Miscellaneous Fics I Liked
Various fandoms. Various ships. Whatever tickles my fancy. A way to track my kudos, so to speak.
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The Skywalker Family Album by Ultra
Fandoms: Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars Original Trilogy, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy, Star Wars - All Media Types
08 Jun 2022
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What if the entire Skywalker clan actually got their happily ever afters?
(Will be a series of 20 short ficlets, rewriting elements from the prequels, originals, and sequels, plus some stuff in-between those trilogies)
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Gravity by theredumbrella
Fandoms: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy, Star Wars - All Media Types
04 Apr 2020
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“Who did this to you?”
His voice is quiet but Rey can feel the anger behind the words. His eyes were intense, raging fires lit behind them and while she’s incredibly aware of her cheek still cradled in his hand, surprisingly so soft and gentle against her heated skin, she’s also aware of how his other fist is clenched so tightly, his knuckles a pale white in the low light of the room. A strange paradox that was emblematic of the man standing far too close to her.
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“I had a vision,” Xavier explained. His gaze flickered over to her. “Wednesday and I have reason to believe that Thornhill wants to resurrect Crackstone.”
“Should we even be here?” Divina questioned, glancing over her shoulder uneasily.
“Witchcraft of that caliber needs to be done under strict conditions,” Bianca supplied. “My guess is the blood moon in a few days.” Enid whimpered and Ajax put a comforting arm around her.
“Is there anything we can do to stop it?” Eugene asked.
Xavier shrugged. “All I know is that this seems to be the key.” He stepped back and indicated something on the side. Wednesday frowned and walked around to stand at his side. The key. Her hand, outstretched in front of the gate, easily falling open at her slightest touch. Goody’s piercing gaze.
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- Part 2 of Woe Belong Together
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'“I hate to impose upon your social calendar,” he continued sweetly, “but given our unique arrangement… I find myself feeling just a trifle possessive.” Another step. Closer now-too close-and still smiling.
“After all,” he whispered conspiratorially, leaning down just enough for you to see your own wide-eyed reflection in his glowing pupils, “a soul is such an intimate thing to share, don’t you think?”'
Or Alastor gets jealous of your friendship with Angel Dust.
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Something in his room was off. Alastor couldn't place what it was immediately, but something was different from when he left his quarters this morning and it irritated him to no end. Whispers of a familiar scent teased at his senses, but he couldn't place it.