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How long did it take to get used to someone? A week? A month? A year? Marcus didn’t know. But as the days passed into March, as Vincent came over more often, progress seemed to stall. Being polite was the same juggling act it always was. If Marcus could get away with just staying by himself, with just reading a book and ignoring the world, it would be easier. But Vincent demanded attention. It was a social obligation Marcus couldn’t avoid. And it kept getting worse. The coffee maker was burb

As it turned out, people noticed when a satyr vanished. While Marcus moved through the kitchen, throwing together burgers and salad, Patrick watched him sharply. It wasn’t until the front door opened that Patrick tore his gaze away, greeting Marcus’ mother as cheerful as ever. As though the two of them hadn’t spent the morning wrapped in carnal bliss, as though Patrick hadn’t rolled away after Marcus’ third orgasm, as though Patrick hadn’t dressed in silence before fixing Marcus with a strange

Sakis had created a monster. And he couldn’t be more proud. In the depths of night, Marcus pushed. Sakis chuckled, relaxing into the bed. This was… what, the fourth time in less than two hours? Maybe three hours — Marcus had passed out a while back, only to stir and summon Sakis again. He wasn’t going for satisfaction; Marcus looked for pleasure only, filling his head with sweet dopamine as he fucked Sakis again and again. The belt was gone — they didn’t need it. Marcus never dismissed Sakis,

Sakis’ finger jabbed into Marcus’ chest. All around them, students flowed toward their second class of the day, and Marcus had paused to relieve himself of the weight of his biology book. “You listen, and you listen good,” the satyr said in Greek. “You are going to run around. You are going to sweat like crazy. And you WILL wash off after. Walk into those showers with your head held high, and make those boys realise you’re the bravest of them all. No shame. Not one care in this world except to

The first warning of peril came as a thunderous knocking at the door. In the kitchen, Marcus froze with a spoon halfway to his mouth. It was barely ten in the morning. Sure, Jessica had left for work already, but the world was supposed to be waking up right now. Not trying to break his door down. Sakis took one look at the indecisive cereal tumbling from his spoon, and sighed. The satyr pushed his bowl aside, crossing to the curtained window right beside the front door. He scoffed a moment l

Knowing Sakis? Absolutely.

Marcus’ hands fiddled around the box in his sweatshirt. He tried not to look too suspicious — a tall order given the roar of the world that made him wince with nearly every step. Beside him, Sakis clutched Marcus’ headphones around his own ears, drawing out his own ancient suffering. He hadn’t stopped since Marcus summoned him that morning. Marcus had the feeling Sakis would never stop if Marcus didn’t make him. But he had more pressing worries at the moment. Stepping into Biology, his eyes

Marcus slipped into line before the risers. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Erica cross themself, and Marcus’ heart collapsed into a dark hole. “So… that was some movie-” “I refuse to speak with you.” He bit his lip and stared straight ahead. That was uncalled for — surely if they just talked, they could sort this out like any rational people who happened to be discussing mythological beings. “Fine. Talk to Patrick, then,” he grumbled. “I’m sure he’ll validate your irrationality.”

Marcus shuffled uncertainly in line. The low hum of voices permeated his brain, cresting into a thunderous swell whenever he slipped into thinking about it. Buttery popcorn drifted on the air, and his stomach growled. His leg stimmed relentlessly, his eyes flicked every which way, he could barely pay attention to the colourful posters promoting whatever movies were playing that day. “Okay, double checking,” Brian said suddenly. “No pills of any kind today?” “Nope.” “Plenty of water?” Mar

It's basically Patrick trying to get Marcus out of his introverted shell. Patrick and Erica tutor each other during lunch, and since Marcus was there too, they dragged him into it.

“Step one.” Marcus shut his eyes. He felt his headphones slip off, and Patrick ruffled his hair, leaving it a bird’s nest with hairs sticking in every direction. “These are totally fucking you up, bro. They scream “I’M SPECIAL!” Not a good look.” “I need them,” Marcus protested, clapping the headphones back over his ears. “The world is obnoxious sometimes. People yell and scream, parents hate you, everything that can go wrong will go wrong. Roll with the punches, and have a stiff drink a

Actually, this is the full story. It's just a short fanfiction that's been floating around in my mind since I finished the Old Peace quest.

The Dark Refractory is the key to unlocking memories long repressed. For Tenno, those memories rarely end happily.

The problem with the Dark Refractory was you never knew just what nightmares awaited. Well, among other problems, but as Sage awoke to the memory of being buried in an avalanche on Perita, they cursed their ignorance of just what memory this was above all else. Breaking free was easy. A few hundred tonnes of rubble wasn't going to keep a Warframe down, and even Dante, beloved scholar of the Entratis, was more than strong enough to escape the rocky tomb. And the instant their head broke the s

Out of necessity, Marcus ditched the school bus. Patrick didn’t know where he lived anymore. Of course, where there was one problem, dozens more were bound to appear. Patrick wasn’t allowed to run off on his own. Brian, of all people, had been pressed into service as Patrick’s school chauffeur/warden. A horrible decision, really, but they took full advantage. Trapped in a noxious backseat while Brian lit yet another cigarette, Marcus fought with the ancient car’s rolling window. He was absol