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tbgkaru-woh · 1 year
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Arranged marriage, the gay version
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jeanbie · 11 months
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WAYS TO SAY I LOVE YOU #4 ★ masterlist.
pairing: jean x reader
genre: major canon divergence fic | warnings: scouting mission events, blood, gore, violence, character death, lance is fictional, decapitations | wc: 3.1k
note: emphasis on canon divergence! you've been warned :P
⏤ Imagine the way they say I love you. Imagine the words choked out as hands race over skin, checking for injuries and begging for reassurance.
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Captain Levi told every recruit when they first joined the Survey Corps that one of the most important things to remember whilst being a cadet was not to pay attention, or remember to tighten your harnesses before leaving for breakfast, but instead, he preached that under absolutely zero circumstances should you ever, if you can try, ever fall in love within the ranks.
It hadn’t seemed obvious to the cadets at the time, because wasn’t love good? Wasn’t love what fuelled the motivation to return? Surely, Captain Levi, this was good. But, the Captain stared back at the crowd of novice cadets and frowned, a pinched irritation between his eyebrows. 
“Imagine going into battle and becoming distracted because all you can care about is the safety of that person,” Captain Levi had said, gently resting his hands on his knees, speaking as though telling from experience. Perhaps he was. “Imagine putting all your love and time into this one person, and then having that person ripped from your hands.” 
Nobody had said anything, and only sat there with dawning realisation as Captain Levi stood from his chair and tucked it under the table quietly. “None of you deserve that pain. Do as I say, and you’ll thank me when it’s all over.”
Jean had been there listening that day, sitting on a chair next to Lance, who had found himself a favourite of Squad Leader Hange. He had shifted uncomfortably under the judgemental gaze of the shorter captain, but as he walked away with his head tucked down and his chin on his torso, Jean suddenly felt a new wave of respect for his Captain. Watching as Captain Levi retreated out of the hall without another word, silently dismissing everybody present, Jean sucked in a breath when beside him, you nudged his elbow with a small smile.
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Jean was not on your squad; despite joining the scouts together, Captain Levi had made the decision to split you, with Jean joining Captain Hange's squad and Squad Leader Mike taking yourself. As the gates lifted at a chillingly slow speed, Jean chanced a glance in your direction, and his heart paused when you looked right back at him. 
Quietly he chuckled, the sight of a toothy smile hitting him in the face and then shyly retreating to look back towards the back of Mike’s head. Jean watched for a moment longer and then suddenly looked away, meeting the quick glance from Captain Levi. The Captain said nothing, because he didn’t need to say anything. Jean looked down quickly with a spreading feeling of shame at being caught, and frustration at being the first known cadet to break Captain Levi’s golden rule.
The city stood in spires of thick smoke, the distant growls of hungry and wandering titans filling the city as the squad rolled in, immediately falling into their formations. Nobody had ventured into this area since it had fallen, evident by the piles of chalky rubble and bodies and limbs littered like petals from a wedding, stained blood pools and flattened bodies underneath fallen boulders the size of small houses. Jean clenched the reigns of his horse tighter, the skin of his hands turning bone white- the city felt eerily silent towards the west side that Jean and the rest of his squad had moved towards. This time, and uncharacteristic of his Captain, Hange was wordless, looking at the damage quickly, missing nothing. Jean did the same, cowering as they passed the shadows cast by the passing buildings, jagged and reflecting like monsters teeth before the sun. 
“Grumbling, east, Captain,” Monicka said, her hair framing her collarbones as she looked in that direction and then back at Hange, who nodded with a grunt and continued forward. “We should investigate that. It’s getting closer, Captain.”
“The surrounding squads will do their jobs,” Felix replied with a frown. “You should lower your voice.”
Monicka’s eyebrows furrowed. “But-”
Her words were cut short, following the thunderous stuttering of heavy footsteps both beyond and behind the small formation of horses. Jean’s stallion whinnied, standing up on two legs in protest and he quickly calmed him down, whispering hushed assurances as Hange looked behind them and towards two titans bounding towards them. 
“Take those,” they said, already tightening their harness and adjusting their belt. Monicka clung onto the reigns of her horse and called out their name with horror as they stood up off their horse and projected towards the group of titans beyond the formation. A passing glance spread through the group as two other members followed their Captain, leaving Monicka, Jean and Franz to steer backwards, heading on horseback towards the two scurrying towards them, in an attempt to create a diversion.
“Left, Jean!” Monicka screamed over the noise of the wind and the hooves of the horses, pointing out as if it weren’t already obvious by her command. Jean paused and did as she said, making a movement left which alerted his horse to move in that direction, catching the attention of one of the titans. If he could just make it towards the end of this street, he’d be able to launch off and swing back around and-
As he planned his escape in his head, Jean had no time to retaliate at the sight of another titan jumping in front of his horse, startling them both. He attempted to grip for dear life on the reigns but when his horse again rose, he flung Jean up off his back and scampered between the legs of the titan, who crouched and ignored the mare to move towards Jean. He hissed out a string of curses and launched between the space of his legs, following his horse down the end of the street and turning up and out, landing on one of the sloped roofs of a nearby house, out of the titans scrawny reach.
From his stance on the roof, Jean could get a scope for the district; he paused to take it all in, the chaotic and destructive beauty of the fallen architecture and contrasting greens of nearby fields, spreading with dull flames and dry yellow grass dusted with brown and black. Jean rubbed at his thighs, feeling an ache and when he happened to look over in the direction of the nearby fields, he froze. 
The characteristic sight of Commander Erwin’s blonde hair screamed out amongst the burnt landscape and immediately Jean’s body went cold, his eyes instinctively scanning the environment to look for you- for your hair, and your small frame, and the way your cape was too big due to sizes and stock being scarce. Your enrolment group had been larger than usual. He searched frantically, not even noticing his heartbeat increasing. Almost comically so, a large sigh escaped his lips when he spotted a retreating figure on foot, hair cut bluntly to their chin, the cape that had been pulled apart. Wait, on foot?
