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    Wolf looks better on his knees than anywhere else.

    Wolf looks the same as always; expectant.  A little bit ragged.  Genichiro just likes to see him there, prostrated and obedient.

    It isn’t revelatory in the way Genichiro expects—  Genichiro isn’t the one who put him there, and instead of the rush of victory, there is only a hollow feeling in his chest.  Wolf is looking up at him from the ground, something almost derisive simmering in his eyes.  They glow in the half-light, eerie and golden.  They’re inhuman.

    They’re beautiful.

    “I am at your service, my lord.”

    It isn’t sneering, but it’s close.

    It is what Genichiro wants, but they’ve both taken too much from one another for this to be anything but sullen.

    “Are you, shinobi?” Genichiro asks, his lip curled.  Wolf is still holding his gaze, hands on his thighs, shoulders back.

    “Anything you need,” is what Wolf says.  

    Anything you are too weak to do yourself, is what Genichiro hears.  

    He needs Wolf to save Ashina; it tastes sour in his mouth, but he will swallow it to keep his lands safe.  He has swallowed worse than this bitterness.

    He has given up more than his pride.

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    Viktor is dying.

    This is nothing new. He’s been dying since he was born, since he took his first acrid lungful of Fissure air, and he accepted his premature expiration long ago. Everyone has to die anyways, right? All the Fissure had done was move up the finish line.

    That doesn’t make it any easier.

    ——

    Or, Viktor never tries Shimmer, and his death is the slow, painful erosion that everyone said it would be.

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    17 Feb 2025

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    “You look ridiculous, by the way,” Viktor says. He gestures toward Jayce with a deliberate wave of his hand. "The beard. And the hair."

    Jayce blinks. “What?”

    “It is overgrown. You look like a poorly maintained garden.”

    “Are you calling me a shrub?”

    “It is not the worst thing," Viktor teases, wry. Then his smirk fades into something more thoughtful. “You have … changed, yes. You are rougher around the edges now. You look—” He hesitates, words faltering before settling on, “—like you have lived.”

    And Jayce wonders how much longer he’ll be able to hold himself back.

    Six months after they destroy the Hexcore, Jayce and Viktor try to settle into a new life as friends. Partners. Turns out they love each other a little too much.

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    09 Feb 2025

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    Silco is an unusual sexual assault nurse examiner. Viktor is an unusual patient. Just two ships passing by each other on a shitty night (and a shitty day a few months later).

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    The boy’s gaze flicked upwards when Hathus approached. He was only bold enough to look Hathus in the eye for a moment before hastily ducking his head. A trained slave wouldn’t have looked up at all, but for a captured soldier, his reaction was nearly demure. Hathus took note of the tie around his neck. The leather knot wasn’t pulled tight, as it would have been if he’d struggled, and the skin around his throat was unmarked. The boy hadn’t fought the leash.

    “Stand,” Hathus said quietly. The boy didn’t respond.

    The quartermaster clicked his tongue. “Willful.”

    Hathus barely held back from rolling his eyes. If the boy was a conscript, he might have been drawn from one of the further reaches of the opposing empire. Gods only knew what language he spoke. He crouched down, startling the boy into looking up at him again.

    “Stand,” he said, and gripped the boy by the shoulders, pulling him upwards. The boy scrambled to get his feet under him as soon as he realized what Hathus was doing. Not willful in the least, once he understood what was being ordered.

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