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Vod'e An by Triscribe
Have you ever seen a time traveler dropped into the middle of someone else's butterfly effect? How about several dozen someones? AKA I nabbed all my fave clone troopers and sprinkled them into a much happier galaxy, with a touch of violence on top. As a treat.
The Assassin's Apprentice and The Grey Daughter by Winterlyn_Dow
Arya Stark has the potential to become great within her order, if only she can let go of the past. Some things are easier said than done. Jaqen H'ghar is her most trusted mentor. Will his guidance help her leave her hurts behind and rise through the ranks or will he steer her down a path of self-discovery?
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Arya Stark, former assassin-in-training and current exile from the mysterious order of Faceless Men, nurses a broken heart and some serious grudges as she makes her way across Westeros, seeking revenge on those who have taken what is most precious to her. Will she find peace in a land still caught up in the throes of war, or will mysterious forces succeed in shaping her destiny, and with it, the destiny of all Westeros?
Image source: IIe Cahier de Principes du Dessin d'après Nature, Louis-François Roubillac, Philippe Louis Parizeau, Jacques François Chéreau, Unsplash
A Thing Called Hunger by Syrina
Lucanis had never been so amused watching someone eat. She paused as she considered every bite, sometimes halving it, like she worried about taking too much though none of her bites could be considered anything but diminutive. She chewed thoroughly, vigorously, always with her fingers pressed to her lips to shield herself. She savored, letting out quiet little sounds of appreciation.
“Is that thyme?” she asked suddenly.
“It is.” He was surprised she could detect it. He had used the barest sprinkling, just enough to tame the bitterness of the onions.
A stirring in the back of his skull, movement from a phantom that had held himself so strangely patient that the absence of him was more jarring than his presence. Cook for her more.
A spark ignited in his chest, a need.
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Or sometimes a family is a Hunger demon suffering from a long bout of humanity, her Dalish daughter, a demonicly possessed assassin, and the kooky aunts and uncles they've amassed along the way.
Image source: "Farmers and stock in drought near Dickinson, North Dakota." The New York Public Library, Unsplash
86 Days, 87 Nights by orphan_account
“Maybe this really is like Lost,” Samira muses, later that night. “Maybe we all died and this is some sort of weird purgatory.”
It could be morbid, but luckily Robby just laughs. “Sure,” he says. “Why not.”
“Maybe — ” Samira starts, planning to finish that sentence: Maybe Abbott’s the one who survived, but then she shuts up because that’s a cruel thing to say.
“Yeah,” Robby says, heavy, like he knows anyways. “Yeah, maybe.”
Image source: Lucija Ros, Unsplash
in the desert by Iravaid
Simon Riley drags himself out of a shallow grave, exhausted and severely injured. Alone and with no other choice, he walks into a desert that sees him more useful dead than alive.
Or - the missing 20 hours between Simon Riley freeing himself from live burial and being found by the Texas Ranger.
Image source: Marcus Ganahl, Unsplash
I Like Jane For You by icopythefax
After a mix-up leaves Hayden with the wrong phone for three days, he ends up learning more about Ilya Rozanov and his secret girlfriend, Jane.
Another Hayden-Finds-Out, because we can't have too many.
*now with the extra continuing Hayden-Rozanov friendship text threads*
a circular staircase by parsnipit
“Simon?”
Simon slides a book into place before turning around. The man in front of him is lean, worn thin, with bags like dusky thumbprints beneath his eyes. He’s swallowed by the massive black hoodie he’s wearing, his hands wedged deep into his pockets and his shoulders hunched.
For reasons he cannot begin to understand, Simon wants to crush this man into a tiny ball and then shove him into the mouth that gapes, screaming, around his own starved heart.
He doesn’t do that, obviously. He’s on the clock.
Or: Ghost loses his memories and falls in love with his husband, again.
Image source: Nathaniel Hurd, American, 1768, The Metropolitan Museum of Art (at the time this ring was made, it would have been worn as a mourning token/memento, which is especially fun for the premise of this fic)
yours to keep by Anonymous (@soitgoesanonymous)
“You look like a fuckin’ idiot with those on indoors, you know.” “You were the one complaining!” “You were the one that looked sick!” “Captain,” Ghost sighed, and Soap imagined that behind the glasses, he was rolling his eyes. “I’m not sick. And if I was, I wouldn’t’ve waited two hours before wheels up to say something about it.”