Jean launched himself down from the roof and towards the scene, passing the rest of his squad who had joined further down the street. He prayed that Captain Levi hadn’t noticed him whiz past from somewhere, but knowing Levi, he knew. In-fact, he watched with an almost pitiful look after having crossed paths with Hange's squad as Jean soared past, failing to mention it to the rest of Hange's squad who worried about Jean’s safety. Because Jean’s smart, Franz had said with a disbelieving smile, he knows how to get around, he’s fine. He could be punished later.
Down on the ground, Jean rushed past a pile of abandoned rubble and towards the meadow, however, he stopped dead in his tracks when the figure he had spotted rushed past him wearing a face entirely different to your own. His heart plummeted to the pit of his stomach, a sour taste in his mouth.
“Kirstein?!”
Jean turned suddenly, flinching when a senior cadet took down a titan near the river. Lance ran towards him with a worried expression. “Where the hell’s the rest of your squad? Is your captain okay?”
“I-I don’t know, a titan came and fuckin- look, have you seen Y/N?” Jean replied, straining his voice over the volume of the chaos. “Is she okay?”
“How the fuck am I supposed to know? I’m not on her squad!” Lance yelled, and before he left, he smacked Jean on his shoulder and pointed in a vague direction: “Saw Erwin’s head of fucking precious yellow hair go that way. Dunno about Mike. She could be down there? I don’t know, look, I ain’t got time for this, sorry!”
So suddenly, Jean didn’t even care, or care to bid Lance a mutual farewell. Instead, he hurried across the dried and barren grass in the direction Lance had gestured to, parting the smoke with his bare hands like curtains as he ran. As he ran, and occasionally joined other cadets and soldiers take down loitering titans, Jean couldn’t rid of Levi’s voice, taunting and judging and hissing and yelling, Jean Kirstein you’re a fucking failure, you couldn’t even follow the easiest instruction, and now look at you!
But he didn’t care. He couldn’t find it in him to care, as he ran towards where he noticed the body of Hans, another member of Mike’s squad. Jean’s pace quickened, bounding towards him, and as his mouth opened to call out his name, Jean stumbled back with a strangled cry when nearby rubble from a building came crashing down with the impact of an abnormal lunging at its structure, chunks of huge concrete and brick running down like a waterfall and suffocating Hans instantly, a halo of crimson running out from the underside of giant chunks of the nearby chapel. 
All at once, Jean felt like he couldn’t breathe, like his lungs had taken in too much smoke for them to continue keeping him alive. As he began to fall back to the man made jungle of the district, to collect a horse who stood tied to a post, raging to leave in panic, Jean looked across the landscape one last time, about to give up. It was then when he noticed you- and it was you, there was no denying; you dragged a body from underneath a layer of stone towards a little shelter made behind a wagon, with two injured cowered underneath. Jean’s heart wanted to jump out of his chest and he set off on a run, although lengths away. He tried calling out, Y/N! My Y/N!, but his voice carried with the wind, lost in whispers. You couldn’t hear him. You couldn’t see him. Actually, you couldn’t hear or see anything. 
Jean had never run so fast in his entire life. Still too far away, Jean couldn’t avoid looking at the landscape, observing collapses and wincing at roars of pain and victory, and exasperated deaths around him. When his bloodshot gaze fell back onto you, Jean’s eyebrows rose with horror when he noticed a titan creeping up behind you, an arm extending outwards with arthritic fingers curling near your cape. His voice rose in octaves in panic, and he was so close- so, so close-
Jean nearly fell over his own feet with devastation when the titan’s fingers curled around you, yanking you back like a ragdoll. He didn’t stop to marvel at the scene- he ran faster, launching a grappler into the shoulder of the titan and swinging up, choking in the wind and the smoke and the stale smell of blood and sweat and tears, and as he curved and dug his blade unapologetically into the nape of the titan, his face wrangled up in pain at the sound of your screams filling the air. For a moment he caught his balance on the shoulder, doing nothing but watching with horror at the way you fell to the floor in what looked like slow-motion, a chunk of your body missing.
“Y/N! Oh my God, oh my fucking God, Y/N-” Jean instantly moved to the ground next to you, his hands desperately scrambling at nothing- your left-side missing, blood pouring out like water between fingers. In haste, Jean flung off his cloak and wrapped it around you, choking back on his tears. “Oh my God, oh my fucking God, Y/N, I’m so sorry-”
“No-” Your voice broke off with a wince of pain, and you clung onto his hand tightly. “Jean-”
“Oh my God, no, please, come on, baby, you can do it, come on, let me help, come-” His voice trailed off as he hoisted you up by your armpits, dragging you with laboured breaths towards the wagon that had been splintered by the titan’s fall. Jean carefully laid you down, his eyes wide with panic. God knows how long you had left, your last few seconds hanging on by a breaking thread. He watched as your face paled and your soul struggling behind lips, fighting to be free. Jean let out a whine, his head falling to your intertwined hands: “Fuck, this is so fucking unfair. Why did it have to be you-?”
“Jean, please,” you forced your voice to speak. Perhaps he was imagining you tugging on his hands bringing him down, but he did so anyway, his forehead rested just above your breasts. “Jean. It’s okay. It’s okay.”
He shook his head. “No. No, come on, Levi can help you- he knows what to do, he always knows what to do, we can save you, you’re not dying today-”
“I am. I am.”
“No.”
“Please, Jean,” you wept. Was the sky getting lighter or was that your vision. “Jean.”
“No!” He exclaimed with fury. “You can’t leave me- you’re the only thing I have left!” After a loud and particularly painful sob left his mouth, Jean moved with his thighs and picked up your head, resting it in his lap with his hands threaded in your hair. “You’re all I have left,” he whispered. “Please. You’re okay, you’re okay. It’s okay, yeah? It’s okay. It’s gonna be over soon, we’ll get you fixed up.”
He had no idea what he was saying. Nothing was okay. Nothing was ever going to be okay.
“I love you,” you croaked, bringing one bloody hand to his cheek and letting it fall back down, leaving a mark of agony across his face, “More than anything in the world.”
