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ew-selfish-art · 10 months

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Dp x Dc AU: Jazz Fenton, after years of fixing her brother’s injuries, becomes a Doctor with an inclination towards behavioral health and psychology- In order to make the difference she wants to see in the world she joins Dr. Leslie Thompkin’s practice.

Jazz Fenton, M.D. has spent years of her life doing research, doing the hard work and the emotional labor, and finally, finally, she’s joining a practice she can feel 100% confident in. She’s goddamn good doctor and she wants to make the biggest impact that she can.

Dr. Thompkins (who insists that she call her Leslie as they’re colleagues now), is a kind woman, sharp as a tack and keeps her practice open at odd hours to help the most unfortunate. It took some time for them to bond and trust to be built, but now Jazz is being allotted a few night shifts here and there.

It’s incredible. Jazz gets to spend time with the kids who come in and really talk to them (in addition to getting them antibiotics, heating pads and pokemon themed bandaids) to help equip them with a few coping skills. Her passion for psychology never disappeared after all, but the expansive knowledge of how to heal the human body has made her find a sense of fulfillment like no other.

Having proven herself and worn Leslie down, Jazz now takes up about 1/3 of all the night shifts in the month. She’s hoping to get to 50/50 by the end of the year but she’s content with what she has. Danny keeps odd hours anyway so calling him after work on her walk home can happen any time of day and he will always answer enthusiastically.

It’s a particularly busy night before he comes in. The Red Hood.

He was known for being an ally to Leslie, despite being on contentious terms with the Bats, but Jazz had never asked directly. Never one to turn away a patient with bullet hole wounds, she hops into action to get his wounds cleaned, sewed up and gauze wrapped. She’s handing him a sheet (an Infographic! Dani made it with her! Graphic design is her passion!) on how to care for his wounds when he first seems to recognize that she’s not Leslie.

“No, Of course not. I’m Dr. Fenton. I can’t blame you for not remembering but I did introduce myself as you bled in the entry way. You’re Red Hood, right?”

“Hm. Didn’t realize the practice was expanding. Where can I find-” He grumbles before pushing her hand aside from where she had still been supporting his shoulder.

“Hold on there, mister. You’re going home, you’re following this infographic and you’re going to get some sleep.”

“Lady you don’t know-” His voice modulated ton came across antagonistically. As if he was trying to intimidate her. Ha, Jazz rolls her eyes at the inclination.

“Who I’m talking to? Who I’m dealing with? You’re hilarious. I can eat you vigilante’s hero complexes for breakfast. Tell me who I’m calling to pick you up and then you can say thank you.” Jazz snaps at him. It really had been a long night but his whole dialogue thus far is making her a bit batty.

“Oh really Doc? You know Leslie’s tough shit, and from what I can tell you’ve got nothing on her-”

“Trying to make me feel insufficient when I just saved your life? That’s cute. I’m sure a lifetime of abandonment by both of your parental figures gave you that. I’m also sure that you inherited this desire to prove you’re not going to be dependent on anyone who wants to help from whoever got you dressing up in tights to fight crime in the first place. Again, I’d love to talk at length about how predictable you-”

“Bwah- wait- I’m Predictable? You’re probably some nepobaby who had parents who told her she could have the world-” But Jazz cuts him off with hysterical laughter- he couldn’t be further from the truth. Her parents loved her, but nepotism? With what, the ghosts? If anything she got that from Danny, but he doesn’t need to know about her ghostly titles.

“You’re just some guy who came back from the dead and made his trauma everyone else’s issue. So shut it. And tell me how I’m getting you home from this clinic.” She seethes though her voice stays devastatingly level with each word.

Speechless for a moment, he eventually relents to Jazz that he’s already called for help on the comms but it will be hours before they can come for a pick up. The sun had already come up and the night had been over for most of them before Hood had walked into trouble. She groans and the realizes the time for herself and the empty clinic around them.

“Fine. My shift just ended anyway. I’ll get you home in one piece and I swear to all the ancients that you’d better follow the directions on the infographic.”

