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Jack Abbot is eighteen years old when he gives up on having a soulmate.
Samira Mohan never imagines that she’ll have a soulmate.
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“You don’t have to come,” she’d told him, when Robby gave her the summer schedule, when she saw this ballet, this debut. “This one isn’t that important. There’s no reason for you to fly all the way back for one night.”
“Okay,” he’d replied.
Fifteen minutes later her phone had buzzed with his flight details.
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- Part 3 of rabbit and rogue
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As he keeps staring, he notices that there’s something off about the way Samira is breathing—almost like she’s having another panic attack. He starts forward in alarm, his vision focusing, sharpening.
From what he can see, her breath is coming in small pants, her head thrown back against the pillow, her mouth making small movements Robby supposes are cries for help. “Dammit, Jack, where the fuck are you?” he says aloud desperately, about to turn around and run down the hallway and pound on the door himself, when he catches a glimpse of exactly where Jack is and realizes he’s gotten it all wrong.
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“What? It’s an emergency, she’s stranded. Plus you guys broke up forever ago. You’ve gotta be over it by now.”
Jonathan places a preemptive hand on his forehead, soothing away the headache he knows is coming. “Of course I’m over it, but that’s not the point.”
“Jonathan.” Will’s voice is serious. “She is stuck. In the city you live in. You want her sleeping on the floor of a bus station?”
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Samira makes it almost halfway, stubbornly refusing to take the elevator, before her feet stop on the fourth step between the seventh and eighth floors. She can feel the blood pumping through her veins, the air rushing through her lungs, the strain in her hamstrings from too many days swiping away her Down Dog notifications, and she knows that she is alive.
She also knows that Orlando Diaz is not.
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Since she was seven years old, not once has Samira Mohan experienced what most people would call a holiday season.
Instead, every year, she enters that famous lower circle of hell, a season all its own.
The Nutcracker.
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- Part 2 of rabbit and rogue
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Begin and don't stop; or, short fics from Tumblr.
Chapter 14: Nancy takes a deep breath. “I’m . . . I’m engaged.”
Karen laughs. “Don’t be silly. You aren’t even dating anyone.”
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“Robby’s observing today,” Dennis replies, looking vaguely intimidated. “Final decisions on casting for the summer season.”
“Then who’s teaching class?” she asks the barre around her.
“Someone completely useless,” Emery says, rolling her eyes.
Mel leans closer. “Jack Abbot’s back from London. He’s choreographing a new ballet.”
Samira’s heart skips a beat.
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- Part 1 of rabbit and rogue
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And sitting next to him now, Samira comes to terms with the devastating awareness that after years of shoving her sexuality aside to focus on the work, after so many overlapping shifts, after numerous overseen procedures, that the work has shoved back with a reassuring nod and a gruff compliment, her defenses evaporating in an instant.
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On the run, Jane and Guildford find themselves turning to slightly unscrupulous ways to make money to ensure their survival.
Thus, Operation: Magic Horse was born.
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“Tomorrow,” Jonathan says, hesitantly. “If I don’t believe you right away. We should have a code word, or something.”
“It won’t . . . ” Nancy sighs, and shrugs a little. “That won’t work. You won’t remember this at all.” She gives him a rueful smile. “I’m the only one who will.”
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“Wait, wait, wait,” Isaac says, gesturing wildly. “What you’re telling me is that we’ve got 400 ghosts?”
“That’s too many ghosts,” Colin despairs.
Richard shakes his head, grim. “We cannot fight them all.”
“Hey, hey, hey.” Ted snaps his fingers, punctuating each word. “Yes we can fight them all. We just have to work together. As a team.”
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They’re still for the space of a breath, and he’s reminded, not for the first time, of when she taught him how to block.
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Five towns.
Five calls, almost always in the early hours of the morning.
Repeating the town name, to make sure she has it right.
Dropping everything.
Picking up exactly where they’d left off. Until the town is safe, and they go their separate ways. Until the next time.
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He’d grinned at her. Held up his hand.
She’d high fived him, and rushed out to her waiting mother.
It was only as the car door slammed shut that she processed the question he’d asked her.
“Do you want to be my girlfriend?”
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“Arya,” he calls after her. He’s not sure why he does it.
She stops, still facing away, her head tilted down. “I love you too, you know,” she says, quiet, like the words are being pulled out of her.
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into the days of our grace returning by wanderleave (fakelight)
Fandoms: Game of Thrones (TV)
09 May 2019
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Her eyes flick down, his gaze too intense to hold. “You said you loved me.”
“I do.” He says it instantly, plainly. No flowery words, nothing to dress it up. It’s the bastard boy who loves her, not the king, and she feels another crack in her heart of ice.
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don't bring me down by wanderleave (fakelight)
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016), Super 8 (2011)
21 Sep 2018
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The girl frowns.
“Wait, they made you sign stuff? We got out with just sworn statements.”
Jonathan’s hands falter on the door handle. He looks up at the girl, who’s holding her own hand out for him to shake.
“Sorry, I should have said this first. My name is Alice Dainard, and I’m pretty sure what happened to your brother happened to me too.”
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“And what about you, how are you? Are you uh, seeing anyone?”
Later, Nancy will blame many things for the words that come out of her mouth—the wine, Carol, her precarious emotional state—but even as she says them, she knows they will be impossible to take back.
“Actually yeah, I am.”
What has she done?
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“She couldn’t close it,” the Chief’s voice crackled over the walkie talkie.
“Run.”