Reposted by Eri 🌙 [Hiatus]
A £276 increase in bills in January would be the final straw for millions across the country.
The Prime Minister must turn words into actions and stop bills going up on his watch.
Eri 🌙 [Hiatus]
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![Fic by:
Corone
Spot Art by:
Kaetor
[Leblanc's Lending Library Logo]
Wordlessly, Akira places the mug of coffee, a glass of water, and an ibuprofen tablet on the table in front of Akechi. He dry swallows the tablet, seemingly not even registering the glass of water, then picks up the coffee. Akira backs off, leaning up against the counter, giving Akechi as much space as he can without leaving his apartment, because running away is the only idea worse than every idea he had last night.
It takes several minutes before Akechi says anything. Akira tries to make himself busy, to look like he's not thinking about changing his name and leaving the country. When Akechi does speak, he jumps.
"So," Akechi says, voice a little scratchy, eyes still squinted, "are we going to talk about it?"
Akira stares at the kitchen sink rather than meet Akechi's eyes. "We don't have to."
"Yes, we do," Akechi snaps, rubbing his temples. "Everyone saw."
Akira wants to scream. Akechi's right, of course. He already knows that. So instead of letting his feelings out, he schools his face into a carefully neutral expression and turns around.
How much do you remember?" Akechi also isn't looking at Akira. "Clearly you remember some it, but…"
Akira sighs. "Well..."
[Kaetor’s art shows a very disgruntled Goro, complete with messy hair and rumpled clothes.]](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:ojrpnyf372obt5wv2tkdfnyg/bafkreidtkb5e2zyme73fudo22o24vg5usp32byo3b5c3o444iboggllkre)
![Fic by:
Ace Swervey
Spot Art by:
Sniper
[Leblanc's Lending Library Logo]
Kicking his legs grew impossible. Even digging his heels into the dirt-pounded ground and driving his hips up to jostle the fighter wasn't working.
YOU BETTER NOT, Loki warned.
NO CHOICE, an animal part of his mind growled. DYING.
An erratic buzzing filled Goro's head. Fangs pricked his gums. Loki's Blessing—a screeching death knell to any victim—consumed him.
DAMN YOU, CROW.
Goro howled as he became chaos incarnate. The fists around his throat faltered. Rage and insanity coiled in rueful tendrils, and its new found desperation aided Goro in dislodging the fighter's grip.
The fighter went sprawling, clutching his gut, and Goro coughed and retched. With a bone-deep inhale, Goro dragged his long-sword's tip along the ground, drawing grooves that inevitably connected the fresh drops of blood preceding it. He knew he was a hellish sight when he invoked Loki's Blessing on himself; hunched like a feral animal, snapping his bloodied jaw. Warmth rolled down his neck, his eyes stung, and thick blood bubbled down his chin.
"Fucking hells," the fighter whimpered.
Goro's voice came out in a monstrous, blood-wet growl.
"Huge mistake."
[Sniper’s art shows Goro in his champion attire stalking menacingly forward with his posture tilted, wrapped in shadows. He’s wearing a wicked grin behind his mask.]](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:ojrpnyf372obt5wv2tkdfnyg/bafkreicbtrsfvzlauj4vuugrbuwedj3wmi473ktq3ziukjbdsgylw4cnxi)