Image source: The martyrdom of Saint Sebastian, Bologna School circa 1600-1620
Terror in War, Ornament in Peace by WerewolvesAreReal
After bringing the cure to France, Napoleon points out that the execution of a Chinese prince - even an adopted one - may well spark a war between China and England. Laurence grudgingly agrees to stay in France with the expectation that he and Temeraire will live a long and boring life away from any fighting, but he doesn't expect Napoleon's persistence.
Image source: Henri Lajarrige Lombard, cover illustration from the 'Temeraire' trilogy collection 'In the Service of the King,' Portrait of Napoleon I
all creatures great and small by anecjotes (klickitats)
The first thing Cullen teaches his mabari is how to find the Herald.
Image source: Century Library
Orphans by riversiders
Bruce Wayne is being threatened by a violent stalker. Clark Kent is incapable of letting it go.
Image source: Eurasian Eagle-Owl by Wright, Magnus von - Finnish National Gallery, Finland, Unsplash
Sufficient and Condign by ladyshadowdrake
Once, when he had been sitting in the cell on the Goliath for weeks already, almost longing for the noose if only it would put a period to the cloying purgatory, Tharkay had whispered back, "I have never loved anyone as I have loved you."
What Tharkay said in his own voice was, “Goddamn you, Will Laurence.”
Image source: Atlantic Rollers, 1900-1940, Beatrice Bright (d. 1940), Birmingham Museums Trust/Birmingham Museum & Art Gallery
edge of providence by adiduck (book_people), whimsicalimages
“Are you going to kill me right here, Mand’alor?” Obi-Wan manages.
Fett freezes, his hold loosening, and shoves away from him as if burned, getting to his feet. Obi-Wan coughs, looks up to where the man is watching him with some strange mix of emotion. His shields are exceptionally strong, for a null.
“There is no Mand’alor,” Fett says finally, and walks right out of the room.
(Or: 15-year-old Jedi Padawan Anakin Skywalker crash-lands on Kamino on the one day a cycle when the seas are calm and the storms abate. At the time, he doesn’t think much of it. Later—much later—he will come to see it as an omen.)
Image source: Wookieepedia
Ain't No Grave (Can Keep My Body Down) by spitandvinegar
It's six in the morning, and Steve is heading out on a run when he nearly trips over a bouquet of sunflowers on the front steps of his brownstone.
For a second paranoia takes over, and he kicks the flowers a little, waiting for them to explode. They don't. They also came with a card, which he picks up. The front of the card has a tasteful picture of the Brooklyn bridge at sunset. It's very nice and sedate, like the kind of card you would buy to give to your boss. On the inside someone has written a short message in big, shaky block letters.
I AM SORRY FOR SHOOTING YOU.
Steve sits down hard on the steps.
The Moth by sacrificethemtothesquid
Moths seek out light, he thinks, and die for it. Maybe they know, but they still can’t stay away. He feels like that, a slow, inexorable urge to set himself on fire in the wild blaze of her hair.
Image source: Adrian Wilkins concept art
Towards the Sun by MuffinLance
Zuko botches his escape on the day of the eclipse and sits out the war in prison. What will the Gaang do with a new Fire Lord they can't trust? Season Four "Zuko never joined the Gaang, and he's really bad at being good" AU.
Featuring Azula's extended field trip, June not signing up for this, and Sokka's increasing desire to scream. Come get your international politics with a side of baby dragons.
Image source: Lelie - 1775 - Rijksmuseum, Netherlands
Nightfall by Leletha
Canon-divergent: 20 years after Chief Stoick’s wife and son were lost in a dragon raid, the Vikings of Berk shoot down a Night Fury…and its rider, a feral youth who believes he is a dragon.
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Cloudjumper takes Hiccup along with Valka that night. Twenty years later a completely feral Hiccup, believing himself a dragon, is stranded on Berk...
Includes Nightfall, the sequels Stormfall and Freefall, and various prequel and flashback short stories.
Image source: Century Library