And that’s how Jazz ended up calling her brother while supporting the weight of a grown ass man (who no longer wanted to talk to her) on her walk home.

The next time Red Hood appears in her clinic, he’s brought a dozen roses in addition to the cut on his neck that definitely needs to be pressurized like ASAP. Did he stop for the flowers on his way to the clinic? He’s going to pass out from blood loss! She doesn’t even like roses!

#ehehehe #dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #danny phantom #dc crossover #dp crossover #anger management #jazz fenton #jason todd #she still loves psychology but its a back pocket tool to her knowledge as an emergency medicine provider #jazz is ready to throw hands because becoming a princess during med school sucked ass #she did not have the time #but she loves and supports anything danny is doing sooo...#danny is currently attending gotham u for engineering but lives across town so they just call everyday #he sees her on her off days and always brings her tons of fast food #jason is immediately smitten with the woman put him in his place #the pit maddness was barking up a storm this entire convo but she got him home and he was like holy fuck im in love #jason todd said she saw right through me and that shit was hot #yes he totally stopped to grab (steal) flowers on his way to the clinic #dick picks him up this time. sees the flowers and is like oh cool its my turn to wingman for my lil bro #jazz is worn down by sweet gestures and the fact that hes legit so nice now when he comes into the clinic #he quotes poetry at her sometimes and she's like omg did you just make that up? she's never read poetry a day in her life #only medical textbooks and psychology papers #long post

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prideprejudce · 1 month

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AU Reds Poster: Alicent joins Rhaenrya as her advisor and wife after escaping her father's influence.

She escapes Kings Landing with Helaena and her grandchildren just in time. Unfortunately, her father has already sunk his teeth into her two sons who are ready to fight for their right to the iron throne. How will Alicent choose between her family and her beloved Rhaenyra when the time comes?

#alicent hightower #rhaenyra targaryen #alicent x rhaenyra #rhaenicent #rhaenyra x alicent #house of the dragon #hotd season 2 #im sorry the posters just looked so good next to each other and alicent looks like she's gazing at rhaenyra with worry #basically alicent had an epiphany after viserys died (him screaming about the chosen one crap didn't happen)#but her father already had the ball and floor moving for the crown and to overthrow rhaenyra #and alicent had a dream or prophecy that told her that the greens would destroy the entire kingdom and her family including their lineage #she tried to convince aegon to leave with her too but he was already drunk on power and not listening to her anymore #so she goes to find rhaenyra to play peacemaker and diplomat and reluctantly joins team red #but then aemond kills luke and things go to shit #helaena is then betrothed to jace to protect both her and her grandchildren #and she basically serves as rhaenyra's conscious and calm to her storm through the war #in the end daemon gets exiled after killing aemond and betraying rhaenyra's orders #otto is killed for treason and aegon forfeits the crown for his life #jace and helaena rule after rhaenyra one day passes and wives live happy together #it makes sense because I say it makes sense

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puppetmaster13u · 2 months

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Prompt 242

He looks the same as he had that fateful day, a storm raging around him and risking sending the ship down into the abyss. Hair whipping in the wind as the sky roars its deadly challenge echoed by the beasts they all sought to bring down those centuries ago.

It looks just as human as they- that is to say not at all, not anymore. A body twisted, sand and lightning melding into a molten sea ever-expanding. Its eyes as gold as the treasure it guards, brilliant blues and greens dancing across bodies in sigils unknown.

It looks exactly as it did that time ago, smile dancing on its lips as the sky opened up in torrents, like blood gushing from a wound. “You’re free to go,” it says, in words they understand and words they don’t. “You don’t have to stay here any longer.”

“Where will we go?” They ask, so very tired of this eternal battle, of being trapped in crashing waves and storms of water and sand. Being tossed one way and the other, never able to go home, for home was gone long ago.

It looks up, their own gaze following, the ship crashing through the dredges of a storm they had thought eternal. And for the first time in eternities, they see them. The stars. Dancing and dripping from a serpentine form that cradles the Sun and Moon, smiling down to the beast and them alike.

