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She's on the run, only staying in Skyrim until Cyrodiil is safe again, and even though she struggles in her new Guild Isobel does her best to keep her spirits high and her tankard full. But as she reaches new depths with a person she's never reached before the Guild begins to unravel, and Isobel can only run away from her memories for so long. [Rated E for sexual/adult themes]
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22 Mar 2019
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Seven different days and seven different lifetimes. It doesn't seem to matter the time, or the place, or the when or where or how. Across every universe, they will always find each other. Fransweek 2018, tags will be updated alongside chapters.
Day 1: Fantasy
Day 2: Crossover
Day 3: New Areas (of The Underground)
Day 4: Lyrics
Day 5: Pranks
Day 6: Fashion
Day 7: Valentine's DaySeven different lifetimes. It doesn't seem to matter the time, or the place, or the when or where or how. Across every universe, he will always choose love.
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08 Dec 2018
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Tigger & Eeyore: Camp Campbell and Beyond by Forestwater
Fandoms: Camp Camp (Web Series)
12 Jun 2021
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David took a step closer, holding out his hand uncertainly, like she was a deer he was afraid would bolt. She felt like a deer, frozen in the headlights of his warm, bright gaze.
“I don’t want to fix you,” he repeated. He moved close enough to stroke her cheek, cup the side of her face in his hand. “Or change you. All I want is to be with you -- exactly like this. The way you are, right now.”
Tears stung her eyes, made him dissolve into a soft blur of her favorite colors. She looked away and took a deep, shaky breath. “Why?” she whispered, leaning into his palm. She knew she had to shove him away, tear the two of them apart with daggers until he learned to stop believing in her, but she was tired.
Tired, and so relieved to feel his touch it hurt.
He sighed but didn’t say anything until she turned back to him, the tears clinging to her lashes giving way and spilling down her cheeks. One of them skated into the divot his thumb made against her skin and he brushed it away gently, automatically. The look on his face was somewhere between awe and resignation, the bitter twist of his mouth so harsh against his soft, wide eyes. “Because I’m in love with you.”
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- Part 2 of You Don't Spell It, You Feel It
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04 Aug 2018