5 Works by Faerlie_certain
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Memories and emotions and sensations mix, guided by the touch of careful hands to scars and pain and loss. Ronan finds every piece of Adam visible and soothes it and Adam creeps his hands under Ronan’s shirt, looking for hidden hurts. Ronan brings his mouth to the side of Adam’s head and he feels lips on his deaf ear. Impossibly, he hears the air leave Ronan’s nose when he pulls away. Ronan’s eyes are closed when he comes back into view and Adam is glad for it. He doesn’t know what’s happening on his face and he’s afraid of what Ronan might find there if he sees.
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“Nobody came to class...?” Adam's voice is wary.
Gansey’s eyelid twitches. He sucks in a breath of air, then hisses it out.
“Yeah, Noah destroyed Ronan’s room and then vaporized."
-----------------------------------------------------------------------These will be R O U GH but they will at least be in a particular order. Some will not even be a full chapter. If you are trying to see what is actually going on? I am sorry. :) I didn't mean to be writing like 3 stories in one.
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Last Man Standing by Faerlie_certain for flitwickslittlebrotha
Fandoms: Raven Cycle - Maggie Stiefvater
08 Dec 2020
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Adam stares at Gansey.
Gansey stares at Adam.
“Uh.”
“You could also just. Take that pillow and. Smother me with it.”
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Something I Don't Know by Faerlie_certain for flitwickslittlebrotha
Fandoms: Raven Cycle - Maggie Stiefvater
07 Dec 2020
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I’m sorry, Gansey. He’s already drafting in his head. We had some fun times didn’t we? A surprisingly human-feeling hand clamps down on his shoulder. We’ll always have Paris.
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The Mitsubishi roars to life and takes off into the darkness, racing along the treeline. Baby watches the branches speed by, remembering a time when his mother used to tell him bedtime stories about creatures that came from those trees to take little boys who misbehaved. When he would hide under his covers night after night in fear of what might come to take him, he never imagined he’d grow up to be one.
----Behold: a preview of my next project.