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fic: sweet on you

natori shuuichi/matoba seiji; g; ~300 w.

He wants to laugh, a little fond, a little sad. It's always like this. [loquat picking: the sequel]

#natsume yuujinchou #matoba seiji #natori shuuichi #horrible exorcists #fic #felt too tiny to post separately but then i realized i've been conveniently profusely apologizing to ms. midorikawa for years. so.

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natori shuuichi/matoba seiji; g; ~600 w.

he readies his bow, aims, fires, and all you can see in the lines of his body, the path of the arrow, is everything you aren't.

(a journey through the years of sorts)

#natsume yuujinchou #natori shuuichi #matoba seiji #horrible exorcists #fic #drops this and leaves

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matoba seiji/natori shuuichi; g; ~3200 w.

yuletide treat written for @izumisays

The message had come from Natori two days ago, gave directions to this old, abandoned residence once used by his clan.

At the time, Seiji had thought it must be something dire indeed for Natori to swallow his pride and ask for his help.

(A horrible exorcists remix of "The Younger Cousin" arc)

#natsume yuujinchou #matoba seiji #natori shuuichi #horrible exorcists #fic #yuletide #happy new year may we continue yelling about all things natsume once again!!!

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matoba seiji-centric; g; ~400 w.

How far back would he need to go? The very first person to ever have carried this name? The first promise unfulfilled? That game could get dangerous if not downright exhausting fast. [meditations on estranged siblinghood]

#matoba seiji #natsume yuujinchou #drafted a version of this a while back and then...went and forgot about it till recently #hexfest2k23 #happy scorpio season to us all #fic

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matoba seiji/natori shuuichi; g; ~1200 w.

There isn't much small talk or exchange of pleasantries today. Instead, Natori starts right out of the gate with, "So, that was a reckless stunt you pulled."

"You'll have to specify," says Seiji, though he has a reasonable idea.

(A chance meeting shortly after Homura arc shenanigans.)

#natsume yuujinchou #matoba seiji #natori shuuichi #horrible exorcists #fic #shhh dont look at me

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natori shuuichi/matoba seiji; g; ~700 w.

There's something suddenly and immensely dizzying about the sight of his blood on Seiji's fingertips.

#natsume yuujinchou #natori shuuichi #matoba seiji #fic #horrible exorcists #two fics in two days...WHO IS SHE

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kusanagi izumo/suoh mikoto; g; ~600 w.

you'd never really thought yourself to be so like your mother.

or: a small moment after hours at the bar

#k project #project k #suoh mikoto #kusanagi izumo #mikoizu #back in my natural habitat or something #fic

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also on ao3

1 or 26 with sugusato for the softer world thing because i love suffering and so do you lbr (hi long time no chat)

hello hello! look at us back in our natural habitat of suffering <3 first time trying my hand at writing them so here goes! somehow this was loosely inspired by both these prompts

1. our love is a forest fire and we are the little things that live in the trees. (today is the most exciting day of our lives.)

& 26. i love you the way a knife loves a heart the way a bomb loves a crowd the way your mother warned you about, essentially. (the way a human loves another human)

x

amidst the chaos of suguru declaring war and endangering lives and all the various other harrowing details that satoru knows he should be honing in on when they're face to face for the first time in years, there exists only one realization at the forefront: he wants nothing more than to reach out and tuck that insufferable strand of hair behind suguru's ear.

suguru smiles at him and it's all wrong but all satoru can see is the summer sun behind his eyelids, reflected in the ocean, miles and years away.

suguru says his name and it makes his head spin because that's always been the effect it's had on him for one reason or another even though satoru knows full well that he can no longer afford it.

and suguru looks at him like he knows this, like it is the thing that will somehow always exist between them. they've always been celestial bodies with an inexplicable pull except now they're heading straight for collision, mutual destruction even if it takes a different toll on each of them.

geto suguru walks away from him and it's like that first time (and the infinite number of times where his mind has replayed it over and over and over again). it's there again, that bitterness of his own abject failure to keep him, to stop him, to save him, rising like bile in the back of satoru's throat.

satoru thinks again and again of how easy it would be (how impossible) -- a flick of his finger, a colossal violet void, to put an end to it.

he thinks, maybe then, all this (above all, the cursed impulse to just reach out and touch him) might finally, finally leave him.

but that in itself is a lie and satoru knows this.

they'll have to die thrice over before it will leave him.

no, he thinks. not even then.

#fic #stsg #jujutsu kaisen #the millenial divorce brainrot is real

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also on ao3

horrible exorcists askbox meme!!!for #5 and/or #9 (go with ur heart!!! hehehehe :)) (weeps about the sentimentality of the bar setting out drinks just like the old daysss)

i went with #5 largely because it's been ice-cream weather all week!

5. my five year plan is to maybe go out for ice cream this afternoon? (live every day like the ice cream store is closing.)

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He supposes he should be used to this by now, running into Matoba Seiji when he least expects it considering how often it's happened already while they're working.

It still takes a moment to recalibrate because, well, he's not working. He doesn't think Seiji is either but then again, he remembers it wasn't entirely unusual for Seiji to head out to find something sweet to celebrate a job well done when they were younger.

Those memories are--well, complicated now, but not all bad.

It happens to be a small hole-in-the-wall ice-cream shop this time around, one he had been to many years ago and meant to return to when he was in the area again.

Come to think of it--the irony of it makes him want to laugh out loud. They'd come here together the last time, of course. Somehow, he'd managed to forget or maybe block out that bit but it comes back to him now: the sweltering summer heat after a joint sealing that had left Shuuichi a bit dizzy from the sun and even left Seiji out of breath.

