Path of Lava Crossover Ficbit – Blood Price

“This is what happens to humans who drink Kindred blood,” Okita stated. “It’s very like morphine. The right dose can heal, but even a taste spawns… affection. Infatuation. Compulsion.”

Path of Lava Crossover Ficbit – A Matter of Trust

I am never laughing at a lady cop who wants painkillers again, Frank thought disjointedly as their ambulance careened toward Mission Hospital. Never, ever, ever.

Colors of Another Sky – Foreign Contact

A/N: So, in our timeline Japanese embassies weren’t allowed in Hanseong (Seoul) after the Imjin War. This timeline is a bit different…

I gripped my nerves, and refocused on the translator. Lee was making a statement, riding in like this. Why?

Path of Lava Chapter 5 up on AO3

Path of Lava Chapter 5, War is Deception, is now up on Archive of Our Own.

Path of Lava Crossover Ficbit – Bai Mianxi’s Humor

“That’s it?” Kaoru said in disbelief.

Kenshin nodded.

“That’s all?”

Worldbuilding: A River Runs Through It

AKA if your tracking down a monster scene has stalled, and that monster is associated with water, you might need to know where the docks are. And where the rivers run. And which direction, and how do they affect the city walls….

Path of Lava Crossover Ficbit – A Cat, Laughing

“He likes your temper, he likes your kenjutsu, and he’s always been as shy as a virgin nun dropped on her head in the middle of Tanabata in Gion. Those damn Choushuu didn’t take him to enough teahouses.”

Worldbuilding: To Pet is Human

I am bemused. Because of this vid.

Water droplet on jumping spider.

Path of Lava Crossover Ficbit – Parents Live to Embarrass Offspring….

She’d have to think about Kenshin’s offer to invite other hengeyokai here. The Kamiyas had left Japan because they wanted a different life. Bringing in people who might cling to older, more rigid ways – that would be almost as much of a disaster as letting the Garou marry into her Kinfolk.

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Path of Lava Crossover Ficbit – Educated Guess

“And you knew,” Kaoru said numbly. They used us. Used us and threw us away. If the daimyo hadn’t decided to keep our nest secret, hadn’t charged us with holding it, no matter what – kami, we might be breeding with our murderers even now. “You knew they were killing us.”

“No.”