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She’s fine. It was just a dream. Just a bad dream. She’s fine.
“See?” Fragile said as if she’d heard him. “Not broken. Just like I promised.”
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Sam has a nightmare about the events of DS2 and fixes things before they break. Spoilers for DS2.
Finished fic uploading in 3 parts.
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17 Dec 2025
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Power took a thousand different forms in the Poison Garden.
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23 Nov 2025
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The Day Before by three_atoms
Fandoms: His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman, His Dark Materials (TV)
24 Dec 2023
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The Jordan scholars’ common room was beautiful and glittering, sumptuous and magical. The mantels of the two large fireplaces were decked with garlands of holly and laurel, and a frosted spruce-, pinecone- and berry wreath hung in each window. Merry centrepieces adorned the coffee tables: flickering candles garnished with small evergreen wreaths, red tartan bows and golden jingle bells. The vases on the side tables had been filled with pine-, juniper- and cedar sprays and crimson poinsettia flowers. The cosy winter-knit throw-blankets draped over the backrests and the festive tweed throw cushions scattered here, there and everywhere made the sofas and armchairs look even more inviting than usual, and the large plate of Christmas biscuits on the sideboard was making kitten Pan’s whiskers quiver greedily.
(A Chaos Family Christmas Story)
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10 Nov 2025
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Your Fortress by three_atoms
Fandoms: His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman, His Dark Materials (TV)
20 Aug 2022
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Asriel finds her when it’s two hours to midnight. Marisa finds him when it’s two hours past daybreak. There’s a lifetime in-between. There’s forever afterwards.
(Marisa and Asriel's missing scenes from The Amber Spyglass chapters Midnight, The Clouded Mountain, and Authority's End)
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08 Nov 2025
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Confusion. Exasperation. Aline takes a moment to process the sudden, inexplicable influx of feelings. The Paintress makes an idle gesture with her brush, opening a window in the Canvas to peer out into the atelier.
Ah. Well, that clarified things.
Renoir has gathered her body into his lap. She watches, fascinated, as his hand moves beneath her rucked-up skirt. He tucks his chin over her shoulder, smirking, flicking his eyes down to watch the lazy motion of his wrist.
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06 Nov 2025