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Your touch, my comfort, and my lullaby by Anonymous for sneg_v_avgustu
Fandoms: Joker Out (Band)
10 Sep 2025
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(holding on tight, and sleeping at night)
“What are you?” asks the dog in another half-growl, making Kris frown slightly.
“I’m a nurse, I work here.” he answers.
“No,” interrupts the dog, sniffing the air between them. Sniffing Kris.
“What are you?” he tries asking again.Animal hybrids AU
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11 Sep 2025
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“I’m a rabbit. Half-hare, from my mother’s side of the family.”.
“Rabbit? Hare?” asks the patient, turning his head slightly to the side as if confused. His dark brown ears flop a little in curiosity. Kris thinks he could even look cute, if behind his nurse armor his prey heart wasn’t beating furiously in fear and the instinct to flee.
“I’ve never seen something like you before.” admits the dog then, looking ready to blush.
Kris takes a deep breath, trying to smile. “My name is Kris.” he introduces himself, trying to maintain a respectful and civil conversation with someone who has apparently lived in conditions so brutal and dehumanizing he has never seen a prey hybrid before.
The dog nods in recognition of a name and Kris notices his tail starting to gently sway behind him, in interest. He wants to be treated kindly, he thinks. He is good.
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Bojan's sick.
(...but is he really?)
Bookmarked by JuliaBaggins
07 Sep 2025
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After what must be close to an hour, Nace sneaks a peek at Bojan. He's clearly fast asleep, still stuck completely to Nace's body. A pang of adoration sweeps through Nace, and whatever plans he'd made for the rest of the afternoon (mainly, cooking for Bojan, talking to him, perhaps getting him some medication, so on and so forth) immediately fly out of his head as he watches Bojan's chest rise and fall.
A little nap can't hurt, Nace thinks to himself, especially when Bojan's lying next to him, completely zonked out. He checks Bojan's forehead once again, and he's not sure if the fever has already gone down in the short amount of time he's been here, or if it'd always felt so un-feverish. Nace frowns, but shrugs it off either way. It doesn't really matter; he's already here, anyway.
Throwing his arm over Bojan's body and feeling the smaller man snuggle closer to him in his sleep, Nace lets his eyes flutter closed. He's already gotten a decent amount of sleep last night, but now, here in Bojan's warmth, he feels himself slipping into dreamland regardless.
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Shadow of the Vampire: Bound by Blood by MissMarmelaid
Fandoms: Käärijä (Musician), Joker Out (Band)
10 Sep 2025
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Bojan’s soulbond pulsed again, as if waiting for his decision.
“I don’t even know you… I don’t…” His voice faltered. “What does sealing the bond even mean? How does it happen?”
Jere’s smile shifted suddenly, sharp and predatory. “It means sex, Bojan. We will sleep together, and I will bite you. The bite marks will remain on your skin, a sign to others that you’re bound to a vampire. A warning to them not to touch you.”
Sex. Bojan swallowed hard, the lump in his throat almost choking him. He hadn’t… not with a man, not since—
He drew in a trembling breath. Jan’s hold around him tightened protectively.“I don’t know… I don’t… if I ever can…” Bojan’s voice broke, quiet and raw, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes against his will. His soulmark throbbed softly, almost soothing, as if it wanted to comfort him.
Bookmarked by JuliaBaggins
05 Sep 2025
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Pain flashed hot, then dissolved into something else entirely. Bojan clutched Jere tighter, anchoring him, whispering his name again and again like a mantra. He felt it—the bond sparking, burning, wrapping around them both like a lifeline. Jere drank, greedily at first, but then something shifted. The violence ebbed, the tremor in his hands steadied, and Bojan felt the madness draining out of him with every pull.
“Good,” Bojan breathed, tears stinging his eyes. “That’s it. Come back to me. I’ve got you.”
When Jere finally tore himself away, his mouth was smeared red, his breathing ragged—but his eyes were clear. Clearer than Bojan had dared hope.
“Bojan,” he whispered hoarsely, horrified at himself. For a heartbeat, he just stared, chest heaving, torn between fight and surrender. Then suddenly he dropped to his knees front of Bojan, his hands clutching at Bojan’s thighs as if he needed an anchor to the world. His chest heaved, his whole body trembling with the effort to get the words out.
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Bookmarked by JuliaBaggins
26 Aug 2025
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“… It got too empty again.”
A sigh from Jan, and he squeezes the man just a little tighter, presses his cold nose against the back of his neck. Bojan jolts only slightly at the sensation.
“I know it’s late,” Bojan starts, but he gets cut off.
“And I told you I’d be here, right?” he murmurs. “The time doesn’t matter to me.”
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The Pope is shot on a Thursday.
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04 Aug 2025
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By some wordless agreement, or perhaps because they think he will be of no use anywhere else, it is Thomas that they allow to sit with the Holy Father once he is moved out of surgery.
His breath catches at the sight of him. It’s been so long since Thomas has seen the Holy Father garbed in anything but the papal vestments. He looks very small in just a hospital gown and the harsh light of the hospital has left him looking pale and worn, as if all the honeyed warmth has been drained out of him. A pitiful, frantic part of Thomas wants to steal him away and bring him some place warm and sunkissed, where the sharp edges of the world cannot reach him, even if just for a while.