Jean could feel the tears spilling down his face, his breaths becoming more uncontrollable as reality came down from the sky and sat on his shoulders, petting his hair. He cursed with his eyes closed and looked down at your missing left side, the blood that had soaked almost black with intensity, the grass painted with ruby. In his head, he dreamt ten thousand dreams; ones that included a recovery, one with a sunny future and front porch and cornfields and a baby, a little baby screaming Mommy and Daddy and a picture frame with the three of you, a snapshot from a wedding, oh a beautiful future he had with you- 
When Jean opened his eyes to look back down at you, the three words on his lips, his lips trembled with denial. Your face had paused, your eyes half-lidded and staring up at the sky with a vacant and ghostly expression, and then, Jean’s heart sank, falling with a crash that shattered it into thousands of pieces. 
With hands in your hair, on your face, running your body, begging for reassurance and screaming for a sign, Jean cradled your limp frame in his arms, his sobbing face buried into the crook of your neck. Your body pressed against his rumbling crying, silenced by the city and the ghosts surrounding him, crouching to your body to pull at your hair and bring you up from the floor to a hug, walking you away across the barrens towards a golden light. Jean watched nothing happen, cursing out the sky. 
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“Did you say everything you wanted to?”
Jean sat with his legs swung over the side of the roof, not bothering to move when he heard Captain Levi’s voice call out from behind him, followed by the window being propped open and his smaller body moving to join him on the ledge. 
“How’d you find up here? I thought we closed off that corridor,” Levi said quietly, looking at Jean who stared ahead, wordless. Levi sighed. “Did you?”
Jean finally blinked back a tear. “No.”
A beat of silence passed.
“What would you have said?” Levi asked, not pushing but inquisitive. If there was anybody in the castle who could keep a secret, it would be him, and Jean knew that, carefully picking up his chin to look at the sinking pink sun. 
“I-I would have told her what I wanted to,” Jean started. “I would have told her that I loved her. That I wanted it to be me and not her. I wanted to tell her that she was the best thing in my life. That she was my best friend. That it really was me who ate the last of the cake at dinner last weekend and I lied and blamed Connie instead. I just- I would have let her know that I cared. That I’d miss her.”
Levi averted his gaze, looking down at the forests surrounding the castle. Such a lovely venue for such a dull affair, he thought, and in his head, he thought of that day, filled with rain and blood and complete and utter agony.
Levi licked his lips, swallowing his own lump. “They’re never really gone,” he said finally. “Not really. They’re still with you, one way or another.” He hesitated before pressing a palm into Jean’s shoulder with a tucked in frown. “I think she heard you. I think she knows all of that.”
Jean hoped so. He hoped that Levi’s words- words that could have been scolding I told you so’s and judgemental comments about how Love Finds A Way To Break Your Heart- were true, and he hoped that somewhere, somehow, you knew what your loss meant to him. 
Jean hoped under the sun, the palm on his shoulder, the pinks on his skin, and the bloody handprint on his cheek like a badge of disgraced honour.
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this-is-my-canon · 8 months
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For @kakasaku-week-2023, Canon Divergence
In which Kakashi and Sakura are married 💍
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stainedglassthreads · 5 months
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AU in which everything is the same except Melus and Silver decide to just keep acting as Navia's bodyguards, since they technically haven't actually died or retired, just undergone an abrupt change in species. So now Navia just has two Oceanid bodyguards following her everywhere.
Things are certainly different, but Navia has to admit that even having them like this makes things much easier for her.
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Love can see beyond
Frozen canon-divergence post F2 fanfiction Pairing: Kristanna Rated M for angst/hurt/comfort (see tags on AO3)
The fanfic-novel continues… Kristoff and Anna are bound to set for new adventures, one of them taking them to the Southern Isles. Together they can face the uncertainty of the invitation they have agreed to accept…
Chapter 5/42
They had been asked to bring riding animals for a parade, and as Kristoff wasn´t ready to get on a horse yet, Anna had simply suggested that they take the royal reindeers with them. Kristoff had thanked her profusely.
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atopvisenyashill · 22 days
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What if Laena Velaryon survived?
I'm addicted to bullet pointing my answers so let's goooo-
There's a few spots that Laena living really impacts the plot and the Dance overall:
Laenor potentially lives - if Qarl was in fact paid to kill Laenor by one of the blacks, the reasoning for this no longer makes sense because daemon and rhaenyra can't marry if laena is still alive. if qarl was genuinely just pissed laenor may have been cheating on him, or it was someone else that paid qarl, well, he's fucked i guess. but odds seem better!
Vhagar is still on tb's side - not only does she have the biggest and oldest dragon not chomping on her kids, but by the time Viserys dies, Rhaenyra has all but one (1) of the mature dragons on her side. that's HUGE. even otto, imo, is not stupid enough to decide to up against caraxes, meleys, syrax, vhagar, AND potentially even seasmoke, not to mention arrax and vermax. against what? ONLY sunfyre and dreamfyre? are they sending helaena out into the riverlands??
Aemond is defanged - outside of otto himself, aemond is the most war mongering, bloodthirsty on that side. it's not just killing luke, it's the mini genocide in the riverlands, it's taking out caraxes & meleys, it's his fascination with some superman v batman bullshit he wants to have with daemon, on and on. If Vhagar can't be claimed by him, he is only as capable as the army he is leading, and there's no dragons to worry about roaming Westeros except Tessarion, and Daeron can't really cover the Riverlands when he's so occupied in the Reach. Even if the war gets set off at the exact same time, getting rid of Vhagar/Aemond eliminates an entire front of the war.
Butterfly Effecting Away Aegon and Vis the Youngers - Daemon can't set Laena aside (they have clearly consummated), and they risk a complete rebellion by the faith if they do some bigamy stuff, and even if Daemon is stupid enough to pull that, Corlys and Rhaenys will kick his fucking ASS if he is married to Rhaenyra and Laena at the same time. Never mind someone paying Qarl to kill Laenor, Rhaenys won't even bother lighting Daemon on fire, she's just going to throttle him with her bare hands. This means that either Rhaenyra remarries who she wants as a political match (not a bad decision to make) or she simply remains unmarried (also, imo, not a bad decision to make since she's doubling down on the Velaryon boys being legitimate). In which case - if she has Daemon's kids, they will be publicly acclaimed as bastards OR they will be Laenor's legally, the same as Jace, Luke, and Joff.
