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[doctor-clair-pine]

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Clair didn’t expect to spend her night in an air-raid shelter. She didn’t expect being surrounded by strangers in that space would prove to be as enjoyable as it was. However, when she started singing to soothe the young child beside her, others joined in and soon enough, as if they were fighting the bombings above them with their tunes, almost everyone was singing along to Vera Lynn’s songs.

“That turned out to be a really strange night…. I can’t believe I’ve only arrived to London this morning…”

[icey-burn]

Todoroki Shouto was seven years old when he came inches from dying at his fathers hand. He had spent most of the day, when he should have been doing lessons with Touya, training with their father. He had messed something up, and though he had done it right so many times before, he still messed it up. This was all it took to light his fathers fuse. The up and coming hero grabbed the small boy by the throat, hand set a flame by his rage. Shouto struggled, gasping as tears streaked his eyes, sizzling as they hit Endeavor’s hand. He was burning himself as his small hands clawed at his fathers large one. He swung his legs, trying to kick his father to get him to let go. But quickly, he felt himself losing his fight, losing himself. All he could hope was that one of his siblings would pass by to save him.

@onexcrispyxboi

[lunaticberserker]

The Recusant’s Trial

@berserkiing 

He had never been on this path before... Fog reached out in smoky tendrils towards him, as if it was luring him deeper into the town. This world appeared for all intents and purposes completely uninhabited, but there seemed to be a presence here-- one that lingered and festered in the darkness. A concept that Saïx could understand. All the same, it did nothing to alleviate his ill feelings of this place. So far as he was concerned, the sooner he could leave, the better. 

Suddenly, a flash of movement caught the corner of his eye. Turning around, he saw a strange figure wearing one of the Organization’s robes standing near a building, a hood concealing its features. 

“You!” he called out, narrowing golden eyes. “What is your business here?”

[lunaticberserker]

👰 [I'M WEAK but i know this is a similar one to what we have going, so if it's too redundant no pressure!]

Send 👰 for an AU where my muse is locked away in a castle and your muse comes to save them. @flamesilocks

It had been two weeks since the coup against the crown prince by the ruling regent. And since then the prince had been trapped by his own guards in a tower, given every comfort yet isolated from his people and allies. It seemed to Saïx that there were only two ways out of this imprisonment: by surrendering to Xemnas and forfeiting his rule as prince… or to end things himself. 

A soft huff left the captive prince’s lips. Xemnas would probably be amused by that turn of events. But honestly, Saïx was expecting the regent to end things himself– either through poison or some clumsy assassination attempt. No… he wouldn’t give Xemnas the satisfaction of such an easy victory. Thinking of the stake sharpened and snapped off from the opulent bed posts, Saïx crossed his arms and stood in front of the door, waiting… 

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She looks familiar, someone  Theon Greyjoy knows in the  back of his mind. Scratching  and clawing it’s way up.      “M’lady...      what are you doing here?” 

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@bastardsxboy| liked for a starter

   “Who taught you how to      do it like that? That’s not      the PROPER way, let me      show you.” 

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   “I’d HATE to resort to      torture to have to make      you talk                          oh wait!      No, I wouldn’t.”