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WUFFGURU MY BELOVED okay so wuffguru is actually fanfiction of a fanfic, the delightful Pet Therapy Werewolf (Detective Conan/Magic Kaito fanfic), which hasn't updated since 2020. I just loved the concept so much, I kept thinking about it until I couldn't help but start writing. Saguru as a werewolf!!!!

Hattori would return eventually, likely with help.  As much as he disliked Saguru, Hattori would never leave someone to die.  He would find Ace—Saguru—trapped in the exact same chains that should have held a human safely for however long it took him to get back.  Barring starvation, of course, or rather dehydration, which would begin its effects in a few hours, really, and cause death within three days unless it rained.  A pointless thought; someone would find him before then. Saguru was finding it hard to look for a way out of here, staring at the picks and stones they’d already tried that had failed, thoughts cataloging all the things that would kill him if he were human.  Somehow that was a little easier than thinking about what would actually kill him in 14 minutes and 4.48 seconds.

MEMORY LOSS is a Gentle Noble fic and pretty much just what it says. Lizel loses his memory (labyrinth shenanigans). tbh I didn't get very far with this one.

When Lizel gasps, just a small intake of breath, Gil stops and looks at him.  “Hey,” he calls out when he sees that Lizel has stopped, staring ahead without seeing anything.  When Lizel’s eyes shift to him they are full of tears that quickly spill over his cheeks. Quickly, Gil pulls Lizel off the road into an alleyway.  “What happened?” “I’m sorry.  I remembered.  I suddenly knew all that I had forgotten.” That sounded like a good thing to Gil.  He didn’t know all of Lizel’s history, but he didn’t think it had been overall sad enough to make him burst into tears.  He waited, not letting go of Lizel’s arm. Lizel wiped at his eyes, but fresh tears fell.  He looked at his hand, at the wet spots coloring his glove.  “I’m sorry,” he said.  “Just a little...”

Gil's memories--okay, I messed up here 'cause I have actually posted this one. It's chapter 4 in my little gentle noble fic collection. But you can have the snippet that didn't make it into the published fic.

“I thought that was you I saw through the window.” Lizel approached the bar counter, smiling.  That perfume wafted ahead of him. “Ah.” “Hm?” Gil didn’t respond to Lizel’s questioning look.  He had remembered.  The smell wasn’t unpleasant after all, it was just that it reminded him of... Dark hair.  A broad smile.  A hand lifted as if to hide her wide-open laugh, though it never actually got that far.  A thin hand pressed firmly to cover up bone-rattling coughing.  A little candle.  Because it smells nice.  Because it covered up the smell of sickness. A soft, but masculine voice— “Gil?  What’s wrong?”

And finally, Vicious Suburbia AU. You've already seen it, but yeah, Vicious by V. E. Schwab. Suburbia AU. Victor and Mitch adopt Sydney and become the terrors of the local HOA.

Had Sydney mentioned anything about studying poetry? She probably would have gone to Mitch for that kind of homework. Victor checked his watch—Mitch wouldn’t be long—and was about to volunteer him for this parent-teacher meeting, when Mrs. Gardner went on. “You’re not related, are you?” “What?” Between the two of them, most people assumed Victor was Sydney’s biological father for some reason, but the story was (not untruthfully) that she was adopted. But that wasn’t what Sydney’s English teacher was asking about. “To the Vales, the psychology gurus. I recognized this page Sydney used for her blackout poetry.” Victor froze.