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Title Kintsugi
Fandoms Avatar: The Last Airbender (Cartoon 2005)
Word Count 11
Rating G
Category F/M
Characters Yue, Lu Ten
Tags AU - Canon Divergence, Established Relationship, Love, Friendship
Summary Love Story
Link https://archiveofourown.org/works/69852086
Written for @ficwip, @ficwip5k.
Violet hates court days. It's part of the job, she gets that, and sometimes theyâre even tolerable. This case, she knows, will be anything but. Sheâs surprised theyâre even letting her testify, especially since she knew the victim. And the murderer.
âWell, Violence, arenât you going to buy me a drink?â It pulls a smile to her lips, his eyes sidelong and steady.
âIt's the least I can do.â
The grin he gifts her is worth it all. Looking at her, heâs 21 again, hair windswept, cheeks rosy and hers. âMy thought exactly, Violence.â
This is my submission for @ficwip5k, and it's kind of derranged, but so is Riorgail, and that's why I love them.
You Don't Care About Me (But That Makes Me Want You)
· a 3.7k College/University Patrick Kane/Jonathan Toews Rivals AU
! Smut - BU/BC - AU - Rivals - Bathroom Blowjobs - for @ficwip5k - fandom challenge
Jonny bets Patrick that he can't get five girls' numbers and get them to text back within that night, and Patrick will do anything to get that fifth number
Summary: Daisy and her family and friends take a trip to the beach to celebrate her 30th birthday, but a delayed flight and then a medical emergency get the vacation off to a rough start.
For the @ficwip5k !
Read on Ao3
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âWasting away again in MargaritavilleâŠâ Daisy sang loudly and swayed on her 30th birthday vacation, one hand holding her tiki-shaped orange plastic cup with a little slice of pineapple floating inside. The other arm was over the shoulder of her friend Jemma who was giggling too hard to sing. Her boyfriend, Fitz, was crooning to her while wearing a large straw hat. Daisy sobered a bit and smiled softly as she saw her parents dancing in the tiki torchlight off to the side.
We needed this. Daisy thought. There was a brief pause after the song ended and everyone turned their attention to the band. Daisyâs teammate, Mack, held the microphone and his girlfriend, Elena laughed and blushed. Mack said something sweet Daisy couldnât quite make out in his trembling voice and the garbling of the sound system, but it was clear what was happening anyway: Mack with a small box open toward Elena, now bending down on one knee to ask her the age-old question.
Elena clearly said yes, as she climbed up on the small stage and kissed him deeply. Of course the whole crowd whooped and clapped and whistled.
Daisy was thrilled for them, of course. Sheâd even helped Mack narrow down the ring options. But she couldnât help but look around her and notice she was the odd one out. Mack and Elena, Jemma and Fitz, her parents, all of the other vacationing couples around them⊠It was hard to keep up her silly buzzed party mood after that. Her free hand not holding the drink felt suddenly empty without Carolâs hand to hold. She subtly moved back into the shadows of the bar, sitting on the stools there to just watch the couples and maybe pull her phone out of her pocket to see if she had a textâŠ
No new messages, no word from Carol in the past four hours. Daisy knew Carolâs plane was delayed, but Carol hadnât had an ETA for when to expect her. Daisy sighed. She knew she shouldnât feel sorry for herself; it was Carol dealing with the travel nightmare, after all, while Daisy was here partying with their loved ones. But if she was ever allowed to have a moment of melancholy about a mildly inconvenient situation keeping Carol from being by her side, surely it was on her birthday vacation.
Daisy felt someoneâs presence approaching before she saw who it was. She turned slowly with a bit of an anticipatory eye roll, preparing to fend off a typical hotel bar pick-up line from a dude.
The womanâs face was still hidden by shadows, but Daisy knew her voice immediately.
âExcuse me, maâam. Is this seat taken?â Carol leaned in and winked.
Daisy squealed and jumped off her barstool, abandoning the nearly empty tiki cup on the bar behind her for the night.
