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of stone mirrors and second chances by Rain13121
Fandom: Zero: Shisei no Koe | Fatal Frame III: The Tormented, 零 | Project Zero | Fatal Frame (Video Games), 零 濡鴉ノ巫女 | Fatal Frame: Maiden of Black Water
04 Jul 2025
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14 Oct 2025
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Not everything in what it seems.
Neville has long accepted this truth, but now he has to use it for the good of those who are his. No one is going to break them more. If his choices lead to a change in the war, so be it.
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20 Jul 2025
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we've been making shades of purple out of red and blue by nightghost
Fandoms: She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018)
06 Dec 2024
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Maybe it wasn’t the ideal situation, but Adora was okay with it.
Most people had trouble with their roommates – she knew people whose roommates were too messy, too inconsiderate, or just decided to sing karaoke at three in the morning in Mermista’s case. She claimed to, unfortunately, still love Sea Hawk anyway.
But see, Adora couldn’t complain about any of those things, actually, she couldn’t complain about anything at all, mostly because she hardly interacted with her roommate.or
Adora is a disaster lesbian.
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20 Jul 2025
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A collection of stories about the love-lives revolving around a particular mortal of each universes -- namely one Harry James Potter and his mortal enemy Lord Voldemort, or also known as Tom Marvolo Riddle.
Some of them may have the blessing to meet their Entities, but for most others, they don't.
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25 Feb 2025
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A Prick of the Tongue Upon the Spindle by beetaker
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
04 Feb 2025
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On the night of Harry's eleventh birthday, she dreams a wonderful dream of sulphur and brimstone, as though she is descending down a spiral staircase in the oven-roasted centre of the earth. The way is dark and treacherous, as there are no handrails with which to steady herself, and no light by which to see. But the air smells warm and heavy, like burying her face in fresh mulch and breathing in life and the smell of sweetly rotting strawberries. And there is something else alongside Harry, some weighty presence following her, looming over her so she will know she is not alone.
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21 Feb 2025