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Rin is found gore spattered and alone, Sesshoumaru doesn't reappear and Kagome makes a strange new... friend. Romance may or may not take a part in future. The garnering of respect and development of several relationships, however, will.
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Sesshoumaru angers and offends a goddess. In retribution she decides he is in need in a lesson of humility and decides on Kagome's knowledge of unusual foreign literature as the means of exacting an education on the both of them.
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Damn twinkling wizards and their jokes by Papertigress
Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types
26 Sep 2016
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This short slice of something completely different is all the fault of the behaviour of Terry Pratchett’s wizards in the book "Soul Music".
The idea occurred to me while I was walking my dog and wouldn’t leave me alone until I’d exorcised it into digital characters.
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Sesshoumaru approaches Kagome for assistance with a feverish Rinn. Both he and his ward learn of the warmth that exudes from her in many ways.
The Twelve days of Christmas directed these perfect drabbles written back in 2010 and posted day by day across the festive month.
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Afternoons and Espresso Spoons by Kirathaune
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
15 Jan 2014
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The ducks aren’t the only ones who have seen Aziraphale and Crowley in St. James’ Park.
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daughter of air: a cane and a conch shell by dirgewithoutmusic
Fandoms: The Little Mermaid - All Media Types, The Little Mermaid (1989), Den lille Havfrue | The Little Mermaid - Hans Christian Andersen
03 Nov 2014
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Ariel will not be sea foam or a queen. There is life beyond love. There is love in just living. Her true love will not be married on the morn--the prince will be married then, in glorious splendor, but he had never been why she was here.
Ariel traded her voice for legs to stand on, a chance at another life. When she poked her head above the waves, it wasn't the handsome biped that she fell for. It was the way the hills rolled, golden in the sun. It was the clouds chasing each other across blue sky, like sea foam you could never reach.
(She does reach it, one day, bouncing around in the back of a blacksmith's cart, signing jokes to him in between helping to tune his guitar. They crest up a high mountain pass and into the belly of a cloud. Her breath whistles out, swirls water droplets, and she reaches out a hand to touch the sky. Her feet will scream all her life, but after that morning they ache just a little bit less).