âYouâre here!â Daisy stopped grinning just long enough to kiss her girlfriend. âDid you just get here?â
Carol nodded and hummed in the affirmative, kissing Daisy again. âI put my stuff in our room and then came back down as fast as I could. I needed to see you. You would not believe the day Iâve had.â
âAw,â Daisy sighed in sympathy. âAnd you just missed itâMack proposed!â
Carol smiled again. âI saw it just as I was walking up. Couldnât hear anything, but I could see it from the path from the hotel.â Carol nodded toward the route sheâd taken, a flower-lined walking path that wound around the hotel grounds and down to the beach, like a concrete river making its way to the ocean, but with tourists instead of water.
âWanna go for a walk and you can tell me about your trip?â Daisy offered. Other couples were breaking off from the party too, most going back up the path to their rooms for the night or headed to the other nearby hotels.
As Carol and Daisy walked, there wasnât much to see as the ocean was pitch black and the stars were mostly drowned out with light pollution, but the torches and string lights lining the path made it pretty anyway. Carol recounted a stressful day of airport crowds and delayed flights and a missed connection. All for a work presentation for a contractor who ended up rejecting the proposed business deal anyway! The relief of venting to Daisy seemed to deflate Carolâs frustration like a balloon. Sheâd been about to burst with it, but the combination of Daisyâs hand in hers, the sound of the waves to their left and the rustle of palm trees to the right, and the ocean breeze worked their magic.
âAnyway,â Carol concluded when they reached the point where the path looped back in the direction theyâd come from. âItâs over now. And Iâm here with you. Just in time to make your birthday week the best ever.â
Daisy leaned in and slipped her arm around Carolâs waist as they rambled vaguely in the direction back to their hotel.
âA whole week of island life ahead of us,â Daisy agreed. âWe donât have to think about work or stress over anything here.â
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Right on cue, as they approached the party area, Melinda called out, âDAISY! Itâs your dad! Hurry!â
Daisy and Carol took off running the best they could in their flip-flops but were only by Philâs unconscious side a minute before the EMTs pushed them away. Daisy met her momâs worried eyes. Melinda was exceptionally good in a crisis, but the look between them was haunted with the last time theyâd nearly lost himâŠ
âStroke history!â Carol shouted at the EMTs for them, seeing Melinda and Daisy couldnât speak, still in shock. âFive years ago, mild, no lasting effects.â Carol looked to Daisy and then Melinda for confirmation. This spurned Melinda into action and she followed them quickly to the ambulance, filling them in as they went. He was breathing, but they said it looked like a âcardiac event.â Daisy and Carol jogged after the rolling stretcher, unsure of what to do now.
âIâm riding in the ambulance,â Melinda informed everyone, leaving no room for debate. She commanded Daisy, âMeet us there. Donât worry the others.â
Daisy nodded. No sense in ruining Mack and Elenaâs engagement night until they knew more. And Jemma and Fitz were similarly already in their room, but Daisy sent Jemma a text anyway, that everything was probably fine but Phil had passed out and was going to the ER just to be safe. She figured that was vague enough to not worry them for the moment.
(It wasnât, of course, but Dr. Jemma Simmons didnât check her phone and see the text for a few hours.)
In the meantime, Carol helped Daisy focus on what to get from their hotel room in case this turned into an all-night wait.
âCar keys, obviously,â Daisy mumbled, wandering around the room with hands already full of two water bottles and a blanket and her phone.
âHey,â Carol said softly. She took the water bottles and blanket and put them in the now-empty beach bag that had held their sunscreen, swimsuits, and beach towels in preparation for tomorrow. Carol faced Daisy and put her hands on Daisyâs upper arms. She inhaled and exhaled, and Daisy followed suit. âWeâve got this. Let me drive, though.â
Carol winked as she took the keys from Daisy and hooked the carabiner to the strap of the beach bag.
âAre you sure? After the day youâve had?â Daisy searched Carolâs eyes, but didnât find any obligation or frustration or exhaustion there.
âI got what I need to refresh me.â Carol shrugged. âPlus, I need you to figure out where the hospital is. Do you know what itâs called?â
Daisy realized she didnât and texted her mom for an address. They gathered some protein bars and a phone charger, and they rushed down to the rental car.
âFuck, what color was it? White? Why are they always white?â Daisy searched the parking lot. Carol hadnât seen the car yet, so she just clicked the remote in every direction, looking for the lights and sound of a car unlocking.
