#part three?

[berberriescorner]

The inspiration this is giving me right nowww! Rio baby! I’m getting ideas.

Y’all want another part three snippet👀?

Yes.

Naw, we can wait.

Voting ended onMar 18, 2023

[enchantestuff]

since i so desperately want to get back into writing pls let me know if a part three to “play pretend” is something we want and if not pls send requests!!! i have mushy brain rn but i miss writing!!

tbh i just miss you guys that’s the real truth

[etcorsolus]

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

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Aiden/Lambert (The Witcher), Eskel/Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Gaetan/Gweld (The Witcher) Characters: Aiden (The Witcher), Lambert (The Witcher), Eskel (The Witcher), Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Gweld (The Witcher), Gaetan (The Witcher), Vesemir (The Witcher), Deidre Ademeyn, Sabrina Glevissig Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Canon-Typical Violence, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Established Relationship, more tags to come Series: Part 5 of Lead Me Home. Summary:

Continuation of A Revelation and A Settled Debt.

[saltpepperbeard]

Peep me having a breakdown/losing my mind because I was out here expecting Lucy Gray to win the hunger games or something equivalent towards the END of the book, only to read and be met with-

[leandraderaven]

Would anyone be interested in a second coda of “Sometimes the wrong side of the tracks can be the right one”?

Anons please feel free to send me answers to my ask box too!

yes I really can’t let go of this alternative universe. I can’t myself. Tommy Shelby and Jughead Jones dynamic is just to great! Who agree?

Read the Fic Series “Heaven found in hell” here

Includes “Sometimes  the wrong side of the tracks can be the right one” and “Green Light”

[steverogersnotebook]

baggijaggi replied to your post “A piece of good news just in the nick of time. I was checking my Care...”

Sending good thoughts Bucky's way! Glad it worked out.

fantastic-fantasy-fanfics replied to your post 

That’s good :) I hope bucky is okay

Thank you!! I’m relatively certain it’s another one of these but it’s not tennis-ball sized this time around (it was more walnut size when we got him in last time) and now the vet knows he’s resistant to antibiotics, so he knows what worked best.

Best case? It goes down on its own (with antiB intervention) and we don’t get to have one of these again.

^^^ last time ^^^

[kaerwrites]

Oh my god, I absolutely LOVE your latest Pavellan fic! Would you ever consider writing a part 2? You have so much talent, and I always enjoy your fics! Keep up the good work! :)

So this is out of order for my first come first serve rule, but here is a follow up to this and this. Hope you enjoy!

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Dorian got the story in bits and pieces – in snatches ofoverheard conversation, or, worse, volunteered from the mouths of those wholegitimately believed they were helping.

- demons and templars –

- closed the rift –

- didn’t see the blooduntil –

- bad place to take ablade, it was. Don’t know how he –

Dorian didn’t want to hear it. He didn’t want to know. Hetried to shake off their voices like the buzzing of so many tiny insects. Pests.The story came to him anyway – the image of Ryn, pale and weak and pained,closing the rift, then dropping to his knees in the snow. He fell, face first,as the others fought on against the red templars the Inquisitor had inevitablybrought back to them, as he hadn’t been able to fight them alone.

By the time they realized his absence from the battle, Rynhad been pale and blue and almost gone, the snow beneath him nearly black withblood, and they’d thought –

Dorian couldn’t bear it. Thinking it made it seem in hisheart as if it had already happened. Ryn’s smile stilled, his flame winked outso uselessly. Dorian’s hand trembled as he checked for a pulse once again. Hisvision blurred as he watched for the rise and fall of his chest.

He thought, it wasinevitable. If this didn’t kill Ryn, something else would. Corypheus,probably. It rose up within him, this surety, and something like panic, chokinghim, making it hard to breathe.

As far as Dorian was concerned, the whole of the world wouldcease to be without Ryn in it – not because their shared venture into thefuture had proven as much, but because Dorian found the idea that anythingmight go on when Ryn did not intolerable.

Ryn’s hands were frightfully cold. His body was terriblystill. Dorian’s tears burned his cheeks. If Vivienne hadn’t been there with herspells – if Cassandra hadn’t wrestled Ryn’s limp cold form into the cart – if Blackwallhadn’t kept the templars from closing ranks –

If Dorian hadn’t decided he’d rather sleep in than ventureout into the snow to protect the man he loved –

If, if, if –Dprian was tortured by ifs. He pressed his lips to Ryn’s hand. His shouldersshook with sobs.

“I hate you,” he said. “You infuriating thing.”

Ryn neither stirred nor answered.