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    There are many things, it seems, that Arthur never told him. About his hopes. His fears. About how heavily the weight of the gang crushed down on his shoulders. About the bright moments he found out there in the wilds, helping and befriending random strangers just because he could. The strange phenomena he saw and dutifully noted in his journal, then never spoke of again. There is so much, John realises, that he never knew about his brother, because he never asked.

    But really, out of all the mysteries in Arthur’s life, this one seems like a pretty big deal to not goddamn mention.

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    25 May 2025

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    There’s enough here to make it look like Arthur robbed an entire pharmacy.

    “Why the hell didn’t you use it, you idiot?” John whispers harshly, anger burning in his chest. There’s no cure for TB, he knows that – but the thought that Arthur had been suffering for weeks, when he had all this medicine... It could have helped him; could have eased the pain, helped him sleep better, helped him keep food down (and John had caught him, on a night that Mr. Pearson insisted he sat down and had a bowl of stew, retching miserably behind a tree not ten minutes later. That was when John had looked at Arthur good and proper, and realised just how much weight he’d lost.)

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    “I found their supply room,” he lets the comm lines know. More bullet spray forces him behind a hard brick wall.
    “You got it handled?” Icyhot says, out of breath. “It’s messy out here, we’re a little short-handed, can’t send backup.”
    “Yeah.” Another click. Another empty cartridge. “I got it.”
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    He does not have it. Or he does until the building decides to fucking collapse. While he’s inside. In a massive crash of concrete and steel and broken tile, the basement’s ceiling (and the first floor’s floor) gives and takes Katsuki with it.

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    The one where Katsuki neglects to mention just how bad he's hurt while on a mission. Set post series end and heavily inspired by "Fitting In (Tiny Spaces)" by aloneinthetrain

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    20 Jun 2025

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    “But like… safe stuck?” asks Round Face, whose voice screams two minutes away from vomiting. Damn. It must be brutal up there.

    Katsuki considers her question. Sure, he might be bleeding out and caught under a bunch of rocks, but even if someone did try to get him out, they wouldn’t be able to do much in the heat of battle without risking the gunpowder igniting, or losing heaps of time. The wound on his abdomen doesn’t feel that bad, and the air pocket he’s in is stable. Weighing the importance of himself versus the win here, he decides on the latter.

    “Yeah,” he says, the words thick and foreboding on his tongue. “Yeah. Won’t be able to contribute much anymore though.”

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    The whole Amoneki marriage thing makes me wonder why Amon wasn't pestered with "Run! It's Eyepatch's husband!" and the like from ghouls, to Amon and the CCG's disgruntlement. Or Donato teasing Haise with, "I'm sure you'll understand once you reunite with your spouse. I approved of the match, you know. It's such a shame I couldn't attend the wedding..." "WHAT." (Later: "Arima, Donato says I'm married? Is that true?" *Arima shatters the pen he was holding out in a burst of Dadrima protectiveness*)

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    20 Jun 2025

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    “Listen, Investigator,”

    The ghoul cried out, raising his hands in a gesture of peace even as he kept backing away,

    “If you guys are getting a divorce or something, I don’t want any part of it.”

    The ghoul was…wow, they were actually crying. They were that scared. Wild.

    “Eyepatch is already pretty scary when he’s happy, ok? Like, bro, please, just get back together. I’ll go to jail. I’ll go to Cochlea. I don’t wanna fight that guy over you!”

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    The man was handsome and dignified in the picture. Dark hair and eyes, complete with a perfect little smile playing on his lips. He looked exactly like he had on the cover of Ruler of my Heart.

    “Crown Prince Ivan returns victorious from battle.” Till read aloud.

     

    He’s been fucking isekai-ed.

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    20 Jun 2025

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    Till wondered if it could work. Well, he’d done it when he was sixteen and they were going faster than this carriage currently was.

    Till jumped out of the carriage.

    He didn’t even hesitate. Just slammed his body into the door, then tucked and rolled.

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    “GOT MILK? YOU WILL!”

    Testimonials that definitely weren’t written by real people, and a checkout process that required three separate disclaimers saying:

    “WE ARE NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE CONSEQUENCES OF BREASTFLUID.”

    Till bought it anyway. Desperately.

    Or: Ivan has been busy with med school and Till has been busy finding ways to put that asshole's dick back inside him.

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    20 Jun 2025

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    “No, Sua. I made up the entire humiliating scenario where I overdose on lactation vitamins out of sheer joy.”

    She blinked slowly. “Why would you think those pills would even work on you?”

    “They said anyone. Anyone, Sua. It was on the damn bottle. Real science-y font. Pastel. Pink.”

    “Did you even check if the website had an address?”

    “No, because I don’t investigate drug deals when I’m depressed and horny.”