âAh HA!â Carol spotted it a few rows over, clicking it locked and unlocked a few times, just to be sure.
âThatâs it!â Daisy confirmed.
The drive to the ER and waiting room went similarly, looking everywhere for first the hospital, then the right parking lot, then for the right door, then for any sign of Phil and Melinda inside amidst the noise and general misery.
A text from Melinda came in, finally, informing them that heâd been admitted and was now on an upper floor. A nurse helped direct them to the right elevator. As soon as the doors closed, the silence washed over them, and they visibly relaxed.
âWe have a room number. Thatâs a good sign.â Carol kept Daisyâs gaze and breathed normally, keeping Daisy from a panic attack.
âYeah?â
âYeah, it means heâs not in surgery and not in the ICU.â
Daisy nodded.
Phil was sleeping peacefully with the help of an IV when the girls stepped into the room. Melinda looked up from the paperwork sheâd been filling out. She nodded to the hallway and they stepped back outside.
Melinda was always direct, but she conveyed the news as concisely as possible to ease Daisyâs anxiety.
âItâs his heart. Heâll be okay if he takes medication, goes in for regular tests, and has less stress.â Melindaâs raised eyebrow told them what her suggestion would be.
Sheâd been encouraging him to retire from his university department chair position for the last year. Things had gotten heated in the faculty senate, with parents of university students becoming more overbearing, with technology and academic integrity, with all the online systems that the university kept changing⊠Theyâd both taken the summer off of work as a compromise, but this sealed the deal. Unspoken but understood in this conversation: If Melinda had her way, heâd hand in his resignation and retire as soon as they got back, but Daisy knew heâd never leave like that without a replacement hired and trained. Loyal to the core, even to institutions who never appreciated him enough.
âThe doctors still admitted him to a hospital room, though?â Carol prodded.
Melinda sighed. âThey want to keep an eye on him overnight. If it happens again, itâs time for heart surgery. If he doesnât but still gets any worse, they said the diagnosis might change.â
She was a champion of stony-faced determination and resilience. Never one to complain or even admit when sheâd been beaten. Daisy usually considered it a virtue that was nearly impossible to emulate. But tonight, Daisy could see the toll this was taking on her mom. Melinda looked years older than she had a few hours ago, and she kept glancing back at Phil through the open door to check on him.
Carol offered, âCan we get you anything? Water, tea, something to eat?â
Melinda just nodded and headed back into the hospital room, leaving Carol to decide what that meant.
âIâm going to stay with her.â Daisy watched as Melinda took Philâs hand and whispered that Daisy and Carol were there, but his eyes stayed closed and the monitors kept their steady watch over his healing rest.
Carol squeezed Daisyâs hand and set out on her quest for something comforting, perhaps chamomile tea.
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âUgh,â Carol groaned and stretched. Sheâd slept sitting up. Was she still in that damn airport?
She peeked open her sleepy eyes, saw the dawn illuminate the sheer curtains, and realized where she was.
Professor Phil Coulson, PhD, had been her mentorâher life raft, reallyâas her family had fallen apart while she was away at university. She wasnât even a history major, but his History of Space Travel course had given her life a clear direction, a purpose, a calling. Heâd been there after the Christmas break when coming out to her parents hadnât gone well. Instead of telling her to grow up or to hide her true self or to not let it affect her schoolwork, heâd called his daughter, also a student there who was already out and proud as bisexual. With a knowing smile, he left them in the history buildingâs courtyard so they could bond over being queer young women and everything else they had in common.
Theyâd taken a while to confess their feelings for each other and name their relationship, but in the years since, being with Daisy and her family felt far more natural than Carolâs own blood relatives ever did. But family wasnât all happy, easy times. Sometimes it meant hospital rooms and fear and your turn taking care of those who took care of you in your time of need.
Daisy whispered that she was going to get coffee, and the doctor called Melinda into the hallway to discuss further tests and follow-up with Philâs doctors back home.
âWhat a vacation, huh, Doc?â Carol scooted her chair closer to Philâs side. âYou know, we really need you to be healthy for a long time to come. But you have to at least promise me youâll be healthy for Christmas, okay? Thereâs a question Iâm gonna ask. But I need you to be here for it. And assuming she says yes, we really need you here for that too. You understand me?â Carolâs eyes welled up without her consent. âYouâve gotta get healthy and strong again. Thereâs so much left for you to do. WeâŠâ
Carol trailed off, and she heard Melinda thank the doctor and come back inside. Carol sniffed and wiped her eyes in a hurry.
