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The Many Ways Frank Could (Should) Have Been Mentioned - Chapter 1

“Do you have some place to go?” Maggie asked, looking at the troubled woman in front of her.

“No. Uh,” Karen frowned, closing her eyes as she pressed her lips together. “Mm..maybe,” she stammered as she met Maggie’s eyes again. “I was going to get the first bus out of town tonight and then…” she sniffed, pulling her shoulders up in a shrug, her hands still shoved in her pockets. “I have a…friend. He's…good at disappearing. Had a lot of practice. I thought I might…” stilling, she swallowed, nodding with her own thoughts. “Go to him. And then…” she trailed off, shrugging hopelessly.

Maggie took note of her reaction. “Is this friend Matthew’s friend too?”

“They uh,” Karen’s eyebrows pulled together as she tilted her head. “They…know, each other.” She said uncomfortably.

“Practice disappearing or running away?” Maggie asked pointedly.

Karen’s tired, red eyes became even more weary. “Maybe sometimes they’re the same thing? I don’t…” Stopping, she inhaled sharply, trying to compose herself. “I have to leave.”

“I can help you.” Maggie offered.

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White Blood - Chapter 6

Part 6 of the All We Do Is Hide Away Series

Matt’s back. Frank doesn’t deal with it very well.

She’s gone for exactly 128 minutes. He counts it, treats it like a countdown to stop himself going insane and scoffs at the fact that he could wait for hours for a mission. Still, silent, the only thing to worry about was his piss jar filling up. He’s good at everything it involves, he always has that control. It just gave him more motivation to keep it going. Except when it comes to possibly losing her. And maybe it’s worse now that they share their lives, but it’s always been that way. It’s partly what brought him back here, even as he watched her, even as he kept up his effort of making sure she was okay and his choice to stay away, the idea that he was losing that connection with her, losing what he’d always understood as her, terrified him enough to push him out of hiding. Since the damn hospital room where he felt this need to let her know she'd been safe, trying to keep whatever connection they immediately had, it's always been there.

It burns at him to stay here waiting. Unlike any mission that always feels offensive, staying here trying not to pace the fucking room just feels passive, useless.

And he’s worried about her. Knows he shouldn’t, but he still knows better than anyone who and what is out on those streets. Just because Murdock is back doesn’t mean there isn’t just as much scum as there was last week. He knows she can take care of herself, but what if something happens? What if tonight is the night someone she’s pissed off with a grip of a story decides to go after her and he doesn’t even know where the fuck she is?

He has to stop himself going for his phone to call her, again. He wants to respect her space, doesn’t want to chase her like an asshole, but fuck it’s hard.

He breathes in the apartment, remembers how many good days he’s had in here, remembers he’s been happy here, remembers he’s in her space, their space.

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This Mess We’ve Made Is Ours - Chapter 3

This Mess We’ve Made Is Ours The 100 Bellamy Blake/Clarke Griffin - Bellarke Explicit - Sexual Content

Summary: The weeks Clarke is gone between Seasons 2 and 3 go a little differently.

She isn’t there the following week. He lasts about an hour after the sun has fully gone down before checking the other surrounding caves, in case…just in case. Then he tries to find his way to the nearby falls because it’s the only close landmark he knows of. He gets lost on the way back, panic and frustration running through as he thinks maybe she’s there now, waiting for him, and he’s stuck in these fucking woods, going around in circles in the dark.

He makes it back; Clarke still isn’t there.

Bellamy goes every night that week. He doesn’t know what else to do.

He thinks about asking Raven for help. Even if she can’t directly get in touch with Clarke, she’s a genius, surely she can think of something. But every time he thinks about it he sees Clarke telling him she doesn’t want to come back and he just can’t. Maybe she wasn’t there because she’s angry at him, because he pushed too much. If he gets others involved maybe they’ll push her away forever and it will be his fault.

He thinks about talking to Lincoln. He’d know the area better than anyone, would think of things Bellamy wouldn’t. He’d be smart about it, and calm. He’d be like Clarke about it. But Lincoln can’t leave Arkadia and he’s sure there's little Lincoln doesn't share with Octavia and she would probably insist they search until they found her, as if it was simple.

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White Blood - Chapter 2

Part of the All We Do Is Hide Away Series Matt’s back. Frank doesn’t deal with it very well.

He’s been ranting to Curtis for a few minutes now, and his friend has been disappointingly unhelpful.

“She and I wouldn’t even be together if he hadn’t died. Gone missing, whatever the fuck he’s done.” He continues, pacing back and forth in Curtis’ apartment.