There are some things I think might still happen - I think there's a chance Aemond makes a play for Vermithor if he can't have Vhagar, maybe Silverwing, but that's so much riskier because he'd have to travel alone as a child/teenager to Dragonstone, which is the seat of a political enemy, find where Vermithor has made his nest, get there safely, and then claim him without losing a limb. There's a lot of ifs there, vs Vhagar who was already hanging out nearby because of the funeral and very recently losing Laena. Laenor living is best case scenario for Rhaenyra because she keeps that cover for her sons - it's really hard to Vaemond, Alicent, or Otto to press on the Velaryon boys being illegitimate if Laenor is standing right there swearing they are his and fighting for their rights! But even if Laenor dies, Laena is not just going away - she's Rhaenys' last living child, she's Rhaenyra's girlfriend dear friend, she's the rider of Vhagar. Daemon cannot - and would not, in my opinion - just cast her aside the way he tries with Rhea Royce (and notable that his attempt to cast Rhea aside failed). Rhaenyra being single or politically married off would help her a lot just from a propaganda standpoint but she likely has more allies/has alienated less allies by the time Viserys dies.
Now, I think it's likely there's still a small war - Otto is in the capital and Rhaenyra is on dragonstone, so Otto will still attempt to take the capital but once she retakes it? With a war that is much less bloody, with her oldest sons likely still alive, without the loss of baby Visenya, she's not only mentally in a much better place, but politically as well. Hell, if she stays unmarried until she takes the throne, then dangles being Prince Consort in front of some lord's face, promising him that their children will marry Jace and Baela's child to sit the Iron Throne? Does Rhaenys even lose at Rook's Rest if she's only going up against Sunfyre, or going up against Sunfyre and Vermithor? I think in that case, Rhaenys & Meleys' experience and maturity trumps Aegon and Aemond's anger.
Anyways, I think Rhaenyra is just objectively better off with Laena around. Laena has a bit of reputation in fandom of being kind of useless narratively but the truth is, she has to die in order for Rhaenyra to lose so soundly. Laena is integral to Rhaenyra keeping her shit together because they are so close and because of Vhagar. If Rhaenyra keeps Laena as an ally, the war looks much different. Probably there's still a war, but I think it stays "a war of words and wings" for longer, and remains more or less bloodless. More similar to the third blackfyre rebellion, where the fighting isn't particularly bad and mostly localized, than the mess it winds up being.
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stetervault · 11 months
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Summary: Gerard Argent escapes. Scott McCall lets him go. Chris Argent catches up to him but only to stick him in a nursing home.
Twenty-four hours after that, a mysterious localized disease has infected everyone in the building. Around the same time, Stiles arrives in Beacon Hills.
Tags: The Four Horsemen, Pre-Apocalypse, War Stiles, Pestilence Gerard, Post-Season 2, Canon Divergence AU, Ambiguous/Open Ending
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aristocratic-otter · 1 month
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A new chapter finally dropped!
Chapter 3: The Wood In The Heart
Summary:
Baz is getting more and more thirsty. And more and more desperate for some way to not kill and drain Simon Snow.
Baz
I’m woken by water drops landing on my face. I make the mistake of looking up and get water in my eyes for my trouble.
“Fuck,” I mumble, though the rainfall does answer one question for me. I now know how Simon is going to die. Simon is going to die when I lose control of myself, because normal thirst is no longer a factor.
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sideralwriting · 3 months
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ACOTAR SECRET SANTA 2023
Happy holidays @rosanna-writer !!! I had the pleasure to be your Secret Santa this year, surprise! This fic had been through a lot of changes and ideas, so many that it has become a multi chapter one, can you believe it?? I think it will have only one chapter more (I have plans for it), so I hope you will accept and enjoy this humble gift 🎅
Ps: Thanks a lot to @acotargiftexchange for taking care of all the organisation behind this AWESOME event, you all are amazing!
Words: 1065; Warnings: a lil angst; Canon divergence
Snowy Mountains
A Feysand winter story
Chapter One: the Suriel's profecy
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Rhysand called the meeting after a month of research that brought to no conclusions. “Did you find anything on the Ghost?” he asked warily.
“My spies found nothing in Dawn,” Azriel informed them briefly. For the spies to not return with answers after a mission, it was peculiar indeed. After all, this was a peculiar situation. Dawn had one of the very few High Lords who tolerated Rhysand, but he wouldn’t put past them hiding information.
“Nor did the Illyrians patrolling our mountains,” Cassian added crossing his arms, lost in his thoughts.
It had been a while since none of them could bring him answers and the situation weighted more on his brothers than on Rhys. He sighed. Even Amren had almost no idea about who that Ghost was. She merely knew that it was a legendary creature that showed up on icy nights in snowy mountains. No one showed up again after starting to look for it. Morrigan was yet to return from visiting Vivienne, but until then...
“Let’s talk this over dinner. Morrigan sent word that she would arrive later today.”
His brothers nodded and left the war room of the House of Wind. Looking at the grey sky after them, Rhys inhaled deeply the fresh winter air that called for him, challenging him to fly fast, hard, for as long as his body could support, but he wouldn't. After Amarantha, his family would chain him to the ground for giving an enemy the opportunity to find him alone. So, he turned back towards the paperwork waiting on the desk. They had lots of research to do.
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Morrigan was still dressed in full Winter Court attire when she reached the House of Wind right on time to have dinner. Her wavy, light grey hair that almost looked white, flowed down her shoulders from a dark crown on her brow. A queen, if the humans had to give her a title. A High Lady, if he would give her a title. Not that she would ever try to get the title, nor she had any interest in ruling over some of their people. Her eyes sparked as she reached them, walking around the table to lean down and kiss his cheek.
“Hey everyone! Did you find any ghosts, lately?” she joked pouring herself a glass of onyx wine.
