10 Works by whalium
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It's Second Nature to Love You (It's First to Die) by whalium
Fandoms: Grand Theft Auto V
11 Aug 2026
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"Michael expected Trevor to come in swinging for the fences whenever he did crop up. Though maybe he should have in hindsight, Michael never expected to wake up at 2 in the morning to find Trevor slumped over beside his front door, one fist still weakly pounding against the frame. He definitely didn't expect him to be crying.
Yet, there he was, covered in a thin sheen of sweat and barely holding it together."
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- English
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- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Kudos:
- 9
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- 43
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Grace endured many late nights with a miserable, inconsolable Emily after an ear infection that should have resolved on its own only grew worse. When the exhaustion got the best of Grace and she had no one else to turn to, she called Leon.
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Grace made the decision to enroll her daughter in public school. Initially, Emily was excited, but as the first day approached, fear got the best of her. While Grace eased her daughter's anxiety, hers only grew. Thankfully, Leon was there to reassure Grace.
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Emily had a nightmare that left her screaming in the night; despite the sudden flashbacks, Grace was determined to be there for her adopted daughter.
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Chris couldn't forgive himself for what happened in Edonia and China; he couldn't process the guilt and grief that held him back, that morphed him into someone unrecognizable.
But it was Christmas Eve, and all Claire wanted was to spend the holiday with the only family she had left. She might not have been able to get through to her big brother, but she knew someone that could, even if Chris couldn't look him in the eye anymore.
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Squim Returns (Or Something Like That) by whalium
Fandoms: Smiling Friends (Cartoon 2020)
02 Mar 2026
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"A weight had finally been lifted on the day that Squim had gone into retirement. Mr. Boss had hosted a going away party that Squim failed to show up to. He had told everyone that Squim must have been excited to reap the benefits of paying into the US social security system, that Squim was now focused on spreading joy across a warm, sandy beach. If only that had been the truth."
(or, alternatively: What REALLY happened to Squim?)
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- English
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- 1,717
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Kudos:
- 2
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- 40
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"Chris knows what it's like to bury someone in a shallow grave and apologize for it not being enough; he knows what it's like to not be able to bury them at all. Piers’ funeral had killed something inside of Chris. How could someone lower an empty casket into the ground knowing the decedent’s body was fragmented out at sea? Chris couldn't. He had turned his head to the sky while braver men lowered the ghost of his best friend into the ground."
(or, alternatively: Chris Redfield struggles with the loss of Piers Nivans and the things he left unsaid, failing to cope with either.)
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"I’m pretty damn certain that whatever I felt pressed into my thigh warrants an explanation, Piers.”
Piers rolled his head in a circle, not quite disagreeing with Chris, and folded his arms over his chest. “I’m sorry you feel that way.”
“You’re doing it again,” Chris accused, taking a wide step around Piers to force him to look at him. “You are trying to irritate me. Do you want me to shut you up? Is that it?”
(or, alternatively: Piers fucks around and finds out.)
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There wasn't much time to sleep in between war and mutated affronts to God, but if there was one thing Piers was certain of, it was that exhaustion led to mistakes, and mistakes led to funerals. They had already buried too many good men, and Piers refused to let the next funeral he attended be Chris's.
(or, alternatively: a captain goes down with his ship, but who goes down on the captain?)
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"Can I come in?" Charlie asked. He wiggled the doorknob in his hands, forehead pressed against the door. He was sweating—couldn't place why, but all he knew was that he had to see Pim. "Please?"
"That's—not a good idea, Charlie," Pim called, voice strained.
Charlie breathed heavily against the wood, every inhale flooding his receptors with Pim's scent. He sucked at the roof of his mouth like it might have offered him a taste.