Melinda walked over to place a hand on Carolâs shoulder and said simply, âItâs okay. He knows.â
They exchanged a wordless understanding. âThank you,â Carol said finally. The emotional heaviness in the room was broken as Daisy returned with breakfast and coffee.
Phil groaned. âBring any for me?â he rasped out. This led to delight and relief, but also a flurry of nurses as they filled him in on the last nine hours and the life changes he needed to make.
âYouâre one lucky bastard that this is all you need,â one of the nurses teased while handing Melinda a sheet of instructions and a prescription list. âIf itâd gone undetected much longer, youâd be on an operating table right now. You must have a whole crew of guardian angels looking out for you.â
âYeah,â Phil said softly and looked to Melinda, then Daisy, and then Carol. âI really do.â
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Phil took a few more days to recover, but then he and Melinda flew home early, using their time off to instead have serious discussions about appointments, health, budgets, retirement, and all the things that come with a major medical wake-up call.
Daisy had been in communication with Jemma throughout their time at the hospital and Jemma had helped translate the medical jargon, and she and Fitz had visited the next morning when they were ready. Elena and Mack brought a get-well card and fruit basket and offered their help with anything Phil and Melinda needed.
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However, in the days after that, the vacation had turned into less of a group activity and more of a coincidence that four couples had been in the same place. With her parents safely home and back to their regular life, Daisy was determined their last day, her actual birthday, would bring the friend group back together for a full day of shared happy memories.
âAnd thatâs why weâre renting the boat,â Daisy explained as the friends lounged on the beach for the âgroup meetingâ she had called.
âRad.â Carol lathered sunscreen on Daisy's back. âBut whoâs going to sail it? My pilotâs license is only for small planes, not boats.â
Mack was the next guess, as the group turned to him and he held up his hands. âNo, no. I fix cars. No idea what all the rules of the ocean are.â
Elena pulled down her sunglasses in dry humor. âWeâre lucky weâre getting him on the boat at all.â
Daisy smirked at their banter, but assured them all, âThe boat comes with a captain. We donât have to do anything but follow instructions and enjoy ourselves.â
Business concluded, they relaxed for their beach afternoonâwith no other events or activities or tours or agendas for a few hoursâwhich Daisy realized was their first beach time all together all week.
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What Daisy didnât know is Carol had been in communication with the boat company secretly for a birthday surprise. When they arrived at the boat, it was suspiciously quiet. Yet Carol was undaunted.
âCâmon, letâs check it out before the others get here!â Carol bounded ahead of Daisy onto the dock and turned back to see Daisy following skeptically.
âShouldnât we at least wait for the captain or something?â She tilted her head in a way that made Carol return to kiss her. While Daisy wasn't one to turn down an adventure, she liked to know when she was trespassing or going to be in trouble before she did it.
âYouâre so cute. Now, letâs go!â
Carol took Daisyâs hand this time and led her aboard, swinging open the unlocked gate to the boat entry with ease. Thatâs when Daisy was sure something was happening.
They stepped onto the open-air passenger deck, and Daisy only had a second to notice the birthday decorations before the oddly arranged deck furniture exploded into smiles of their friends and cheers: âHappy birthday!!!â
Daisy laughed, âThanks, guys.â
âDid we surprise you?â Carol asked, like a golden retriever who had just done a new trick.
Daisy couldnât let her down, but she was honest, âI had no idea! Though I did think it was a little weird that we could just walk on the boat without anyone here.â
They laughed and rearranged the stacks of coolers, bench cushions, and tarps as Elena and Jemma climbed fully out of the built-in storage.
Before the party could begin, the boatâs crew stepped out from the crew-restricted area and greeted their passengers for the afternoon and presented safe guidelines. With a ring of a brass shipâs bell, which they made Daisy perform with gusto as the birthday girl, they backed the boat away from the dock and into the harbor, then turned toward the bay and open water.
