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    Now he was pacing back and forth on the mossy ground, digging out his silver cigarette case from his breast pocket, not bothering with the beat-up cigarette holder. As he raised the cigarette to his lips, he hissed out a swear. He didn't have a lighter on him, he'd fallen out of the habit long ago. Wasn't that just fucking peachy? To have the very object of his frustration shoved into his face like that, a big, red, fiery dependency. 

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    17 Aug 2025

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    He ran, and ran, and ran. No energy was spent on counting the minutes or navigating or anything else. He was a young man again, shackles bruising his flesh, legs aching as he forced foot after foot through the terrain. He had better shoes now, so no blisters and calluses formed on bleeding feet, though the pain of continuous force on his legs remained. It mixed with the chill numbing his fingers and face.
    He tightened his hold on Kremy, just to remind himself that he was still there. The only thing separating his present from his past. The manifestation of luck turned around.
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    After escaping a few riled up victims of their shenanigans (so nothing important), Gideon and Kremy find themselves trapped in a blizzard. This is bad for Kremy. This is even worse for Gideon.

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    "...Fuck," Gideon quietly cursed. After a moment of consideration, he stepped on the refill pedal. The loud sound of pressurized water running through the pipes filled his small enclosure. It gave him a brief moment in which any other noise wouldn't be overhead.
    "FUCK!!!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. Flames rippled across his red skin, his dark brown hair and beard flaring hot with white and yellow light. He slammed a foot into the metal floor below him, adding to the collection of dents there. He twisted and jerked his arms, thrashing against the chains binding him to the engine. As always, the magical manacles held fast, leaving him with nothing to show for his efforts but bruised wrists.

     

    (how Gideon escapes the hobgoblin train and meets Kremy)

     

    Author's note: This fic is pretty dark (angst, graphic violence, gore)
    skip to chapter 5 if you just want to see Gideon and Kremy meeting and don't wanna read about Gideon's time as a prisoner

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  4. Public Bookmark 56

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    a fight in the feywilds goes awry and it has lasting consequences on kremy lecroux.

    “Don’t do that shit again; you hear me?” Kremy murmurs and despite the pain he knows the bastard must feel, Gideon smiles slightly, lips curling into a toothy grin. Gods, there’s blood there too. “What sort of bodyguard are you meant to be if you get killed for chasing some tail?” Gideon chortles, sighing softly and groaning with the jolting movement of his wounds.

    “Guess I’d be a pretty shit one.” Gideon replies and his eyes flutter in pain; he exhales shakily and glances at him, looking at him with something resembling scrutiny. “Guess that makes me a pretty shit husband too.”

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    "How many times is this?" Wild asks, giving him a small smile as a greeting.

    Time sighs. "The last one."

    "And how many times have you said that to me?"

    It’s said matter-of-factly, not overconfidently, and Time hates that Wild knows that it’s not his first, second or even third reset.

    And to think all Time's current problems would be solved if Wild just got out of his way.

    A.K.A. Unstoppable force meets immovable object.
    Or the Sans boss fight but the only stake is Time's sanity. And maybe his life. But mostly his sanity.

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