And so, they take from the seas, and take to the stars instead.

#Prompts #DCxDP #DPxDC #Storm Core Tucker #Space Core Danny #Life Core Sam #Look I’m just saying I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s some trapped spirits from one of Tucker’s past lives #let liminals/ghosts be eldritch to normal people #Why yes the eternal trio are now Ancients #No ghost king Danny here just space man who loves his husband & wife #they might have accidentally made a few cults #And the other ancients aren’t helping they’re cooing about it #like its babies first drawing or something #they’re just tryin to fix this shit that was done through these dimensions a while ago #Sam might have been behind the league of assassins accidentally #Time travel & dimension travel is honestly part of their normal #Sun Core Dan #Moon Core Ellie #Dan & Ellie cackle at them until they get dragged into the accidental pantheon too #Dan gets revenge by telling the mortals that Danny/Phantom/etc is his mother which causes misunderstandings #You know how creation and god myths can get lmao #Ellie claims different things to each dimension and giggles mischeviously #Also feel free to do any sort of crossover or multiple crossovers #Danny Phantom #danny phantom crossover

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midnottart · 11 months

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🐍 Angry little Jotun boy • AU: it's hard getting used to a life in Asgard when you grow up as a wild child in Jotunheimr

#loki #kid loki #midnott #a winter storm’s tale #Jotunheimr and war times were hard to live through but it was home #life in Asgard is so much easier except that it isn't #midnott.hc #midnott.art

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maegalkarven · 6 months

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No, but all the implications!!!

Gortash starting to treat Durge's wounds as a mere way of ensuring his ally doesn't die while he still needs them.

Durge begrudgingly allowing it bc fighting against it is more trouble than it's worth, though they're a little peeved by the idea first. Letting others treat their wounds feels too vulnerable, too...intimate.

Gortash slowly establishing that as the means of control because well-treated dog is a loyal dog and he needs Durge loyal to him.

Durge getting used to that because for the first time ever they're offered comfort, for the first time ever their pain eases, even if only the physical one. Learning they don't have to bear pain, what they can simply go to Gortash and he'll make the best healers take it away. Or better yet, would bandage their cuts himself, almost as if he cares.

This gradually turning into routine to the point where Durge once gets hurt Badly, blacks out and drags their uncooperative body to Gortash's house bc subconscious is a bitch and connected Gortash = comfort/relief/no pain/etc.

Gortash being met with the bloody unconscious body of his ally on the floor of his bedroom and being both annoyed and, strangely, relieved, because his plan of leashing Bhaalspawn is working and because he'd prefer to know if Durge is hurt and be in control of their healing.

#durgetash #dark urge x gortash #gortash x durge #the dark urge x enver gortash #levi so would #he Doesn't Care about himself till he does #which leaves the post-tadpole levi being confused af why the evil tyrant is so Comforting for him #turns out Evil Tyrant not just the only one who offered help but the only one levi gradually learned to accept it from #post-orin fight levi def turns into a bird and flies to the wyrm keep #falls into a bloody heap on Gortash's floor and passes out #making Gortash live through the most awful storm of emotions as he enters #annoyance relief satisfaction worry #enver sees vivisection scars as he treats the wounds and has even more questions #leaves for a moment and returns to levi climbed into his bed and snuggling his pillow #bc it 'smells nice'#having to fight a wave of affection bc he should be annoyed! everything is covered in blood now it will take ages for staff to clean #meanwhile bane frantically searches for some black hand to challenge and defeat Gortash bc This Shit Has Gone Too Far #Gortash had gone soft and needs to be dealt with

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puddeneen · 2 months

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free advice for anyone thinking about adapting the last airbender in any medium at any point in the future: if your vision does not feature the sky as a whole character in and of itself, you have failed right out of the gate - not only as an adaptation, but in Getting The Point, and the scope and the scale of the tragedy (and the hope) that drives this story, and its main character

