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When Azula is nine, she becomes an only child. She hears the Fire Lord call for Zuko's life, and in the morning, her mother and brother are gone. Azula may be young, but she isn't naive. She knows what happened to them.
Which makes it all the more surprising when Azula tracks the Avatar down and fights his group of peasant friends, only to find herself staring into an eerily familiar face.
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16 May 2021
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But then, they'd always been playing chicken with their hearts. —-Emma, Hook, and a hotel room with only one bed.
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10 May 2021
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i would beg to disagree but begging disagrees with me by april_july
Fandoms: Six of Crows Series - Leigh Bardugo, Shadow and Bone (TV)
01 May 2021
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She rolls her hips up, just a little bit. He bites back another sound, his breathing heavy and uneven.
“Stop it.” he gets out.
“You say I’m not a woman, but I doubt you’ve ever known a woman. Not truly.” She hitches a thigh around his hips, pressing him even closer. His hands tighten around her wrists. “Pretty, untouched Drüskelle,” she croons in his ear.
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01 May 2021
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Little Faith by vuas
Fandoms: The Grisha Trilogy - Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows Series - Leigh Bardugo, Shadow and Bone (TV)
01 Mar 2021
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But now—in this room, wearing his people’s clothes— Matthias’ stare is a tangible, burning thing, and it spears straight through her, better than any Grisha magic she’s ever known.
Or: Nina and Matthias have a moment alone.
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23 Apr 2021
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the morning after by sevenfoxes for arbitrarily
Fandoms: Little Women - Louisa May Alcott, Little Women Series - Louisa May Alcott
27 Jan 2015
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Connecticut is cold in the winter; the Atlantic wind is fierce when the earth is tipped this far away from the sun. The horses in the fields are small dots lost in and endless spread of white.
Laurie's face is tight, bent away from her, into the breeze. He looks so much older than he is, so much older than she remembers him in this place. They're standing at the same broken down fence that Laurie had proposed marriage to her at only three years earlier. Now, Jo's eyes drift down to the band of sharp gold stretched across his ring finger, placed there by another March sister.
How did we end up here? he asks. He doesn't look at her when he says it, and it's only when they're back inside the house, Amy's hand slipping into his, that Jo realizes that the question was not for her.
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The most torturous prisons are the ones we build for ourselves.
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05 Jan 2021