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    “Hey sexy,” Enjin greets.

    Gris pulls a shirt from the dryer, shakes it once and lays it in the basket tucked under his arm.

    “No.”

    Enjin pouts as he leans against the doorway, his shoulders spanning most of the frame.

    “You don’t even know what I’m going to ask.”

    “And I don’t need to know,” Gris says patiently, smiling as Enjin further smooshes his lips in a pout. “It’s the first Friday of the month, and you want me to race Sheila. No.”

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    18 Feb 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    Gris frowns.

    What do I see in him?

    He currently sees a grown man passed out on the common room couch, drool running down the side of his mouth as he snores over the forgotten game of poker spread out in front of him. Rudo is conked out adorably on his shoulder. Enjin, the stray collector, the morally questionable yet structurally sound pillar of the Cleaners. Teaching the kids poker and sneaking them sips of beer when nobody’s looking, then busting his ass to keep them all safe.

     

    And, he’s pretty. He’s damn pretty.

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    It starts, like most international shitshows, with a world leader and live television.

    “I have an announcement,” Giovanna says, and smiles charmingly, “I’ve decided to run for President.”

    //Giorno has a goal, Fugo has a migraine, and the world collectively freaks out.

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    31 Jan 2026

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    “Venti,” Aether tries again, wetting his lips. “When Zhongli lost his Gnosis,” he says and the words are so carefully chosen that it arouses suspicion in the former Anemo Archon, “he seems to have lost something else.”

    “His dignity and self-respect?” grumbles Venti, unhelpfully.

    “Is he always like this?” asks Zhongli, plainly.

    “Oh, you trunkless legs of stone, did I strike a nerve, did I —” starts Venti but then pointedly clamps his mouth shut. A cold chill races down his spine. “What did you mean?” he asks instead. Swallowing down a lump of nerves, Venti continues, “You know I’m always like this, blockhead.”

    or, zhongli loses his memories temporarily after giving up his gnosis and the traveler brings him to mondstadt so venti can pick up the pieces. era-long misunderstandings come to the surface and venti learns the meaning of 'always'.

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    13 Jan 2026

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    “…You probably did,” Venti says, small. “You remember him, after all. We never forget about the ones we love.”

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    The difference between Kakyoin Noriaki and all of the other targets that Dio wants him to kill is that Kakyoin Noriaki survives.


    Part 3 AU where Kakyoin is a threat to Dio because of his ability to undo Dio's brainwashing, and Jotaro is the evil, brainwashed assassin sent to kill Kakyoin instead.

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    02 Jan 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    “The next time I see you,” Jotaro says, “I will kill you.”

     

    Because next time Jotaro won’t look.

  5. Rec 27

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    A biochemist on the brink of discovery meets the time traveller assigned to stop him.

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    31 Dec 2025

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    “Tell me about her,” Giorno says, and Fugo tries to tell him that she was kind, that she was wise, that she was so funny. That she could take one look at anyone and knit a sweater that fit them perfectly. That she had a beautiful voice for sixties love ballads. That when she was there Fugo believed people could love him for no reason, and that he’d buried that faith with her when she had gone.

    I'm never ever ever going to be okay again ever