#serious business #writing #atla #netflix atla #aang #air nomads #this post is not about natla hate if you rb it please do not try to make it so #but if you give a shit abt Themes And Motifs you will give us the gaang Living in the sky. not just journeying through it #you will give us zuko in his anger in his grief always tethered to the ground and always looking Up #you will give us people in the earth kingdom/water tribes/fire nation staring past the walls they've had to build/had built around them #you will give us not just comets and eclipses but shooting stars and auroras and migrating creatures and weird clouds and storm breaks #you Will Give Us the empty space where an entire nation should be. and may never be again

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imsossleepy · 1 month

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Having friends at different points of their first listen throughs of rqg is great, like I’ve got one friend sobbing about Sasha’s letter and the other one is laughing about is Bertie guy pretending to be a statue! Ohhh good times

#rusty quil gaming #rqg #it helps being living google for this podcast #I correct every error and answer every question #making the first friend listen through into the wilds before they start the airship arc #you’ve got a big storm coming #rqgaming #sleepy speakin

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lilyharvord · 1 month

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Should preface this: I will be writing about whatever is chosen. If it already has multiple parts I will post ALL the parts I have written so far. If it is a one shot I haven't finished, I'll finish it and publish it.

#these are the real titles #looks through my drive: damn girl you live like this?#red queen #glass sword #kings cage #war storm #broken throne #post broken throne #I feel like I am playing Russian roulette with you all #take your pick #my writing #either I'll finish it if it's as a one shot #or I will post what I have from it so far #(*ask lily*)#(*shut up lily*)#marecal

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lessthanimpressedlesbian · 2 years

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I still marvel at the fact that Imogen was even more afraid of sleeping after Laudna died, on the off chance she'd see her walking into the storm. The same storm that she was so scared of that she thought she'd die if it ever caught up to her. The thought of Laudna disappearing into the storm was more terrifying than the storm itself, and I think it makes perfect sense why she would call on Ruidus to help free Laudna from Delilah's grasp. How could calling on the cursed moon possibly compare to the fear of losing Laudna for good? Imogen would do anything to get Laudna back, even if it means harming herself in the process. Even if it means pulling power from the very entity that plagues her dreams and gave her powers she never asked for. She would do anything to bring Laudna back, and she did.

#critical role #critical role spoilers #cr spoilers #imogen temult #laudna #imodna #i just love them #she was so terrified at the beginning of the campaign #shes always been a little scared of her own power #but losing laudna was something she never thought she'd have to live through #and once laudna died it was like a part of imogen died with her #she had nothing left to lose #it was much easier to lean into her powers than to sit in fear waiting for laudna to walk into the storm and be gone forever #it was never a question how far imogen would go to save laudna #and i think that speaks volumes to her love for her #god i need a love confession soon or im gonna combust #these witches be gay #and my heart cant take it

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inaris-mage-of-storms · 1 year

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"You really don't have to stay," said Scott, letting Sausage take the empty teacup from him. "I mean, I'm grateful for your help. But I'm sure you have more important things to attend to. I can manage on my own." He nestled further into the blankets wrapped around him, comfortably tucked into the corner of the couch nearest the fireplace, and watched the snow through the window.

"Nonsense," said Sausage, gathering up the tea tray and carrying it to the kitchen. "You're the most important thing to attend to right now. Bubbles has everything handled back home," he assured him as he returned to the living room and sat in the armchair across from Scott.

Scott had to admit he was glad for Sausage's company, even as he alternated between coughing fits and dozing through parts of Sausage's story about Bruno and Pepe arguing over the best method of storing supplies for the tavern. The ache in Scott's throat began to intensify, and he was contemplating asking Sausage for more tea when a knock at the door interrupted Sausage instead.

"Sorry, no visitors today!" called Sausage as he stood to go see who it was. "I'm afraid he isn't feeling up to – oh! Jimmy, hi!"

"Hi Sausage," came Jimmy's voice from the entryway. "Sorry, I can go. I just wanted to see how he was doing, and bring him this."

