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to adam, from your ribs by sol52
Fandoms: The Locked Tomb Series | Gideon the Ninth Series - Tamsyn Muir
23 Sep 2022
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So, fucking whatever, Nonagesimus, you’d spat me out like a piece of oss that got mixed into your meal and I wasn’t your cavalier anymore - I wasn’t even Ninth - but at least now I was someone’s daughter.
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How Gideon became Kiriona. -
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Eponine just wasn’t used to this - pretty girls like Cosette existed as faraway concepts. Pretty girls like Cosette played on her teams and waved politely to her in the hallways. They maybe tagged her in group team photos and occasionally asked her to pass during practice, but they didn’t walk next to her before a game or ride in Grantaire’s van without a passive-aggressive comment about the interior (or exterior, or everything else about that damn thing.)
Cosette, apparently, had not heard of those guidelines for girls like her.
(College Soccer Team AU - not a Bend It Like Beckham AU, and also not about Bahorel. Apologies in advance.)
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tomorrow's sun hasn't risen (but our sneakers are tied and the city is wide) by PieceOfCait, sol52
Fandoms: Les Misérables - All Media Types
03 May 2021
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Making his way out the door of his building, Enjolras loitered at the corner between his door and Grantaire's apartment and admired the quiet evening.He had always thought campus at night was beautiful - the windows of the dorm building made a yellow and black mosaic that was unique to the night, and the amber lights humming above his head bathed everything in a haze of honey and comfort.
He heard a voice behind him. “Trip down from Olympus alright?”
Enjolras turned. The figure in front of him was distinct despite the thousands dressed in the same unofficial university uniform - hands shoved into a dark sweatshirt, unruly hair in a wild streetlight-gilded halo, dark circles under heavy eyes.
Grantaire was looking at him, eyes crinkling with the start of a smile, lopsided and casual and warm.
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so when you're near me (darling, can't you hear me) by sol52 for Attaquecardiaque
Fandoms: Les Misérables - All Media Types
12 Oct 2020
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Grantaire wished they were still wearing their hockey gear so he could knock Bossuet into the boards without damage. Bodily damage made Cosette upset, and upsetting Cosette was against the law.
Cosette laughed. “Don’t be mean, Bossuet, Grantaire’s just repressed. He’ll get there eventually.”
Okay, so never mind, Cosette was a traitor and he had no sympathy for her.
Grantaire muttered under his breath, and Cosette rolled her eyes as they skated around the bend.
“Oh, don’t be like that. It’s cute! You should talk to him, he might surprise you.”
Bossuet nodded importantly. “And if he rejects you and verbally assaults you to the point of eternal regret, I’ll be there with ice cream and Mamma Mia. You may not have a boyfriend, but we’ll always have the synth from Gimme, Gimme, Gimme.”
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lace up your shoes (here's how we do) by sol52
Fandoms: Les Misérables - All Media Types
17 May 2020
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“My parents won’t hear if I go out the window.”
“You’re gonna climb out the window, onto the roof, then down to the street?”
Enjolras swallowed. “Uh. Yeah.”
Grantaire laughed, and Enjolras’ heart did a funny little thing that he was gonna put in a box to analyze later with Courfeyrac’s help. Enjolras was a lightweight when it came to beautiful boys being stupid with him at one in the morning
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the family amidala by dirgewithoutmusic for randomthingsthatilike123
Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types
15 Feb 2016
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Padme lives. She runs.
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Leia is growing in fits and spurts, eating greedily and crying loudly. She stays in a sling on Padme’s chest when they move, Luke held snug in a sling around Obi Wan’s. Luke gets a whole head of thick brown hair while Leia’s is still patchy and bald, but he never matches his sister’s powerful lungs.
When Padme had been sitting in her high senatorial apartment on Corsucant, holding Anakin’s sweaty hand, she had never imagined she’d be murmuring desperately soothing noises to her fussy daughter while she shot around a corner at stormtroopers, while R2D2 meddles with a ship’s blast doors behind her.
Luke starts teething on a hot jungle planet where they hunker down for three weeks, sleeping in an abandoned old temple and catching the local wildlife for dinner. Leia takes her first steps in the belly of a Corellian freighter they’ve stowed away on. She wobbles between Padme’s outstretched hands and Obi Wan’s knees and boxes of smuggled luxuries. When she falls down, Obi Wan surges forward, heart in his throat, but Leia laughs.
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14 Mar 2020
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Okay what woah
Given the choice, Leia would not have traded purple irises for anything, no matter how it ended. She would have saved them, if she could, but she never would have given them up to save herself this. Leia will carry the Organa’s sunlit breakfast table all her life, the warmth of that home. She will carry Isabel’s voice to distant stars. Her heart will break again and again. She will not Fall.
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A Little Honey & A Little Sun by kvikindi
Fandoms: Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe
10 Jun 2015
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me: "I kind of want to write a fic where Bucky doesn't decide to become a superhero."
me: "Like a fic where he becomes a pacifist beekeeper in upstate New York."
aka: The Emotionally Repressed Bee Farm Love Story
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On Cat food and other non-vegan slices of life by AnnaBolena
Fandoms: Les Misérables - All Media Types, Les Misérables - Victor Hugo, Les Misérables (2012)
19 Sep 2018
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"You don’t look convinced," says Enjolras.
"I can’t see this restaurant going vegan. We’re in France."
"Two percent of France’s population avoids animal products to some extent," Enjolras crosses his arms. "They’re a valuable target group."
"And yet," Grantaire wags a finger at Enjolras, "It strikes me that 98 percent is the bigger number."
a.k.a. Enjolras and Grantaire meet, clash & do some other stuff with food along the way
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27 Jun 2026
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“I don’t really think about stuff like that,” Shane replies in interviews, his lips wooden at the words.
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Shane and being haafu, 2nd gen, and Asian.
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15 Jun 2026
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Amundsen-Scott Station, Antarctica
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In grad school the only flirting he had mastered was the strategic deployment of phrases like ‘oh, really?’ and ‘is that so?’ It was brought to his attention by one of his more regular hookups in the kitchen of his apartment while they were cooking dinner, and he had said whenever Shane wanted to fuck he started talking like a coastal elite college girl who’d never had to ask for it outright. Now, in this strange point of contact with Ilya where it was obvious something vaguely carnal had passed between them, he thought about emulating his particular brand of assured charm. Whatever ideas he’d concocted devolved rather quickly into his own unintentional directness, and he said, “Does it scare you?”“Does climatology scare you?” Ilya’s face was measured and calm, his foot still pressed against the curved joint above Shane’s heel.
“Yeah,” the word came out like a laugh, “it does, actually. A lot.”
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15 Jun 2026