JasmineTrin
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Stay by JasmineTrin
Fandoms: Lord of the Flies (TV 2026), Lord of the Flies - William Golding
28 Mar 2026
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"It's worse when you're alone, I think. Being ill. I fainted once when no one was around. When I woke up, I was frightened."
"I'm not frightened."
"I know. I never said you were."
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Jack is ill. Simon stays with him.
Inspired by Simon's diary entry in BBC's Lord of the Flies series (2026).
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Neo watches, mesmerised, as she comes alive in a way he's never seen before. He watches her let go, surrender, yet remain in control, each movement somehow deliberate and carefree, expressive and mindless, graceful and passionate. Free. He sees the reclamation in her. A coming home, not just to Zion, but to her body. Herself.
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Trinity brings Neo to his first celebration at the Zion Temple. Many years later, he invites her to dance with him again.
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From Your Point of View by JasmineTrin
Fandoms: Wicked - All Media Types, Wicked (Movie 2024)
13 Jan 2026
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"I meant what I said earlier, about you being beautiful," Fiyero said, his voice low, soothing, and resonant. "You are. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever known."
Elphaba felt the small flicker of doubt and disbelief in her mind, but not fast enough to stop it from showing on her face. She watched as Fiyero's face fell, something akin to hurt or heartache, but not pity, reflecting back at her. "I know you think I've lost my mind. I can see it in your eyes. Perhaps I have. They say love can do that to people. But that doesn't make it any less true, whether you believe it or not."
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Turning her head, she catches sight of her own reflection in the black voids of their obscured eyes, and her breathing stops.
No.
Suddenly, she feels exposed and vulnerable, despite her jacket and jeans. The realisation hits her like an unwanted blinding spotlight, filling her with an instant, sickening dread.
They're watching her.
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Trinity gazes up at the warm orange sky above, the light of the evening sun reflecting off the scattered clouds, different wavelengths of colour bleeding through like brushstrokes on a canvas. Knees tucked to her chest, looking beyond the towering buildings of the cityscape, her eyes track a small flock of birds soaring up above, their wings carrying them along the gentle afternoon breeze, untethered by gravity.
Birds fly over the rainbow, she thinks, why then, oh why, can't I?