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    "Flins," Varka nods in hello, and then jumps right into the problem at hand. Nobody is around to hear them except the ghosts. "Why haven't you slept with you boyfriend yet? Are you torturing him on purpose?"

    The puffins chirp like a peanut gallery and Flins sort of just stares in his unnerving way he does sometimes when he forgets to act human.

    "I adore Illuga, I would never hurt him so.'

    "Then why did he come to ME for sex tips?"

    "When?"

    "Yesterday!"

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    At his wit’s end, Illuga turns to Grand Master Varka for relationship advice. Varka ends up getting far more entangled between Flins and Illuga than he predicted. Title is from A Midsummer Night's Dream by Shakespeare.

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    Satoru hasn’t had to worry about the bounty sitting on his head for a long time. He forgets it there. It means nothing to him besides the occasional bounty hunter that attempts to fight him. Moving away from the school should have restarted that nasty anxiety that lived in him like a second skeleton for much of his younger life. But he’s the strongest sorcerer. He’s Satoru Gojo, Six Eyes. He has died and been reborn better, greater, clutching the power of existence in his palms.

    Satoru barks a hysterical sounding laugh. He rubs his hands up his face, leans back and laughs at the smoggy sky.

    “My birthday cake, that I ordered this morning at five thirty, was poisoned. My kid who hates sweets took the first bite and nearly died because of it.” Satoru wipes moisture from his eyes. Let out one last breathy laugh. “Someone is going to die.”

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    Wyatt was not, like, nosy. For sure, he was interested. He was curious. He engaged with people, obviously, because most people were interesting and engaging and had cool thoughts and said neat stuff if you asked.

    So, no. Wyatt wasn’t nosy, but he wasn’t stupid, either.

    Or: A Bromance Blooms In Ottawa
    Or: The Ballad of Wyatt and Ilya

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    The doorbell rings just as Shane is finishing brushing his teeth – the first thing they rose to do, because he wants to kiss Ilya good morning – and he and Ilya exchange a confused look in the bathroom mirror. It's barely dawn, and Ilya's curls are adorably tousled from sleep as he scratches his ribs lazily, toothbrush dangling from the corner of his mouth. 

    Shane hesitates, then rinses his toothpaste out and runs a hand through his hair. "Fuck, it's probably anti-doping."

    No one else would be here at this hour – unless it's an emergency.

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    This is a "friends with benefits" story that is actually about the friendship, which will not and does not need to become "more." Mostly takes place in between the events of S01E04 "Rose."

    Ilya flexed his muscles cartoonishly at her until Svetlana begged him to quit making her laugh. He collapsed on the couch beside her and slung an arm around her shoulders. Kissing the top of her head, he said, “You’re always talking about how boring men are. Maybe you should try fucking a girl some time.”

    Svetlana opened and closed her mouth a few times, having an uncharacteristically difficult time getting words to come out of her mouth. Enough time passed that Ilya had given up on the topic when she quietly said, “I might not be good at it. I like to be good at things.”

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    20 Dec 2025