proud of himself.

    And Lance knows it’s his fault. He started it, after all, but at least the biting term of endearment made sense when he was the one doing it. Keith had been talking to him like they were some old married couple. The kind who’ve been married too long and don’t love each other anymore and gripe over meaningless shit, only managing to piss each other off even further.

    That’s why Lance called him dear. Because it made sense in the situation. It was a calculated insult. A strategic jab.

    Keith, on the other hand, is weaponizing the term of endearment without any rhyme or reason, simply to get back at Lance.

    Or: Keith and Lance have gotten into the habit of using pet names as condescending insults. They're not really terms of endearment.

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    26 Oct 2025

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    “I’m gonna marry you one day.”

    Lance pauses, hands stiffening where he had been carefully bandaging Keith’s stab wound. He looks up to meet indigo eyes, hazy with pain and whatever poison the blade had been doused in.

    Adoring, as they stare into him. Lance swallows.

    “What makes you say that?” he asks, entertaining it. His fingers tremble a little on the cloth he’s using, and he wills them to go still.

    “I dunno,” Keith slurs, and he manages a huff of laughter at that. “You look like the love of my life.”

    or, team leader and his exasperated right hand talk about love, in the midst of stab wounds and cave-ins

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    17 Sep 2025

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    The sky was still the same bloody red, staining the water an unnatural, sickly purple. No birds flew above, no fish were swept up in boat currents, and if Hajime squinted enough, he could still see wisps of smoke curling up from the mainland. But as unnerving as the sight remained, he almost didn’t mind it, because he knew now that it was temporary. They did it. They won.
    Right?
    But Hajime knew that despite everything, people would hate or worship them for the despair that they were, and people would hate or worship them for the hope they wanted so desperately to be.
    And on the island, where they tried to thrive, he knew that moving on from the resentment of the Jabberwock killing game wouldn't come easy. Far from it.
    He knew.

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    27 Aug 2025

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    Now Mira stood outside Zoey’s door, heart tapping a frantic rhythm under her ribs. The hallway felt too quiet. Every creak of the floor echoed like it might be footsteps—but it never was.

    She knocked, light but clear. “Zo?”

    No answer.

    She hesitated, then knocked again. “Zoey?” Her voice cracked a little on the full name.

    Still nothing.

    Her hand stayed on the door longer this time, like maybe Zoey could feel it. Like maybe that would be enough.

    “I didn’t mean what I said like that,” she said softly. “I mean—I meant the words, yeah. But not like that. Not to make you feel like you were too much.”

    Her voice faltered.

    “I was frustrated. Not with you. Just… with how you kept saying you were fine. And I know that’s what you do, but—” she exhaled, her forehead pressing lightly against the door. “You don’t have to pretend with us. With me.”

    She knocked once more, more tentative this time. “Zoey…?”

    Silence.

    Her hand dropped to her side, guilt crashing back down like a wave.

    “…Yeah,” she muttered. “I deserve that.”

    or.

    Zoey gets sick, tries to hide it, and convinces herself that Mira and Rumi have enough to deal with—without being a burden, too.

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    24 Aug 2025