“What makes you think that?” Curt asks from his spot in his kitchen. He loosens his tie, not long home from work when Frank knocked on his door.

“Cause I knew the bastard, didn’t I?” he says, briefly stopping and looking at Curtis. “They…she loved him.” He adds in a mutter, starting his pacing again.

“And she doesn’t love you?” Curtis questions.

“It doesn’t really matter anymore, does it?” Frank dismisses quietly as he stops at the counter near Curtis. He doesn’t know anymore. He would have said she does. He thinks of the way she looks at him, how they are together. He knows love, and he would have said he knows Karen. But she hasn't looked at him at all in days and right now his mind just feels fucked. And what’s the point of even thinking about it when it’s about to be taken away?

“Frank, why are you being such a special kind of asshole about this?” Curtis asks him. Frank leans both hands against the worktop, hanging his head. He rocks his body, once, twice, three times before letting out a heavy breath.

“I thought I might…I worried I’d lose her, that she’d be…taken away from me. I didn’t think it was going to be like this.” He would have done everything he could, killed any fuck he had to, would have gone down himself to protect her, but he knew it was still a possibility something could happen. And maybe he’d be found out and he’d have to leave. Someone in her life not accepting him. Or maybe she would have had enough. He would have fought, for her, for them, but if it was what she really wanted, he would have gone. But not this, not Matt fucking Murdock coming back from the goddamn grave to ruin them.

“Right now it seems like you’re throwing her away.” Curtis says.

“Oh, fuck you, Curtis.” He scoffs, doing a double take to avoid his friend’s face as much as possible, but still he sees something that looks like pity, Curt not rising to the bait.

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Into The Good Life - Chapter 5

Part 5 of the All We Do Is Hide Away Series

Frank and Karen continue to navigate their relationship. The Lieberman’s want to meet Karen.

Frank and Karen are keeping Sarah company in the kitchen as she clears the table. David is out front with Leo and Zach. Frank wanted to give them time to deal with earlier, figures David wants to talk things over with them. Karen’s tried a couple of times to help Sarah, picking up glasses and bringing them to the counter, but Sarah kept taking them off her and finally Karen stood next to him instead.

“Thank you for before, for what you said to Zach.” Sarah says to Karen as she piles the desserts plates.

“You’re welcome,” Karen folds her arms next to him, a small tell she’s uncomfortable and he tries not to frown. “I hope I helped. Is he okay?” Karen asks. Sarah stills, letting go of the napkins she was gathering together.

“He, uh… he struggled when David was gone,” Sarah starts, looking back at them and meeting Frank’s eyes. Frank remembers how much of an asshole he is when his first thought is not about the wellbeing of Zach, about how he was last year – that is a close second, coming a split second after – but his immediate thought is about how Karen will take that very obviously private look to him from Sarah. He didn’t tell Karen about Zach. It wasn’t his place, and he didn’t think it mattered much anymore. He thought David being back would have shifted all of that. “I thought it would get better now – and it has. He seems happy again. But sometimes…" She sighs. "I think we’re all having some trust issues but Zach's peers can be mean. And they don’t exactly make an announcement when your parent comes back from the dead, telling the world that he’s not actually the traitor they made him out to be.” Sarah chuckles darkly as she picks up the napkins and puts them on top of the plates.

“I could tell them.” Karen suggestions, making both him and Sarah look at her.

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The Million And One Ways Arya Could (Should) Have Been Mentioned - Chapter 69

“It’s good to see you.” Jon said sincerely as he and Tormund paired off together ahead of the others.

“You as well, Southerner.” Tormund replied, making Jon smile.

“Are you coming back to Winterfell after this?” Jon asked.

“I thought this mission was taking you back to the Dragon Queen?” Tormund questioned with a frown.

“It is – afterwards, I meant afterwards. You shouldn’t stay here.” Jon advised.

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

“The King in the North! I heard all about you!” Hot Pie said, his eyes still wide. “I take it you went back North then?” he asked Arya, briefly looking at her before turning back to Jon. “The pie is good today. Cherry,” he said proudly with a raise of his eyebrows. “Mind I always told you how to make a good cherry pie?” he turned to Gendry, involving him. “Winter’s made it hard – ain’t them your words or something?” he searched over Arya and Jon with a frown.

A collection of drabbles of everyone meeting Hot Pie as the group makes its way to King's Landing.

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A collection of short drabbles of how Arya could have been mentioned.