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To stop a giant ancient yokai that emmerged from the ocean, Matoba Seiji and Natori Shuuichi are forced to use a spell that connects their minds.
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15 Jul 2026
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What Occurs Twice by SenZen_Travers for SkySpider
Fandoms: Natsume Yuujinchou | Natsume's Book of Friends
22 Oct 2022
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Natori and Matoba meet on a mission. It goes both worse and better than they'd expected.
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Seiji’s singular eye meets Shuuichi’s deftly as an arrow on its target. And if his eye seems to widen, Shuuichi can blame the distance and his glasses for warping the world. It is the tightness in his throat that has no culprit but his past, approaching him in the form of a person, black clothes and black ink and black hair grazing what would be his clavicle, if he would be careless enough to open his kimono.
How long has it been?
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The time it took for a letter to travel the distance between them caused them to spend over a full year talking about the differences between fleeting glances and purposeful stares amidst paragraphs and paragraphs of bitter politics. For some reason, Kiku felt as though he was reading it all over again as he looked at Arthur, that man who had long since become as good as a stranger to him.
Was it really with him that he had exchanged those letters?
Originally written for the zine Love Letters From 9½ Thousand Kilometres
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a shadow of us, a dream spun from gloss by erzi
Fandoms: Natsume Yuujinchou | Natsume's Book of Friends
23 Dec 2024
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He clinks the cup on its quivering tray. But he had not set the cup down so brusquely; but no earthquake claims the Matoba clan head where a youkai could not prevail. It’s his hand on the tray’s edge, struck by a tremor.
Seiji steals it away inside in his kimono. It is black. The Matoba’s color. The color of a groom. The color of a lizard skittering across a hand, up the arm, to a face that does not want to see his.
He opens his mouth. “I have to—”
Beget a worthy heir, as many tries as it takes. Teach him—it must be a him—to wield a bow and arrow, to enunciate spells so resoundingly that they reach the gods, to chop up his heart and eat it before their enemies can. Balance that with leading the clan; with having a wife, a stranger in his room bearing more than his name.
He has to let go of everything that would impede the Matoba legacy, transcending one man’s wants. He has to marry her.
More than the sake rises up Seiji’s throat.