"Keeping busy this summer then?" Seiji says to him now by way of hello, standing in front of him in the line. "I have a few leads on jobs if you happen to be looking."

"I'm doing just fine," Shuuichi smiles his camera-ready smile, "but thank you for the consideration all the same."

"Anytime, Natori-san," Seiji says with levity. "You only have to ask."

The name still makes him bristle but he's perfected not letting it show. It's a dance. It is always, always a dance, a game, or so it will forever feel like in Shuuichi's head: who can win at the greatest amount of nonchalance. It isn't helped by the fact that Shuuichi, for his whole life, has felt like he's been losing.

It's Seiji's turn to order and he opts for a scoop of strawberry. As a seeming afterthought, he tells the salesperson, "Oh and a scoop of the hojicha for my friend here."

Shuuichi's stunned into silence, unable to manage even the slightest amount of outrage at the presumptuousness.

Seiji smirks, cashing them out, "What? I happen to have an excellent memory."

"That was unnecessary," Shuuichi frowns (losing, still losing), taking the offered cone from Seiji's hand nonetheless.

Their fingers brush and snatches of that summer day come back to him unbeckoned.

(Seiji's hair had stuck to his forehead from sweat and he'd laughed at something or other and Shuuichi's throat had gone dry at the sight.

The sticky sweet ice-cream had started melting within minutes under the sun and dripping down Shuuichi's fingers. He'd brought a knuckle to his mouth, unthinking.

When he'd looked up, Seiji's eyes were on him, something unreadable there.)

"Well," Seiji says, "I wasn't sure if your tastes had changed over the years. Feel free to dispose of it and get yourself something else if you like. I won't take it personally."

"No, it's fine," Shuuichi says, evenly. He adds, quieter, "Thanks, I suppose."

Seiji's not wrong no matter how much Shuuichi wishes for it.

His taste is still terrible through and through.

#natsume yuujinchou #horrible exorcists #fic

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(one-sided) orihara izaya/kishitani shinra; background shinra/celty; ~700 w.; rated t; canon-typical violence

Where is he, he thinks faintly, eyes scanning for a flash of white. Wherever the monster goes, he is not far behind.

#durarara!! #fic #(in 2k23....ikr...) #kishitani shinra #orihara izaya #izashin #in a manner of speaking

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fic: the light we kindle here

A series of stories about the horrible exorcists of Natsume Yuujinchou set in an established relationship AU. Coauthored with sulfatetocopper. 

(Read on AO3)

#natsume yuujinchou #horrible exorcists #fic

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kusanagi izumo/suoh mikoto; ~6200 w.; rated t; canon divergence from end of season 1 onwards; co-written with the loveliest @chiaki-c​

Suoh Mikoto survives the fight at Ashinaka. In retrospect, that might have been the easy part.

#k project #suoh mikoto #kusanagi izumo #mikoizu #fic #project k

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one-sided vadim/oleg volkov; background sergei razumovsky/oleg volkov; ~900 w.; rated m; references to torture + much obnoxious innuendo; spoilers for issue #9 of plague doctor

In a way, it's kind of comical, a great set-up for some abysmal joke: two mercenaries walk into a bar. One of them is retired and may or may not have been officially dead on paper for years, not to mention, recently kidnapped and tortured by the other.  

(set at some undefined point after pd9)

#major grom #plague doctor #fic

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sergei razumovsky/oleg volkov (ft. a very tired lera makarova); 1875 w.; pg-13 for mentions of injuries and vague references to violence/torture; spoilers for and follow-up to issue #8 of plague doctor as well as the special issue

His fingers are still covered in blood (he's not sure of whose anymore) but he runs them absently through Oleg's hair to keep himself tethered to his body, his surroundings, to Oleg, as Lera speeds through side roads.

#major grom #plague doctor #fic

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fic: in storms and at sunset

suoh mikoto/kusanagi izumo; g; ~1700 w.

Izumo takes a deep breath, settles for, "If washed out to sea: return to Suoh Mikoto. Should've gotten that tattooed on my back instead."

(alternatively: adventures in fine-tuning the red aura lead them to the shore.)

at ao3

#project k #k project #suoh mikoto #kusanagi izumo #mikoizu #impromptu beach date? impromptu beach date!

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fic: your ex-lover is (still not quite) dead (2/???)

natori shuuichi/matoba seiji; pg-13; part 2 of this nonsensical natsume/loveless au that was lovingly nicknamed heartless and eternally spurred on in large parts by @qserasera

the years spent at the academy? the years spent being seiji's other half? he learned the hard way that it wasn't something one could just blink away and wake from like a nightmare.  

at ao3

#natsume yuujinchou #natori shuuichi #matoba seiji #horrible exorcists #loveless #natomato #don't listen to every single version of gold guns girls you can dig up on endless repeat or you'll start to update fic from 2.5 years ago #and make other questionable life choices

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fic: terminal velocity

suoh mikoto/kusanagi izumo; pg; ~3400 w.

Kusanagi knows that Mikoto had found reassurance in knowing that at least it would be temporary, and now, Kusanagi has suddenly stripped that reassurance away from him. Of course, he is allowed to be angry. Kusanagi had spent years being angry too.

(In which a strain has the ability to grant wishes and, in this case, switch fates. Canon divergence from the beginning of season 1)

at ao3

#project k #k project #suoh mikoto #kusanagi izumo #mikoizu #hello darkness my oldest friend #ficblog comin outta hibernation after like a year on vday to deliver........this nonsense