Koiiro
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A wolf's first hunt.
A girl's first journey.
Who is the hunter?
Who is the hunted?
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Stiles has been sleeping with Theo for some time, avoiding the pack that has abandoned him, but Lydia has had enough. She takes matters into her own hands, so that Peter can take Stiles into his.
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Semper et in aeternum by Fableweaver_18
Fandom The Originals (TV), The Vampire Diaries (TV)
24 Jan 2026
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10 Jan 2026
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The Death Painting finally stirs, its cursed energy rippling and its brows furrowing.
“We have company,” Satoru says mildly. “I did say you missed one.”
Yuuji peers hazily up at him. His expression holds neither confusion nor comprehension, only soul-deep exhaustion. Despite that, he turns his head toward the Death Painting.
“That’s my brother,” Yuuji mumbles.
Satoru blinks very slowly, a gesture that’s wasted on the boy still staring at the Death Painting with those tired, tired eyes. “Yuuji, that’s a curse.”
“Half,” Yuuji says. “Or…a third? A third. Two-thirds human.”
“You’re an only child.”
Yuuji makes a noncommittal noise. “Thought so too. Didn’t believe him at first. But I dream, sometimes.”
Satoru takes Yuuji’s face between both of his hands and turns it toward him. Yuuji comes easily, blinking up at Satoru with those big, brown eyes.
“Yuuji,” Satoru says slowly and clearly, “you’re not making any sense.”
A time loop locks Yuuji into the day of the Shibuya Incident. Satoru bears witness to the aftermath.
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the hunter and the night (of some other story) by voxofthevoid
Fandoms: Bleach (Anime & Manga)
15 Feb 2023
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The first time Grimmjow runs into the orange-haired motherfucker that turns into the bane of his existence, he’s too preoccupied with not dying to notice most of the details. Later, once he’s put a healthy distance between himself and those specific sand dunes, he’ll recall impressions of bright hair and black estigma and a hole in the center of the fucking vasto lorde’s chest.
The whole affair only gets more confusing afterward, when the damn thing keeps trying to feed him.
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“Billy talked to me. As Vecna, but it was Billy, I know it.” Max’s eyes lock onto Steve’s, daring him to disagree.
“Max, we don’t know what Vecna is capable of,” Steve says, not sure where Max is going with this.
“I don’t care,” Max says. “I only care about Billy. And he’s down there,” she jabs the rowboat's oars back into the water, “and I’m going to get him back.”
Steve barely has a chance to scream Max’s name before she’s plunging beneath the surface and into the fiery glow of the gate. Steve doesn’t hesitate before he jumps in after her.