The friends held on tightly to the railings as the shoreline grew smaller and the waves bounced them higher. Carol watched Daisyâs joy in careful, infatuated study. She wanted to remember this moment for the rest of their lives: Daisyâs messy, short, dark ponytail fluttering in the sea breeze, the exhilaration of the salt air and the temptation to let go of the railing to hold Daisy close⊠Carol resisted, knowing sheâd fly off balance, but the urge to simply be as close to her as possible remained.
When the boat settled down into a slower speed, and then only rocked on the water with a stopped motor, Carol plopped onto one of the cushioned benches and pulled Daisy onto her lap.
âThank you,â Daisy said with a peck to Carolâs cheek, âfor all of this.â
âHey, you found the boat. All I did was make it a birthday party. And Iâm not even sure the decorations survived.â
Above them, the sagging banner with Happy Birthday written on it and tangled balloons tied to the ropes were all looking worse for wear.
âItâs still good,â Daisy concluded.
With a loud bang of an accidentally slammed door behind them, they started into standing and turned. Fitz emerged from the boatâs miniscule galley with a cake as Jemma tried to latch the door to keep it from banging again while wrestling a small stack of plates, plastic forks, and a very real cake-cutting knife.
Fitz set the cake on the life-vest-storage-turned table in the middle of the deck. âThey wouldnât let us light candles, so just⊠I dunno, stand there.â
Jemma set down her items and lifted her hands to direct the friend group like a choir. They sang happy birthday, distinctly not with choral-worthy skill, but it was all Daisy needed to feel special and loved, as was the intention.
When they were done, Daisy closed her eyes, âIâm making a wish!â She turned her face to Carolâs and blew a puff of air.
âSomeone help,â Daisy pretended to whine, âthis light wonât go out.â
They all chuckled at her joke, but the attention of the party turned to Jemma carving up the cake and distributing it in accordance with requested frosting-level preference.
Carol, however, only had sappy puppy-dog eyes for Daisy calling her a light that wouldnât go out.
âI promise,â Carol said, with cheeks nearly sore from smiling so much in the bright afternoon sunlight.
âPromise what?â Daisy draped her forearms lazily over Carolâs shoulders and her fingertips teased the delicate skin hiding under Carolâs wind-whipped blonde waves.
âTo be your sunlight that wonât go out.â
Daisy smiled softly as she replied, âAnd when you canât be, Iâll be the moon, shining it right back for you.â
Daisy and Carol obeyed gladly, taking their slices and settling in on the benches with their friends, watching the gulls sweep over the water and hoping to see other wildlife at the surface.
âSo,â Carol said after a time, âmaybe not the perfect birthday vacation with a night spent in the hospital cardiac ward at the start, but still a good ending?â
âYeah.â Daisy met the eyes of each of themâJemma, Fitz, Mack, Elena, and Carol. âThank you, all of you, for this week. Itâs been rough at parts, but my mom says my dad is recovering well and just needs to rest. Which⊠seems unlikely. But if anyone can handle him, Mom can.â
They chuckled, all of them knowing how true her assessment was.
âBut just, thank you,â Daisy continued. âItâs not in the perfect beach days or the romantic dates or margarita happy hours that show who your real friends are. Itâs the people there in the hard times. Who check in even though they literally just got engaged.â
They all turned to Mack and Elena, who raised their drinks in acknowledgement.
âAnd the friends who can translate medical speak into human language.â Daisy nodded to Jemma, and then addressed Fitz, âAnd who can be both funny and helpful at the same time.â
She got to Carol and her voice softened. âAnd the kind of partner who loves your parents like her own.â
Carol quipped, âProbably more to be honest.â The rest of them laughed as expected, but more in empathy than pure humor.
Mack broke through the bittersweet moment before it could get awkward. âTo Daisy!â
Daisy intended to protest and counter, âTo friendship,â but she was drowned out by the toasts to her as the birthday girl, the one who brought them all together.
For one moment, as bright as the shining sea all around them, love and joy won out over all the fears and sadness of the world.
The sappy moment exploded like a firework as a pod of dolphins splashed behind the boat. Their attention turned to the ocean for the rest of the boat ride.
The vacation continued on: photos taken and sun setting and packing up to head home.