"It's okay, Sausage," called Scott, and winced at how hoarse his voice sounded. "He can come in."

Sausage poked his head into the living room. "Are you sure?" Scott nodded, and Sausage directed Jimmy to the coat hook before he led Jimmy into the room and bowed to Scott dramatically. "A gift for you, my king!" he said cheerily.

Scott laughed, his eyes sweeping over Jimmy. The sheriff's hair was ruffled from his habit of running his fingers through it after removing his hat, and his cheeks were pink from the cold wind. "You brought me a pretty man? Sausage, you know me so well," he teased, knowing full well that Sausage was referring to the dish clutched in Jimmy's hands.

"What?" squawked Jimmy, the color in his cheeks deepening. "No! He means this!" He held up the container. "I, um. I heard you weren't feeling well, so I brought you some broth. I mean, you don't have to have it if you don't want. The kitchen looked like Sausage has you stocked up on food pretty well. It's probably not even that good, if I'm honest. Not sure I got it right. It's similar to something my granddad used to make for me whenever I was sick - "

"You're rambling," said Scott, cutting him off. Too tired to care about appearances, he made grabby hands in Jimmy's direction. "And I'm hungry. Gimme."

Even if he hadn't been hungry, the smile that crossed Jimmy's face alone was worth accepting the gift. Jimmy took the lid off and handed it over. "It should still be warm," he informed him, just as Scott registered the faint glow on the bottom of the bowl from the enchantments carved into it.

He murmured his thanks and took a sip before closing his eyes happily. His nose was too stuffy to appreciate the full range of everything that had gone into the broth, but what he could taste was delicious. And, Scott realized as he took another sip and mentally sorted out every herb he could pick up on, everything that had gone into it was deliberately chosen to ease one symptom or another of his flu.

It tasted, above anything else, like love. He looked up and gave Jimmy a soft smile. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," beamed Jimmy, seeming pleased that his gift had been received so well. "I hope you feel better soon. I'll get going so you can get some rest."

Sausage glanced at the disappointed expression on Scott's face and smiled mischievously. "Actually, Jimmy, do you have anything in particular you need to go take care of?" he asked. Jimmy shook his head no. "Excellent! Then would you mind sitting with him for a bit while I tidy up? I don't want him to have to yell across the house if he needs something."

"Yeah, I can do that," said Jimmy. "Or I can do the cleaning, if you want - "

"No no, have a seat!" said Sausage, and guided him to sit on the couch next to Scott. "Just keep him company!" Scott narrowed his eyes at Sausage, but he only grinned and left the room.

"Sorry about him," said Scott. "You don't really have to stay, if you don't want."

"No, I want to," said Jimmy. "So long as you don't mind."

"I don't mind," said Scott, and took another sip. They sat in silence while he finished his meal, listening to Sausage humming in the kitchen. When the bowl was empty Jimmy set it aside for him, and Scott leaned back against the cushions. His thoughts were beginning to feel hazy again, and he shivered and pulled the blankets tighter around him, closing his eyes.

He jumped a little when he felt a hand on his forehead. "Sorry," Jimmy apologized for startling him. "Gosh, you're burning up." Scott shivered again, and Jimmy frowned. "You ought to be in bed." He pulled the blankets away, and Scott whined at him. "Sorry, sweetheart," murmured Jimmy, scooping Scott into his arms and standing up. "Let's go get you tucked in."

Scott leaned against him, letting the sheriff carry him upstairs. Jimmy got him settled in bed, tucking the blankets around him and brushing a hand over his forehead. He turned to leave, but Scott grabbed the bottom of his vest. "Stay," he croaked. "Hold me."

He couldn't make out what the expression on Jimmy's face meant, but thought he might cry if Jimmy decided to walk away from him now. In his feverish state Scott didn't care about the maintaining the facade between them. He was cold, and achy, and all he wanted right now was to be safe and warm in Jimmy's arms again.

"Please?" he whispered.

