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Hob's beloved stranger comes back to him, but he seems... changed. Damaged. Hob wants to help, but it's hard when his friend can barely even admit that he's hurting.
It's hard to come home and find home destroyed, everything you created gone, the pieces you crafted of your own soul turned against you. Dream barely wants to think about it. But if he is ever to create again, he's going to have to let that pain in.
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01 Sep 2026
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it’s a long, hot summer in los angeles. what better time to lose your mind?
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18 Aug 2026
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“…You serious?” Healy scoffed, disbelief nestled into the edges of his face. “Come on, March, that’s-“
“An in-depth investigation tactic,” March finished for him, brain too buzzed to think about any potential implications right now, “I work best when I’m in the zone.”
“And you want to get in the zone of someone I’m… Wooing?”
“You make it sound weird.”
Healy started to smile. Because of course he fucking did. “It is weird, March.”
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or: healy, supposedly, has more skill than march in the seduction department. like any seasoned p.i. worth their salt, march investigates this claim. thoroughly.
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15 Aug 2026
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“You should’ve been a nurse.” Healy smirked, a glaringly obvious joke. “Such stellar bedside manner.”
March snorted at him, sliding a finger lightly over the cuts in Healy’s hand, “don’t think I’d suit the uniform, man.”
“Well,” Healy said quietly, as if he was speaking to himself more than anything, “I don’t know if I’d say that.”
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or: healy’s mildly battered after a case. who better than march to patch him up?
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15 Aug 2026
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Blackmail. Illegal porn. Undercover at a gay bar. The Nice Guys sure are at it again.
“Porn? I can throw a rock in this neighborhood and I’m gonna break the window of a porn store.”
March gestured anxiously, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Healy paused. “Ohhhhh. The nasty stuff. Whips and handcuffs. Girls and animals.”
“Close,” March said, grimacing. He really, really didn’t want to have to explain this. “Think more like…. Disco.”
“Disco?” Healy raised an eyebrow. “What, like the queer music? You think the back room of that store is full of porn for… For disco fans.” He nodded thoughtfully a couple of times. “And you’re an expert about this?”
For a second the whole world went white around the edges and March thought he might pass out. He was too sober for this conversation. What exactly had Healy noticed that morning, how obvious exactly had his full-body reaction to Healy’s hand on his neck been? “I was a happily married man!” March said, and as soon as it came out of his mouth he knew it was wrong. Too fast, too high-pitched, too loud.
Incriminating.
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