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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Updated today!!!

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Winter in Wisconsin

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Last Lines Tag

Rules: Write the latest line from each of your wips (or post where you last  left off in your art) and tag as many people as there are wips you are working on.

I’m a moron Thanks @iam-jacks-redacted-information for tagging me to do this, it was super fun looking through all my abandoned children WIPs

I. Homies I’m gonna be real with you, if it wasn’t a one-shot then it’s a WIP bc I love to start stuff and then immediately abandon it. So buckle up I suppose we’re gonna go on a batshit wild ride!

The water below bubbled away, unbothered by Kenma’s quiet rage.

She could see massive blasts of cursed energy ripping through buildings, shattering windows and sending shards of glass cascading through the air like snow in a blizzard.

Nick suspected his things were likely carefully hidden away somewhere in Miles’ office; he didn’t bother to verify this suspicion.

That made his heart flutter and weakened his knees — he was definitely going to get some later.

“Is it always like this?” Sakusa asked. //“Every. Damn. Day,” Atsumu replied. (Ik ik I cheated again but this exchange is too funny to leave half out)

“I don’t want to touch that shit, and I don’t want it in my house.”

He should have been there to drive her home.

She took the blunt straight from Molly’s hand and took one long drag before delicately returning it between his outstretched fingers.

Simon was pulled from his grim reverie.

Okay that’s all the standalone WIPs, I also really wanna do by-chapter for my magnum opus that I haven’t touched in like a year 😅

He’d just watch Kenma play a few more rounds, and then check on her.

“I look cute,” Kuroo said firmly, jerking his chin up proudly. // “Let’s go home.” (Ik this is cheating but I can’t post three words)

Kuroo groaned and his shoulders slumped in utter defeat.

“No,” Takae said, resolute, “you’re right.”

“Akaashi couldn’t have been more wrong.”

“Just ask him… Ask him about the night we all went out drinking.”

Bokuto had been in top form that night, unstoppable and unflappable, much as Kuroo tried.

I’m tagging @thatradicalrobot @couldjanot and anyone else who’d like to give this a shot!!

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Hey, I’ve been writing this FAHC origin story for a long time. It was on hiatus for a couple months but I resumed writing and we’re back baby! Updates on a monthly basis, over on AO3.