They all tensed as Amren slowly looked towards her and whispered “Watch your tone, Morrigan. Your cousin’s life is on the line, here. Again.”
Silence. He felt his smile fall for a moment, the panic rising as high as a wave in a storm. He wasn’t down there anymore. He was with his family. They were safe. He kept eating, just to focus on something and stop thinking about those years. About... her. Morrigan simply sipped her wine.
“How was the trip?” Azriel asked, and Mor throw herself in a long description of her arrival, how Vivienne and Kallias were and what they were doing in their court. About food and fashion and traditions.
It looked to Rhys that, after Amarantha, every threat to his life brought his family on the verge of collapse. It took a mere month to bring them to these terms. Mother above, it had been a month already. A month since the High Lord of Day, Helion, showed up at their borders in the middle of the night.
Apparently, he caught a Suriel. Apparently, while talking with it, the Suriel let slip that there was a ghost: the Ghost will change the High Lord of Night’s destiny after a fierce battle.
Rhysand turned his eyes from the half-forgotten dish in front of him. “What?”
Cassian cleared his throat “Mor was saying that she has found some clues on the Ghost in Winter”.
Rhys’s eyebrows shot up.
“Yes, well, Vivi did” she confessed, her gaze locked in his. “She told me that the Ghost is a story told among the soldiers in their army. They tell about a young lady of fair hair that appear during the harshest winter nights and lure you away. Many soldiers fell for her calling, never to be found again in their tents”. Mor emptied her glass and stood up. Azriel and Cassian stood up at the same time. “Thanks for the reminder, Amren,” she flatly said winnowing away.
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Hours later, Mor was dancing with two faeries at Rita’s, when Rhys reached for her. “Care for some chocolate?” was all he said to Mor mind-to-mind. So, she winnowed away from the light-and-dark light games of the bar, right to the city house.
Even without his daemati abilities, his cousin’s thoughts weren’t such a mystery to him. He knew what that look meant. She pitied him. But it didn’t last long.
“Didn’t know that I would find you like this, dear cousin” she laughed.
Indeed, he wore just the bottom of a winter-themed pajama lounging on a couch near a roaring fire. A couple of hot chocolates lying on the coffee table across the couch. Rhysand laughed.
“Believe me, you should try dressing like this too. Everyone would love it at Rita’s.”
“I think I’ll leave you the opportunity to start a new trend.”
She sat with him pulling her legs under her and resting her head on his shoulder. His head leaned against hers a heartbeat later. “What are you thinking about, Rhys?” she asked lowering her voice.
He didn’t know. He was thinking about the threat, yes. But even more about how all of them almost killed that bitch that Amarantha was. Almost, because her cronies flew her all the way to Hybern while she screamed for revenge.
“I’m thinking about how we see the same colors all the time.” He started following the wavy length of his cousin’s hair with a finger, only to stop under her chin. A sigh.
“Ohh, so you feel lonely? Maybe Cass and Az could help you!”
A low laugh.
“I don’t know. It’s just that… I feel so tired, Mor. Tired of war, of threats, of death. And yes, I’m tired of loneliness too.”
“Your soulmate will show up, Rhys. And you will know once again that the world is full of laughs, happiness, life. Of colors, other that black, white and grey.” She clinked her almost empty hot chocolate mug against his. “Our dreams will come true.”
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lambtotheslaughterr · 2 years
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Always You
A Rafe Cameron Mini Series
PART TWO
[THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THEMES OF NON-CON/DUB-CON, MENTAL-EMOTIONAL-PHYSICAL ABUSE, ETC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]
WC: 3.7K
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PART ONE
SERIES MASTERLIST
[PART TWO CONTAINS MATURE THEMES INVOLVING MINORS. NO SEX, NOTHING EXPLICIT. BUT MATURE THEMES. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]
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            You were still shaking as you lied in bed next to Tyson. He was shaken up from his own encounter with the ex that he was completely oblivious to your red eyes & lack of interest in his conversation with Bridgette. It was you who had driven the two of you back to his apartment & by the time the two of you undressed & got into bed, he still hadn’t said much. You didn’t know what to say either. It drove you mad. Why weren’t you telling him what happened? That Rafe Cameron accosted you & made threats to you that made your knees weak, & not in the heart-warming way.
            Tyson fell asleep relatively quickly, leaving you to lie awake, staring up at the ceiling. You brushed at your arms, trying to shake off the feeling of Rafe. It’s like he was still pressed against you. You could still feel his mouth as his lips grazed your neck, his hips pressing firmly into yours until you could feel him. A wave of nausea came over you.
            Slipping from under the sheets, you entered Tyson’s adjoining bathroom, shutting the door quietly. Flipping on the light, you leaned over the sink, turning the faucet to splash water on your face. Your breath was coming in shallowly; you could feel yourself on the brink of a panic attack. You couldn’t believe it happened again. Pressing your hands to your cheeks, feeling the tears beginning to form, you covered your face. Not again…
            Hiding out in the bathroom, you couldn’t help but think back to the night that started it all.
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            Eight Years Ago
            You were 15 & at your first party. You weren’t sure why, not really knowing anyone as you sat on a log by yourself before a fire. You hid behind a bottle of beer as other teens partied on the beach around you. Tyson Kearney was nowhere in sight. You figured this wasn’t the kind of party his circle went to. No one seemed to really notice you—the loner girl—hanging out at a party, but you couldn’t deny that you felt some sense of warmth at being invited. It had been your lab partner. You had helped her ace an A on the midterm so she invited you out as a thank you. You didn’t think she actually cared if you showed or not but still, partying was part of the high school experience. You figured you owed yourself at least one.
            When you arrived, no one paid you any mind, not even your lab partner as she passed by your with her friends, laughing into their drinks. You had lifted your hand in a wave but she never notice. Embarrassed, you lowered your hand, hoping no one saw. Of course, no one did. You walked around for a few minutes, watching in mild surprise as you the people you grew up with got up to no good around you. No one said ‘hey’ or invited you over to play a game of beer pong. It stung but you were used to it. There was nothing to do about it. So, you ventured to a nearby cooler, struggled in opening a bottle of beer until someone laughed at your attempts, popping it for you then sat your butt down in front of the fire.
