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The first page greets him with a polaroid: Stiles, disheveled and grinning tiredly, perched on his suitcase in the living room. Beside it in marker block letters:
BEGIN YOUR JOURNEY. DO NOT SKIP AHEAD.
Derek scowls at the page, tempted to flip straight to the back. But in the corner in tiny letters:
Yes, you can turn the page today.
With a huff, he does.
The next page has the present date and a short message:Here we are on the first day of me gone. I am on my way to get properly educated and you are on your way to find a treasure chest. Wipe that frown off your face, Sourwolf.
We are both beginning an adventure, so put on something comfortable and pack a change of underwear.There’s an actual treasure map taped to the page.
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What if Stiles leaves for college and Derek decides to stay in Beacon Hills. What if Stiles leaves Derek with a journal entry for every day. An instruction manual. What if Derek follows it and rebuilds his life, page by page.
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30 Aug 2025
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Trelawney whispered a different prophecy. Because of it, Harry Potter was allowed to live.
He started his seventh year, the way he always had: as a half-blood Gryffindor, an orphan of Godric’s Hollow and the social leper of Hogwarts.
Two things told Harry it would be an interesting semester: first, the Dark Lord would visit Hogwarts; second, they had a new defense professor, who moved with precision and power and spoke as if he was used to people hanging onto his every word.
The man made Harry’s stomach squirm.
And he called himself Marvolo Gaunt.
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16 Aug 2025
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Ichigo sleeps, obviously, but—first with the nightmares of his mom dying, and needing to take care of the girls in the middle of the night when they were little, and then Isshin’s increasingly aggressive “training” over the years—he doesn’t sleep deeply. Not in his own house, and certainly not anywhere outside of it either. He’s learned to get shut eye when and where he can, but he’s never so deep under that he can’t snap to awareness in an instant if he needs to.
It often leaves him feeling restless, a little strung out and tense, but it’s fine. He’s gotten used to it. He’s long-since learned how to walk the knife’s edge of exhaustion.
But.
But not at the Urahara Shoten, apparently.
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OR:There's only one place in the three worlds where Ichigo can actually get some rest. What starts as a one-off accidental nap turns into a habit.
for the prompt: sharing a bed
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- Part 1 of UraIchi Week 2025
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06 Aug 2025
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“I’m not a prostitute,” The man sitting in the small plastic chair opposite Junho’s work desk repeated.
Junho glanced up from the arrest form he was filling out on his computer and studied him. Seong Gihun, age forty-three, resident of Ssangmun-dong. The system showed his only living relative to be his elderly mother. There were numerous citations on file for money issues mostly, but no prostitution. Oh, and today was his birthday.
“Officer,” the man said, wringing his hands like an old woman and rocking in his seat, “I swear.”
Junho took his fingers off the keyboard and crossed them over his desk. “Ajusshi, I have you on video without your pants in a popular love hotel.”
Alternative Universe where no one gets hurt.
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25 Jul 2025
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When a mask cracks, what is behind it?
Grimmjow is found wounded perhaps in a way beyond repair, and Ichigo finds he can’t allow that. Coming to terms with a lot of things ensues. Drunk smiles between fists. Hot breaths. And, maybe, what it means to find comfort in violence.
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13 Jul 2025