Boiled_Raine
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Nick Cutter loved Claudia Brown.
Claudia Brown no longer exists.
Jennifer Lewis does.
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Villanelle is sent to London for one purpose: doing her job.
Eve also only wants to do her job, and find out who is behind the murders she is investigating.
The two of them never should have met, let alone fallen in love, yet fate had other plans.
Or, the villaneve Romeo and Juliet fusion nobody asked for.
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Times are tough, money is low, and they are still on the run trying to hunt down Caitlin.
The solution? Robbing another museum. This time in Paris.
Or, Bert and Sam were the ones who robbed the Louvre.
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Infiltration of The Daleks by Boiled_Raine
Fandoms: Doctor Who (2005), Doctor Who, Doctor Who & Related Fandoms
06 Aug 2025
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At some point, he was unsure exactly when, he began to notice a trend. Every so often, the Doctor would be going about his life normally- normally for him, anyways, and out of the corner of his eye he would see a Dalek.
The most peculiar thing about seeing these Daleks was not that he didn't expect them to show up all over the place as it was, it was that these Daleks appeared to be acting as if they weren’t, well, Daleks. It was this that made him believe he was going insane for a while, until he was told that no,he wasn’t the only one seeing them. This just made him all the more confused.
It seemed to him as if the Daleks were playing a… prank on him. A big, universal, prank.
Or: The Daleks decide they wanted to find a new way to annoy the Doctor.
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The Ballad of Lucy Gray by Boiled_Raine
Fandoms: The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes - Suzanne Collins, Hunger Games Series - All Media Types
29 Mar 2025
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Lucy Gray was alive.
There was no way of knowing for sure, but Coriolanus could feel the ghost of a presence behind him with every step he took, every flake of snow that landed atop the high rising buildings of the Capitol, and worst of all, in every bird that flew past him, singing the faint ballad of his imposing insanity.