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Multi faltered for a second, “I just— fuck, okay, I haven’t eaten in a while. I can’t exactly go out and hunt, because these fuckass alarms don’t differentiate between me and the clone, so I won’t know if it comes to the lab, and I can’t have him rummaging through my shit while I waste my time eating.”
“You know that you could’ve just asked me to bring you something, right?”
“It has to be fresh. And big enough so that I can get full, because once I start, the hunger is going to get ten times worse.”
“...am I enough?” Quackity asked without a second passing, the question pushing onto his lips before he could really think it through.
But it was, admittedly, something that he wanted.
OR: Multi looks sick, and even though he isn't, Quackity still helps.
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- Part 4 of naukosick loose au
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23 May 2026
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Quackity has always loved danger. Things that were too scary to comprehend, too dubious to accept. Even if he sometimes averted his gaze, he couldn't ignore its call.
And this time the danger seemed to love him too.
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08 May 2026
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Multi did not care about that case. If it was up to him, he would have just blown the whole building up. But he was not the judge.
Quackity was.
And because of that, he cared.
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- Part 1 of A Vial Full of You
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01 May 2026
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Except, when Dazai reaches out to check his fever, Chuuya’s clammy skin turns out to be ice cold. Stormy blue focuses on him, widening at Dazai’s shameless intrusion in his apartment, and slaps his hand away. Pointy, claw-like nails graze his skin, where small droplets of blood bloom from a single scratch. Chuuya’s pupils swallow the irises until only the barest hint of sky is visible. His nose twitches, mouth parting to reveal sharp canines.
Ah.
So he isn’t sick at all.
Or; Dazai finds his inner good samaritan to help his vampire partner on... a variety of levels.
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08 Mar 2026
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The shaking in his ash black fingertips have worsened and Dazai can’t even hold them, because Chuuya’s hands are all fragile and broken from carrying the weight of the world.
“It will heal,” Dazai promises, eyes deceptively steely even as his breath catches in a desperation of his own. “It always does. You’re going to be all better.”
And it’s true, Chuuya’s healing goes beyond that of any regular, proper human being built for softer things than himself, and he knows it, but –
“But it’s getting worse.”Or, post-corruption hurt/comfort with Port Mafia soukoku.
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12 Oct 2025