            You never left your spot, even after you polished off the beer. It wasn’t in your best interest to drink more. But you continued to pretend to take sips from it so you could stay longer in the hopes that someone would be drunk enough to entertain you, even if it was small talk. Unfortunately for you, that entertainment came in the form of a baby-faced Rafe Cameron. You saw him approaching you, not really expecting him to sit next to you. You had known of him. He was a grade above you & was well-known in the halls of your school, being one of the most popular kids in school.
            For some reason, you hadn’t ever thought you’d run into the circle at a party like, but then again you didn’t know the first thing about partying with your peers. Anything could happen. That you would soon find out.
            “What are you doing here?” His question surprised you, like he was speaking to someone he knew well. For a moment, you thought maybe he was talking to someone on the other side of you, but before you could look to your right to confirm, he chuckled softly, “I’m talking to you.”
            “Oh.” You mumbled. Though you craved an interaction of some sort, you were already becoming overwhelmed by Rafe Cameron’s presence. He was too popular. It was unnatural. A guy like him talking to a girl like you.
            “So?” He asked again, knocking his shoulder into yours like you were friends, “What makes us so lucky to have you here?”
            Your heart panged. He was making fun of you & wasn’t even being shy about it. Sighing softly to yourself, you dug your heels into the sand, your nails chipping away at the label on the beer bottle, “I can leave.”
            “What?” Rafe looked taken aback, which in turn made you more confused. “Oh, I get it. You’re too cool to talk to me.”
            His statement made your heart hammer. You too cool for him? “What? No! I swear, I just—I thought you…”
            “You thought wrong.” He finished for you. He knocked his beer bottle with your empty one, “Can I get you another?”
            “Uhm,” You wanted to say no, already deciding before you go there that one would be your limit, but you found yourself shrugging, “Okay. Thanks.”
            Rafe ransacked a cooler nearby. You took that time while he was away from you to peer around you, wondering if you’d find a group of people snickering & pointing, or at least anyone who found you & Rafe Cameron drinking together also weird. But as your eyes scanned the partygoers, no one was even looking in your direction.
            A second later, Rafe returned to your side, a respectful distance between the two of you as he handed you the beer. The top was removed & you hesitated in taking it. You had heard horror stories about spiked drinks. Your parents raised you to be smart. It didn’t matter that it was Rafe Cameron who was handing it to you.
            He noted your hesitation & gave you a half-smile, “I didn’t drug it, swear. See.” He took your beer, taking a swig of it before swallowing. You watched in trepidation as his Adam’s apple bobbed. He exhaled, a wide smile on his face, “Scout’s honor.”
            A small smile graced your lips, accepting the beer, “Thanks. Sorry.”
            “Nah, don’t be.” He shrugged, “I have two younger sisters, I would want them to be smart like you if a guy like me gave them an open beer.”
            “A guy like you?” You questioned, “Are you warning me or something?”
            “Not exactly.” He smiled at you. His smile made your stomach flip. You couldn’t believe the situation you found yourself in. Rafe Cameron was hanging out with you at a party where he could hangout with anyone. But he chose you. As the night carried on, he never left your side, talking openly with you & sharing a few laughs. Once the party began to die down, it was only then that you drank more than you should of.
            You weren’t drunk but you sure as hell weren’t sober either. Standing up, you stumbled slightly, not expecting the world to shift.
            “Whoa, okay.” Rafe said, grabbing your arm gently, steadying you until your head stopped spinning, “Guess I should’ve known you weren’t a drinker.”
            “Is that a jab?” You asked boldly, the alcohol coursing through your system allowing you to speak before thinking, “Because I’m a nobody I don’t do any of the normal socializing habits like drinking.”
            “No.” He laughed gently, “Sheesh, you’re defensive, aren’t you?”
            His comment made you frown, “Sorry. I’m not… thinking straight.”
            “Nah, it’s fine. I get it.”
            He stared at you in concern. You couldn’t stop thinking though about how weird it was that Rafe Cameron was concerned for you, someone he’d never spoke to. It’s not like he had a reputation for being an asshole but he was popular. Sometimes the stereotypes make the person.
            “I should go home.”
            “I agree, but uh. You didn’t drive here.”
            “How do you know that?” You questioned, finding his accurate observation suspicious.
            “It’s a small island, _____.” The sound of your name coming from his mouth made you woozy again, but in a good way. An exciting way. “I’ve seen you walking around. You don’t have a car.”
            “Fine.” You had to give him that. It wasn’t like it was a well-kept secret.
            “Let me give you a ride home.” He offered, tugging softly on your hand but not pushing. He was giving you the opportunity to reject it. Your heart swelled, finding it impressive that he was so… gentlemanly.  
            “Okay, thank you. That’d help.”
            “Of course, I’m over here.” He led you by elbow, his fingers soft against your skin. You came upon a truck, a big one, & Rafe rounded to the other side to open the passenger door, “I got a water bottle in the glovebox.”
            You thanked him, hopping up into his truck, your fingers finding his glovebox in the dimly lit cab. Pulling out the water bottle, you uncapped it & brought it to your mouth. By the time Rafe climbed in, fastened his seat belt, & began reversing out of his spot, you had emptied the container of its content.
            “Damn.” He voiced, tossing you a friendly smile, “You needed that.”
            You returned the smile before furrowing your brows, “Should you be driving? You were drinking, too.”
            “I’m fine.” He responds, his eyes on the road. As he continued driving, taking all the right turns to your house, you realized you hadn’t given him any directions. Your brows furrowed for the second time that, wondering how he knew. But you didn’t say anything, reflecting back on how small the island. Everyone knows where everyone lives anyway. Just because no one knew you personally didn’t mean they didn’t know your address.
            When you were down the street from your house, Rafe surprised you by pulling over on the bend of a corner. Just outside the windshield you could make out the beach. It was quiet out, a light breeze coming over the shore. His windows were down in the truck & you shivered, bringing your hands up to rub your arms.
