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Anthony works at the mall, specifically, at Spencers. He enjoys his job. Nice co-workers, sometimes nice customers, and the best part was the employee discount. He didn't think his job could get any better, until he meets someone new.
Henry, a single father who visits the store to buy his 15, almost 16 year old daughter a birthday present. Anthony has never met this man before... so why does he feel so... attached?
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14 Feb 2026
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When demons fall into Hell, the memories of the life they lived are fresh, as if their lives before had never stopped. But as the years go on, those memories begin to fade like photo negatives exposed to the sun. Soon, there’s very little of the human past they left behind.
Angel Dust and Husk are both struggling as they begin to remember their human lives after many years.
Anthony and Henry find each other amongst Mob controlled New York.
What goes around in life comes around after death.
DISCLAIMER: This fic was written in the interim period between the pilot being posted in 2019 and the cast announcement in October 2023. Henry as a character is a creation of our own and is therefor portrayed as he is. We recognize that with the casting of Keith David, this portrayal is probably not true to canon. We worked with the information we had at the time and hope that you can read and enjoy this fic given the context in which it was created.
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- Part 1 of When We Meet Again AU
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13 Feb 2026
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If Dreams Were Thunder and Lightning Was Desire by Birdpeople (DeusExMachina)
Fandoms: Raven Cycle - Maggie Stiefvater
26 Jun 2025
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The bar was noisy, noisier than Ronan had expected for a chilly gray evening in late April, especially in a place like this, all cheap floor-cleaner and folding chairs. The faded pinup calendar tacked up behind the bar was at least two years out of date. Miss August ‘84 smiled vacantly down at him.
A girl stepped up to the mic, thoughtfully lowered to accommodate her. “We’re Indigo Blue.” Her voice had a pleasant Virginia shine on it, and Ronan was taken aback at that unexpected glimpse of home, out here in the middle of fucking nowhere, Indiana. The drummer clicked his sticks together, one, two, three, and the guitarist picked out a sweet, moody little melody and the bassist came in softly to round out the sound. The girl hung her head, one hand wrapped around the mic stand, clearly counting. When the time came, she lifted her head and sang in a sweet, moody voice that matched the music.
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My 1986 folk band AU. Ronan just happens to be in the right bar on the right night, and after two years of drifting, these people feel like home.
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20 Sep 2025