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"You're real," Will says through shallow breaths. "This is real."
A slight crease forms between Hannibal's eyebrows. This behavior seems much more apt to the Will who had still been suffering from encephalitis. "Yes. I am. You are—"
"Will Graham. I'm in Baltimore, Maryland. Today is the day you kill Abigail Hobbs."
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- Part 2 of NBCH: Hannibal/Will
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15 Oct 2025
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"Don't feign innocence, moga."
"I never said I was innocent, Christ, you're dense," Daniil breathed. His trousers were too tight; it was all too many layers of fabric, dulling the contact that should've been overwhelming until it was only teasing, just enough stimulation to drive him insane. "I'm not feigning anything, and I'm not wrong. You're the one who broke my nose and then mounted me like a feral animal, wouldn't you say that's depraved? Hell, you're lucky I'm even allowing this, knowing your bloody track record."
Artemy snickered into Daniil's ear. "It's not broken, don't be dramatic. Your pretty face will be just fine."
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For sworn enemies dead set on killing each other, Daniil and Artemy survive an awful lot of one-on-one encounters.
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21 Sep 2025
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Daniil's eyelids fluttered shut as he fought to retain his composure. His inexplicable immune response always heightened around Artemy, and now was no exception; Artemy's hand seared his skin through his waistcoat and dress shirt like a cattle brand, and Daniil nearly collapsed under the sudden influx of heady arousal.
This was not normal or healthy. He had to cure this vile sickness soon—before he didn't have the willpower to shrug him off like he barely managed to do now, fighting every cell in his body begging him to swoon back into Artemy's solid chest, among other things.
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Daniil's always had a weak immune system, and as an outsider, he's even more susceptible to the peak of twyre season. None of his attempts at treatment go as planned.
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20 Sep 2025
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To Daniil's shock, Artemy instantly blushed redder than the bloody twyre, all the way from the bridge of his nose across his cheeks to the tip of his ears. His eyes widened, and he glanced between the underwhelming nosegay and Daniil's face repeatedly, raising his hand to cover his mouth.
"Wh—Wow, oynon, this is... I didn't expect this from you," Artemy stammered, his tone low and almost raspy.
"Yes, well. I've learned at least some things about the Steppe, haven't I?" Daniil preened, shooting him a modest grin.
"Ah, I suppose you have, oynon... th—thank you, truly."
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Daniil gifts Artemy herbs without realizing that he's propositioning him according to Kin tradition. Culture shock shenanigans ensue.
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20 Sep 2025
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what does your heart say? (would you listen anyway?) by oynonrings
Fandoms: Мор. Утопия | Pathologic
02 Oct 2025
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"Yeah. I've been teaching the kid about the Kin traditional medicine, keeping him out of trouble the best I can. Though you'd probably say I'm indoctrinating him with backwater lies or some bullshit like that," Artemy spat.
Daniil contemplated for a second more. "I think we've been tricked."
Artemy chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. "Go on."
"Sticky is my apprentice, Burakh," Daniil revealed at last. "I have been teaching him pharmacology and medicine—or I've been trying to. Unless he has an evil twin like the Changeling, he's been two-timing us."
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Sticky doesn't get why his mentors Daniil and Artemy are at each other's throats all the time. He takes matters into his own hands.