Pluviomaniac
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It’s been so long, you’ve forgotten to expect it. And yet, there it is: a dusty, faded flower, sitting pretty on your doorstep. The thing’s face is withered, nearly gray instead of purple, and a simpler you could write that off as the cause of your delay in recognition if the thing wasn’t so distinctive, and that makes it denial, and isn’t that so much worse?
A little necklace adorns the thing; thin string punched through cream-colored paper, the corners folded just-so. A wax seal you might recognize, but coordinates you don’t, at least not from here, so you lean in for a closer look. You pick up the flower, and something in your mind whitens. The fuzz of the stem prickles at your thumb, just like so many kisses, and that- that is when his voice comes up, dread-warmth in your ear.
“For bonny sweet Robin is all of my joy.”
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Or, what happens when a demon of Eliot's past refuses to be outrun.
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13 Apr 2026
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Five times Parker, Hardison, and Eliot lived out romcom tropes for a con, and one time they found themselves in one for real.
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Essek goes home, and there is no one waiting at his door. This should be some manner of relief. But his towers haven't felt like a safe haven for a long time now, long before errant scourgers appeared to harass him with strange questions. He misses the immediacy of that threat, prefers it over the slow and indulgent terror of whatever punishment is coming for him, someday soon.
He tells himself that he misses only that, the simplicity of being unsafe in the company of predators, and that he does not miss the company itself.
(In which a pair of scourgers shows up at Essek’s doorstep and saves him from himself.)
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/jux·ta·po·si·tion/ n. the fact of two things being seen or placed close together with a contrasting effect.
John Watson, sixteen-year-old new boy at St. Bartholomew's School, is assigned resident genius and nuisance Sherlock Holmes to be his roommate. While contending with schoolwork, exams, sports, friends, foes and family, they are entangled in a web of mysteries that soon seem far from coincidences. Will they be able to work out who is behind them - and, scarier still, will they admit that their friendship has grown into something more before it is too late?
[TL;DR: Boarding school AU. Our protagonists wind up as roommates.]
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02 Jun 2020
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“I had,” he said, “come to an entirely erroneous conclusion, my dear Watson, how dangerous it always is to reason from insufficient data.”
-- Arthur Conan Doyle, The Adventure of the Speckled Band
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