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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

the end of the fiscal year in hades is not so different from the mortal world after all...

now if only zagreus knew what a fiscal year was

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Vanitas is not one to daydream.

He can plan and plot with the best of them, tease apart complexities like a maestro conducting a rebellious orchestra, but he does not linger on what-ifs or attractive impossibilities. He knows all too well what a letdown the real world becomes after a second too long in the clouds.

On the precipice of sleep and the waking world, though, he thinks about his hand on Noé’s throat.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Men like Sylvain are above companionship.

Of course, he says men like him, but the old families of Elendhaven are a dying breed. There are no men like him.

Regardless, he does not need the fellowship offered by the men of the Mittengelt families, the ones who claim Elendhaven heritage after only a century upon her shores. They only wish to talk about wine, women, and the expansion of their businesses, and while Sylvain indulges heartily in the first two, he hates their smoke-smeared infection of the city, and their companionship is odious at best. He can fake it with the best of them, for there is nothing else to do but succumb to the same decay that cradles Elendhaven like an ill child, but Sylvain José Gautier is richer than the Mittengelt goddess and twice as lovely. He has no need of anyone else.

He will be alone on Christmas Day, no father to scowl and yell, no vapid southern men to preach their false knowledge.

He is one of the last true sons of Elendhaven, and he will relish in the hold he maintains on the city.

He will enjoy being alone.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Garreg Mach, the pinnacle of education. Dedue stands within its illustrious halls, perhaps the first man of Duscur to do so in decades upon decades. Certainly it hadn’t happened within his lifetime, nor had it in his mother’s or his grandmother’s.

It should be impressive, really. The regent’s advisors had told him how lucky he was when they’d sent him and Dimitri off.

He finds that it is not.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

as both an outlaw and a prospective sheriff, edelgard will do what she has to in order to keep her chosen people safe—though it's a good thing they can take care of themselves.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

There is something cold in Yu Narukami's eyes. There is something cold in Yu Narukami's eyes, and Kanji Tatsumi is in love.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Though no one had said anything outright, Aurora knew what her classmates thought happened out there between her and Lux. They’d always been familiar, and, bless his heart, her best friend didn’t quite seem to grasp their implications, unintentionally furthering their gossip.

Her heart, however, belonged to Ignatius, equal parts steadfast and hot-tempered. If he felt the same way, then there were a billion firsts she wanted to have before a possible death at the hands of humans.