Jimmy's face softened. "Okay. I'll stay." Scott breathed a sigh of relief, and Jimmy took off his boots and vest before crawling into the bed with him. He wrapped his arms around Scott and pulled him close, and Scott buried his face in the crook of Jimmy's neck and fell asleep before he could murmur his thanks.

When he next surfaced from his slumber, the room was dark and he could hear Sausage in the doorway. "I need to get back to Sanctuary," he was in the middle of whispering. "Are you sure you're okay to stay, or should I try to get hold of someone else?"

"It's okay," Jimmy whispered back. Scott closed his eyes again, not wanting to risk Jimmy deciding to let go. "I've got him."

He heard footsteps, and the clink of something being set on his dresser. "He needs another dose whenever he wakes up," whispered Sausage, and Scott wrinkled his nose at the thought of the potions Sausage had made him drink when he first arrived. "One of each, and probably again in the morning."

"Okay," acknowledged Jimmy. They said their goodbyes, and Scott dozed off again before Jimmy could realize he was awake.

The second time he awoke, Scott could feel Jimmy's steady breathing and chanced a look at him. Moonlight fell across the room, illuminating his sleeping face. His arms were still firmly around Scott, holding him close like a treasure to be protected. Scott rested a hand against Jimmy's chest, feeling his heartbeat. As they lay together in the dark, Scott could almost pretend this was normal for them, like it had been once before.

A cough wracked his body, breaking the spell and waking Jimmy, who rubbed soothing circles on his back until the fit passed. "I'll get you some water," he said when Scott was finally able to catch his breath, and let go. Scott missed the warmth immediately, feeling a chill he was certain had nothing to do with his illness as Jimmy got out of bed and poured a glass of water from the pitcher Sausage had left next to the potion bottles.

He sat up and accepted the water from Jimmy, sipping at it while Jimmy uncorked a potion bottle. "Do I have to?" he grumbled.

Jimmy smiled and measured out a spoonful of the shimmering liquid. "I'm afraid so," he said, and held out the spoon.

Scott swallowed the mouthful reluctantly, then did the same with the second potion, and took another drink of water as soon as he could. "Gross," he complained. "No matter how she brews it, no amount of melon can cover up nether wart."

"It's not that bad," said Jimmy, looking amused. "You just have sensitive taste buds, I think."

"And that's not usually a bad thing," said Scott. "It makes food more interesting. Even sick I can still name at least five different herbs you put in that broth."

Jimmy laughed. "You do have a very skilled mouth."

There was a beat of silence while they both processed his words. Scott's eyebrow rose and a slow smirk crossed his face, and Jimmy turned bright red. "No!" he squeaked. "That's not what I – I just meant, you can taste things others can't, and you always have some clever comment or snarky comeback at the ready, so I mean – I didn't mean to imply – Oh my god," he groaned, and buried his face in his hands.

Scott laughed until he had to stop to cough again. "Maybe when I'm not sick I can show you what else I can do with it," he said hoarsely, unable to resist one final dig at the sheriff's blunder.

"You're awful," came Jimmy's muffled rebuttal. He ran his hands through his hair, face still a little pink, then took the water glass Scott handed him and set it back on the dresser. "Right. So." He rubbed the back of his neck. "You seem like you're feeling better. Would you be more comfortable if I slept in another room?"

Scott's smile disappeared, and he chewed on his lip before taking a deep breath. His head was clearer than it had been earlier, but he wanted to be selfish a little longer. "I'll leave it up to you," he said carefully. "But to be honest, I...I think I'll sleep better if you're here."

"Then I'll stay," said Jimmy, and Scott hoped he wasn't imagining the eagerness with which Jimmy answered. He got back in the bed, and pressed a shy kiss to Scott's forehead when Scott leaned into his embrace. "Get some more rest. I'm not going anywhere."

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#file: storm writes things #farmboy au #empiresshipping #flower husbands #esmp fanfic #y'all get a non-canon bonus scene today #mostly because i don't feel well and want cuddles so i'm going to live vicariously through scott :c

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