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SUPERCELL TORNADOES:
Tornadoes that come from a supercell thunderstorm are the most common, and often the most dangerous.A city girl meteorologist, Samira Mohan, finds herself chasing after dangerous storms with a self proclaimed tornado wrangler, Emery Walsh.
Twisters inspired mowalsh au
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The Vampire Emery Walsh was born rotten. She was content to be alone, aloof, and unattached, isolated in her penthouse of solitude, or in the back booth at her favorite bar.
But then, there was Samira. A mortal woman who had held Emery in the palm of her hand from the moment their eyes locked. A woman who consumed her.
Emery has been searching her whole life for something, wandering without purpose through centuries. She finds her purpose in Samira.
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02 Jun 2026
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The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine by rattacoochi
Fandoms: Figure Skating RPF, Olympics RPF
11 May 2026
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Amber Glenn has been alive long enough to have experienced war, famine, and the rise and fall of empires.
So who could have guessed that figure skating at the Olympics would be her unraveling. -
Learning to Be Fine (The Pitt Foster Care Fanfiction) by Hiding_In_The_Wallflowers
Fandoms: The Pitt (TV)
27 Jan 2026
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Victoria Javadi is six years old and very good at being fine.
She's placed with Robby and Abbott after a foster home is shut down for hidden cameras, Robby and Abbott run a quiet house with rules that don't make sense to her, kids who aren't temporary, and filled with kids who don't seem afraid of staying.
As Victoria navigates new rules, old trauma, and a loyalty to the mother who hurt her, she learns that being fine has kept her alive...but it might not be enough to let her belong.
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it hurts to be something, it's worse to be nothing (with you) by iappreciateenjolras
Fandoms: How to Get to Heaven from Belfast (TV)
25 Apr 2026
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“I guess,” she’d whispered, drunkenly, on the first night in the new apartment, sprawled on the only piece of furniture available—a ratty couch—with Robyn and Dara, “I guess I was a little in love with her.”
Robyn scoffed. “Ack, so you were.”
“No, I’m serious, Robyn. I was in love with her. Still am, I think,” Saoirse said. Which—all right, maybe the alcohol was making her chatty, but she was also too fucking tired to care anymore. Too defeated. She’d lost her, anyway. May as well bring the girls into her wallowing, and save herself from solitary rotting. They were already joined at the hip, so one more secret couldn’t hurt.
Robyn lifted herself from the weirdly soft couch pillows, precariously balancing a beer in her hand, and looked Saoirse up and down, sceptical. On Saoirse’s other side, Dara sighed.
“I know you meant it, Saoirse,” Robyn said. “You’re possibly the last one on Earth to know, but I believe your heart was in it.”
or: Saoirse and Greta, through the years
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26 Apr 2026