            “Everything okay?” You asked, staring at him. His hands were still on the wheel, you could tell he was deep in thought. You contemplated getting out & walking the rest of the way but he had been so nice to drive you, let alone talk to you all night, it’d be rude to leave him behind.
            “Rafe…” He sighed, his eyes closing when you said his name. It felt weird coming from your mouth, almost tasting bad, but you brushed the feeling away.
            “I have a confession to make.” He said, his opening to find yours. What you saw behind his eyes made your heart drop. He looked so… sad. You didn’t know why but you wanted to comfort him.
            “Are you okay?” You asked again, unsure how to approach comforting him about whatever it was that was bothering him. He gave a small smile but there was nothing happy about it, “No.”
            You were about to ask him to tell you more when he spoke before you could, “I know who you are.”
            The truck remained silent as you digested what he said. What exactly does that mean? The empty water bottle crinkled in your hands as you gripped it, “I don’t… I don’t know what that means.”
            “It means,” He sighed, unbuckling his seatbelt so he could turn his body to face you, “I’ve been watching you. I know who you are, _____.”
            “Rafe, that doesn’t…sound good. What do you mean you’ve been watching—”
            “Not like that.” He interjected firmly, “I’m not stalking you or anything. Fuck, how do I say this?”
            You waited, your teeth finding your lip, chewing the skin there. Finally, he laughed lightly, “I see you, at school. Your family as rich as the next but looking at you, you wouldn’t know it.”
            You’re not sure if he means it as an insult or not, but remain silent as he continues, “You’re different. You don’t need the friends & popularity to know who you are. You’re you. Doing your own thing, going your own way against the crowd, never trying to fit in or make people like you. It’s… admiring.”
            His eyes meet your own, “I admire you.” The breath catches in your throat. One of the most popular guys in school watches you? Admires…you?
            “And it’s silly to say & I’d never hear the end of it if any of my buddies found out but…I have a… thing… for you.”
            A short breathy chuckle leaves you. What were you hearing? “What, like a, like a crush?”
            “Yeah.” He nods, laughing once in astonishment at his blatant confession, “Yeah, ­­_____, I have a crush on you.”
            Blood rushes in your ears, your heart thundering, knocking out any other sounds. How the hell did you go from being a nobody to going to a party & apparently catching the attention of Rafe Cameron. It felt surreal, like you were in a movie. You were waiting for the director to call cut & for Rafe to quit his acting. But after a minute of not saying anything, you looked to him & saw the seriousness behind his eyes. Your jaw dropped.
            “You’re serious?”
            Rafe appeared taken aback by your reaction but nodded, “…Yes”
            “No, that doesn’t.” You laughed, “That doesn’t make sense, Rafe. I’m sorry but what the hell. Me? You don’t even—”
            You were abruptly stopped when you felt a pair of warm lips descend over yours. A gasp left your mouth as Rafe moved his lips over you, his hand finding the back of your neck as he held your face to his. Without your consent, you kissed him back. Your first real kiss. With Rafe Cameron, no less. He broke the kiss, his breath fanning your face as he smiled, “I’m sorry, I had to.”
            “That’s okay.” You whispered. Rafe leaned in again & you let him, his mouth moving hotly over yours. Before you knew it, you were lying on your back as he adjusted your seat to flatten. He was between your legs, the both of you still fully clothed, as his lips peppered your throat, his hands reaching for the hem of your shirt. You were enjoying yourself, still finding it unbelievable that you were making out with Rafe Cameron in his truck, but you welcomed it. You wondered what this meant for you now. Were you together? Would you go to school after the weekend & he’d hold your hand in the hallways? Would your name mean something new? What about your massive crush on Tyson? Has Rafe completely wiped the thought of him from your mind? Would they fight over you? The fantastical thoughts ran rampant through your mind.
            Fingers picked at the buttons of your jeans, forcing you to break your fantasy, confronting the one in front of you, “What are you doing?”
            “I want to fuck you.” He moaned out, his mouth returning to your own. His fingers succeeded in undoing your pants. The thought of letting Rafe have sex with you was surprisingly pleasant to think about, but you weren’t ready. Especially not here.
            “No.” You murmured, “Thank you, but no, Rafe. I’m not ready for that.”
            Suddenly he stilled above you. Even his breathing seemingly stopped. You frowned, his abrupt change making you worried. Raising a hand, you went to touch his arm, but he pushed himself off you, falling back into his seat. He huffed out, a hand gripping the steering wheel hard as he turned the key in the ignition. As he pulled back onto the road, you fumbled readjusting your clothes & moving the seat to a sit-up position.
            “I’m sorry, Rafe. I just, I wasn’t expecting that, okay.” You shared, hoping something you’d say would make up for your rejection, “Will you talk to me, please?”
            He ignored you, his lips pressed in a firm line. Through the windshield, you noticed he had pulled up in front of your house. You hesitated for the door, not wanting to leave the night on a bad note, “Rafe…”
            “Get out.” He didn’t even bother looking at you as he said it.
            “Okay…” This was all new territory to you. How did you know what to say to someone after a moment like this? You were flattered he was interested in you, & surprisingly it awakened an attraction to him from you as well, but to rush into sex just because he confessed. This wasn’t one of the amateur stories you often read online.
            Slipping out of his truck, you were relieved that you had mostly sobered up, guessing the make out session with Rafe having been a major influence in it. Before shutting his door, you turned to face him but he still wouldn’t face you, a look of rage gracing his features. You frowned but tried one last time, “See you at school?”
            “That you will.” Rafe didn’t wait for the door to close all the way before he sped off. You jumped back in shock, staring after him until his taillights disappeared.
            That night, you lied in bed, wondering if there was any other way it could’ve gone, or if maybe you should’ve just had sex with anyway. But you kept finding yourself backing your decision. It didn’t matter that one of the most popular guys in school confessed to having a crush on you, it didn’t mean that your first time having sex would be that easy to give away. You couldn’t help but wonder though that if it had been Tyson, would he have reacted the same way? You surely hoped not.