But Daisy froze that birthday in her memory as one of the best she ever had.
wrote a fic for the 2025 ficwip 5k challenge! @ficwip5k @ficwip
Title: miracle of happiness | Series: Distant Oceanic Getaway | Rating: Teen & Up Audiences (PG-13) | Relationship(s): femslash, Kelsey/Player Character (Maeve) | Wordcount: 922
Summary: Occurrences regarding a crossed threshold.
Notes: Ficlet - Alternative Universe setting which follows Kelsey's secret route + adds some headcanon details. The Player Character is going by the default name "Maeve" and is using She/Her pronouns.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Good Omens (TV)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens)
Characters: Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale (Good Omens)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Human, Blind Date, Dating, Awkward Dates, (not between Aziraphale and Crowley), First Meetings, Getting Together, Flirting, Canon-typical Alcohol Consumption, Food, Anxious Crowley (Good Omens), Anxious Aziraphale (Good Omens), Light Angst, Romance, Fast Burn, First Kiss, POV Crowley (Good Omens)
Summary:
Crowley's not particularly looking forward to spending his evening on a blind date. Fortunately there's someone else at the restaurant with the same opinion.
In which Aziraphale and Crowley start out on blind dates with other people and end up falling a little bit in love with each other instead.
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My entry for @ficwip5kâ! One of those fic concepts that made me laugh every time I came across it in my ideas doc, and Iâm glad I found a home for it in this event!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: ćȘèĄć»»æŠ | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), ćȘèĄć»»æŠ | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Gojo Satoru/Higuruma Hiromi
Characters: Gojo Satoru, Higuruma Hiromi, Other Character mentions
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Powers, grindr hookup, Flirting, Texting, Masturbation, Clan Head Gojo Satoru, Lawyer Higuruma Hiromi, Orgasm Denial with a Happy Ending, Mild Sexual Content, Humor
Summary:
Among Satoruâs messages thereâs two new alerts from the Tokyo area: one from a guy in Shinjuku with faded kool-aid pink hair and a lot of tattoos, and the other from a lawyer in Yanaka who, despite looking a little sleepy in his photo, also looks incredibly handsome with his dark, styled hair and prominent nose. Heâd just as soon entertain advances from either of them, so he taps them both back without much thought.
He sets his phone aside, but almost immediately, thereâs the ping of a DM. He assumes itâs the tattooed guyâhe looks like the kind of guy still pulling all-nighters in clubs; but to Satoruâs surprise, itâs the lawyer.
[Or: Soon-to-be-clan-head Gojo Satoru and Lawyer Higuruma Hiromi meet on Grindr, then find out they have one thing in particular in common.]
okay luvs my last dragon FP fic for a bit - it's just a lil one too - and technically half-dragon lolz so here is my submission for this years @ficwip5k
The One Who Holds The Key
The day Henry Fox, a mage from a line of supposed untold power, walked into the Black Dragon Inn was the day everything changed for Alex. Heâd been running this inn for almost a centuryâlong enough that the days often blurred together in a comfortable, predictable rhythm of firewood, food, ale, and quiet. Travelers came and went, but few ever paid him more than polite interest. Magic, still whispered in the bones of the place, but was rarely mentioned within its walls. Dragons even less so.
Most people didnât look twice at the carved black dragon above the hearth or wonder why the inn bore such an ominous name. They didnât notice that the innkeeper barely aged.
or
The day Henry, a mage searching for help to rescue his father, made his way to Alex's inn, led them both to so much more than they would have expected.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
A wordless noise of pain leaves him, and for the first time in her life, her son swears at her. "Get the fuck away from me! Get away!" His arms shove her away, and when she hits the wall, there's a stunned silence that unfolds between them, her son's dark eyes widened in his face as if he doesn't quite understand what he's done, yet somehow wrapped up in a fury that she has never seen before on his face. He's never bared his fangs at her the way he is now, and at the same time, she can tell that the moment he does it, that he knows it's wrong, that he's done something out of character.
In Omaha, Nebraska, a couple finds that their son changes in the literal sense â his dynamic suddenly changes one day without answers. As they adjusted, they have no idea that the changes ripples through his memory and soul.
â raise the dead, finish the thought.
a reincarnation au for @ficwip5k.
5k+ wordcount, one shot.
