Friday, February 21st, 2025 7:13 P.m.

Magic breathes against her, Arcana soothing her overwrought skin. The night is alive with Kaos’ winds howling like possessed things- like it’s time for the Oskoreia. The House trembles under her fingertips, walls bracing against a growing pressure, humming with power. Her nerves are raw, her ears too conscious of every loud rush of wind.

She moves on bare feet, silent as a shadow even in the confines of her own home. Guttering candlelight meets the shifting shadows of outside branches against the old tapestry on their walls, warping the home she’s known for so long eerily unfamiliar. Her heartbeat jumps with the first roll of thunder overhead, her hands tremble against the wall as she splays her fingers over the moving facsimiles of trees on the cold tapestry.

The House hums under her skin. Agitated. Like a current waiting to find expression. The hum of galvanization before something pops- sparks- releases.

Hitoka tastes metal.

Nothing is set in stone and all that. But he has a really good feeling about that.

Tooru groans, loud and frustrated, and dramatically throws himself over the steps at his back. Proper, respectful Consortium Wizard rolling around in the streets like a five-year old.

His tabby Princess has slipped onto the pavement between Satori’s knees. She licks her paws, smooths them over her ears and her face- left first. Entirely unbothered by the flamboyant man next to them.

A Princess that doesn’t bother with the jester.

“Alright, Princess,” he mutters, when he finally feels the first tendrils of The Hive reaching for him and his eyes alight on the red-yellow sign of one of their street-level eateries.

He shifts her so she can burrow deeper into his hold. “If you ever had any fleas, the river drowned them good and I don’t have to be disappointed that a life on the street made it hard for you to uphold your royal standards.”

A wet, cold, nose presses against his collarbone in response and Satori feels it when she tucks herself carefully into the space he gives her. A warm, gentle weight pressing right against the beat of his soft, dumb, heart- already nine-tenths in love with her.

Urgh. That moment when you think you're ready and prepared to finally publish that story you've been working on only to hit Publish and then realise that it's really nowhere near fuck'n finished and you need to delete it again so you can rewrite all of it.

*emerges from the other room covered in blood* you should see the word document

by Kaz Watanabe

116 pages of shit-all-first-draft done fuck yeah.

First EnnoTana-work inspired by Marchingduck's EnnoTana-piece Listen Between the Lines that they did for Haikyuu Rare Pair Month 2025! Check it out!

Gett'n shirty (put it back on) (1220 words) by Out_Of_Custody

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ennoshita Chikara & Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Ennoshita Chikara/Tanaka Ryuunosuke Characters: Ennoshita Chikara, Tanaka Ryuunosuke Additional Tags: Ennoshita Chikara-centric, team shenanigans, Humor, Ennoshita has a Crisis, Fanfiction of Fanfiction, Tanaka is a Menace, Menace to Ennoshita's Sanity

Summary:

Tanaka has a problem.

Well.

No.

That’s not quite right.

Ennoshita has a problem.

And that problem is Tanaka.

Sketches by A.K. MacDonald, 1932

WHO GOT CAUGHT UP IN A PROMPT AND IS NOW BATTLING A 35-PAGE DRAFT THAT STILL ISN'T FINISHED?!?!?

not me, noooo, I'd never

(it's me- it's so me)

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