            The weekend passed by without incident & next thing you knew, you were back at school. Like every day, no one paid you any mind as you made your way to your locker. The events that took place over the weekend felt like a fever dream. You thought about it often but the more you did the more you convinced yourself it hadn’t happened. It was too unreal to have really happened. So, you ventured through the hallways, keeping to yourself like usual, unaware of the blue-eyed 16 year-old that followed behind you between classes.
            It wasn’t until classes had ended for the day that he made his presence known. You had just finished gathering your books from your locker & were going to the girls bathroom once more before the 25 minute walk home. When you finished peeing, you flushed the toilet & exited the stall. You were in the middle of washing your hands when a door slamming against a wall clanged behind you. A yelp escaped your throat as you spun around.
            Rafe Cameron stood in the girls bathroom, shutting the door behind him. A sneer graced his features as he leered at you, “You didn’t look at me once today.”
            “Rafe, what are you doing?” You pressed yourself to the counter, unsure of what he was doing. He remained where he stood, not approaching you, but you still felt suffocated by him despite being in a spacious bathroom.
            “God, you must think you’re so much better than me.” He began, his voice thick with malice, “You? Better than me? A fucking joke.”
            “I don’t think—”
            “Shut up. I’m talking.” Rafe glowered at you. You knew that if looks could kill you’d be six feet under at this point. Still. Why was he cornering you like this? You were nobody…
            “You’re nothing.” He spit, as if he was reading your mind, “A nobody walking around in the halls filled with people who will be somebodies if they’re not already. I was nice to you, took care of you, fanned your ego, made you feel special, Jesus, even faked a pathetic love-sick puppy confession, & you reject me? Who the fuck do you think you are?”
            “You need to leave. Now!” You pointed at the door behind him but despite your demand, the tone of your voice was weak. You were scared, hurting, his insults knocking you down with every single punch.
            “You watch your back, _____.” Rafe threatened, “No one rejects me. Let alone a pitiful little nobody like you.”
            He walked backward, his hand on the door the bathroom, but his eyes never left yours. The same ones that had convinced you of his unexpected admiration were now gracing you with unrestrained loathing, “I’ll be seeing you.” With that, Rafe disappeared from the girls bathroom, leaving you breathing heavily as a panic attack washed over.
            For the rest of your years in high school, Rafe Cameron would make it his duty to seek you out every now & then, cornering & verbally abusing you. He hardly ever laid a hand on you, maybe holding you against a wall while he told you horrible things, but never anything more. Still. You had become a target for a monster like him. Eventually, your fantasies about catching Tyson Kearney’s eye were wiped away by fantasies of escaping those hallways, never to be in Rafe Cameron’s grasp again.
            Every day you were on edge, wondering if today he would find you & humiliate you. You never stopped looking over your shoulder, just like he told you to, & you never stopped until the day you escaped the island.
            You were never supposed to run into him again, let alone reignite that monster inside him. But you were back now, if only for the summer. You only hoped you wouldn’t run into him more. But something deep down stirred in your gut & you felt that same fear that shadowed you in high school. This wasn’t the last Rafe Cameron. He would make sure of it. That much you knew.
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Part two for ya'll. Major background on reader's history with Rafe. I'm thinking there are still three to four more parts, depending.
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I work for the next four days then go on vacation for a week so I am unsure when Always You will be updated next but hopefully sooner or later. Please don't be shy, talk to me, I love it.
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PART THREE (OPTION A)
PART THREE (OPTION B)
P.S. OPTION A WILL NOT BE CONTINUED. TO KEEP READING ALWAYS YOU MOVE FORWARD WITH OPTION B. OPTION A IS LEFT UP SIMPLY FOR COMPARISON REASONS.
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tbgkaru-woh · 1 year
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Pride of Jin - 10/10  Jin Zixuan lives AU  
Page: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10  
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Ao3 Tags: Canon Divergence AU, possessive/obsessive behavior, Chimera Ant Arc
Chapter 1 title: Missing x And x Panicked    
Chapter 1 word count: 3,021
Summary:
Gon sucks in a shuddering breath. His heart pounds, hard and insistent, as if he was still face-to-face with the Chimera Ant. He doesn’t understand how they escaped. Not when the enemy was hundreds, no, thousands of times stronger than any of them could have ever predicted.
But they did escape. Somehow. Kite is injured but otherwise whole. And Killua—
And Killua. Where is Killua?
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A what if au in which Gon and Kite escape Pitou, but Killua doesn't.
Thank you for anyone who reads this! I’m having a lot writing for this series ^-^
I had the idea for this fic since I first got into hxh like...seven years ago now (also I cannot believe I've been into hxh that long what the heck)?
This fic is kind of dark. Gon is on the verge of a mental breakdown for most of the story. He's not acting in a healthy or rational way. Please make note of the tags.
If this darker vibe not something you're interesting in reading, you probably shouldn't read this fic. If you are interested in that sort of thing...hopefully you'll think I did dark!Gon justice lol!
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girlwithakiwi · 1 year
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WIP Ask Game
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Tagged by @arielchelby​ and tagging you if you’re interested!
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kiwimura · 5 months
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if you like mechamiwa like i do, i offer you a present <3
mechamaru comes back and has to face the consequences of his actions. and his friends. and Miwa.
(attention to TW in author notes!!)
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Frozen canon-divergence post F2 / Moana (2016) crossover fanfiction Pairing: Kristanna Rated M for angst/hurt/comfort (see tags on AO3)
Thanks to my two absolute amazing beta-readers, @hiptoff and @reconciledviolence729!
The fanfic-novel continues… Kristoff and Anna are bound to set for new adventures, one of them taking them to the Southern Isles. Together they can face the uncertainty of the invitation they have agreed to accept…
Chapter 12/42
They had completely forgotten the time and now the King and Queen of Arendelle were late and hurrying up the stairs. They ran down the hall and, out of breath, almost bumped into Gerda, who was standing there kneading her hands in worry.
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beatleskinkmeme · 1 year
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fic: tomorrow, i'll miss you
1960: Paul gets deported from Hamburg. John stays.
1969: Paul meets John in London, touring his new book.
For this prompt. :^)
(read on ao3)
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