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    Ilya's hand continues its path up and down Shane's back, and Shane thinks again about how love is sometimes just this: a palm on the spine, moving in circles, waiting for you to come back to yourself. There is no promise of saving you—Ilya cannot save him, they both know this and are alright with it in their own ways—but there is a vow of staying, lingering in order to witness. Touching the bruise so that its pain triggers the memory that you are allowed to be touched.

    Outside, the snow continues its work of erasure. Inside, Shane's breathing begins to even out, every limb recalling how to be a man at rest rather than an animal fawning and freezing. The trembling subsides, wave by wave, as if Ilya's hand is smoothing it out of him.

    "Sleep, зайчик," Ilya says softly, his free hand coming to rest in Shane's hair. "I have you."

    This is not true, Shane thinks, and it is also the only true thing.

     

    recovery, shane learns, is not a straight line. to begin to understand something, you must first name it.

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    25 Jan 2026

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    A night with Angel Dust. There are plenty of sinners down in the belly of the casino who would give up all their winnings for what Husk has right now. He’d give it away for free if he could find a way to keep the spider’s mouth shut about it. There’s no way around it now though, and he’ll be damned if he sends the little twink back to Valentino to blab all about what a coward he is, how he was too scared to dick down the most wanted being in all of Pentagram City.

    “Want a drink?”

    His voice is even rougher than usual, he coughs to try and clear it as he heads for his personal bar, not waiting for an answer. He needs one, Angel be damned. Husk gets behind the bar and pulls out a rocks glass, pouring himself a double of the strongest liquor he’s got. It’s not tasty, but that’s not what he’s aiming for right now. The glass has just reached his lips when something white floods his peripheral vision and he glances over as Angel Dust leans over the bartop, his chest heaving out of his silky pink gown.

     

    Or what if Overlord Husk won a night with Angel Dust instead of his soul? What if it turns into so much more?

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    20 Dec 2025

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    Angel dissociates to cope, but it's making his new relationship complicated. This fic boasts wildly intense HuskerDust hurt/comfort, an 'enemies to queer-platonic' RadioApple ~situation,~ and Angel struggling to heal after violently escaping Val.

    This fic is like if season 2 was a cozy fantasy about Angel healing & going to actual therapy, instead of a musical comedy adventure about Charlie fighting god. What do people have to do to get into Heaven? Will Alastor be the Big Bad? Will Angel and Husk fuck?! We're getting into all of it.

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    02 Nov 2025

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    Jeongguk has learned the hard way from the tender age of thirteen when his father pushed him down the stairs, that people are a disappointment. They always will be and so he breaks hearts instead.

    Hurt people hurt people.

    Jeongguk likes hurting girls, but he doesn't like hurting Kim Taehyung.

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    30 Jul 2024

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    Adaine Abernant was broken.

    I mean, that was the only explanation wasn’t it? That was the only reason she felt so empty, so alone. She had a family, a family which never actually did anything bad to her. But still, she felt like she had no one.

    Figueroth formerly Faeth was a monster.

    She was reminded of that every time her Dad looked at her with something bordering on hatred, or when her mom looked at her with guilt, or when her friends pointed and whispered behind her back, since her horns came in it felt like she had no one.

    When Fig finds a message in a bottle which Adaine had thrown from the shore of Fallinel perhaps they both find someone.

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    24 Apr 2024