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When he was summoned to the front door of Blight Manor late one dark and stormy night by an incessantly clangorous pounding, Alador was not expecting to see his estranged cousin on the other side.
He certainly wasn't expecting her to foist her own child off onto him.
Alador was a Blight, however. He'd learned to make the most of bad situations - especially when Clawthornes were involved.
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Fishing For Love (Or Something Else Equally Cheesy) by BeebeADeebe for ShaneFirefly
Fandoms: The Owl House (Cartoon)
22 Mar 2024
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Zarina Blight didn't get a lot of time to herself. Most of her free-time was spent was spent wrangling her four annoying little siblings and trying very hard not to strangle her mother and father in their sleep. When Lenora Noceda slipped her a note offering plans at a rather conspicious time and place, however, Zarina decided that she could take time off for this.
If only she could figure out if this was meant to be a date or not.
Or, the fic where the Betas go fishing, try very hard not to flip the boat, and have a few heart-to-hearts along the way.
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Rumors have been circulating Hexside and its participate families - Augustus Porter has been accepted into Hexside, and admitted a whole two grades above his age group.
To Odalia Blight, this is unacceptable - for a number of reasons.
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“Right, that settles it!” Luz declared, leaping up onto the table and immediately slipping off from a Hexside pamphlet, landing on the floor with a THUD! She scrambled back up without missing a beat, striking a pose. “King Clawthorne, I, Luz Noceda, will make it my mission to prepare you for that entrance exam! We are going to find you a second spell, and we’re going to do it in style! You know what that means?”
King jumped up, life returning in a flash, eyes sparkling. “Magic Boot Camp?! Magic Boot Camp?!”
“That’s right! It's time - pause for dramatic effect - for Magic Boot Camp!”
King's all set to enroll in Hexside School of Magic and Demonics... with one slight hiccup: he only knows one spell. Determined not to let this stand, Luz and King set off to the most magical place in the Boiling Isles to train. Titan Magic lingers in the air, however, and the two may find themselves learning a lot more than just a simple spell.
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Honestly? Luz was a little nervous. Being back in a hospital was setting her on edge already, and, as much as she hated to admit it, Amity’s infectious anxiety wasn’t really helping. “Not nervous,” Luz promised anyway, putting on a brave face. “Excited, actually. Really looking forward to getting this weight off my chest.”
“If you make me put up with puns for the next month, I will break up with you,” Amity mumbled, not unburrowing her face from Camila’s shoulder.
Even years after Belos's defeat, Luz struggled with the damage he'd done to her psyche. As they took the next big step in making themself at home in their own skin, however, they found themselves grateful they didn't have to struggle alone.
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Fics for @Luminoushane's Lumity Week 2023! All fics set during the time-skip between "Watching and Dreaming" and the epilogue!
Day One: Azura Book Club.
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There are a lot of reasons Cas is the greatest. One of them is that Dean can come out of the post office with a three-and-a-half-foot-long stuffed shark and he won’t really blink twice over it.
“Charlie got him for us,” Dean tells him, which is technically true. “His name’s Blåhaj.”
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22 Jun 2026
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On the fourth day after Cas leaves, Sam walks into Dean’s room and wrinkles his nose.
“Okay,” he says. “I get the whole — grieving war widow thing you’ve got going on here, but you smell like four-day-old pizza and sweat. That shark smells like four-day-old pizza and sweat.”
Dean glares at him. He tucks Blåhaj closer to his side. “Don’t listen to him," he says.
There’s something oddly comforting about a giant stuffed shark, in times such as these. The look on Blåhaj’s face — the one Dean used to find vacant — now looks wise. Accepting. Like Blåhaj knows there’s nothing you can do but watch Netflix and wait to see what happens.
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Our Guard (a docu-holo sponsored by the Coruscant Communications Bureau) by FortinbrasFTW
Fandoms: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types
26 Oct 2021
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Nonstop civilian protest duty for over a month, the senate's latest hobby seems to be getting abducted for kicks, and now he had to deal with a camdroid shaped pain-in-the-ass following his every move. The powers that be seemed to think that putting him and the rest of the Guard in some holo was the best way to work up some civilian sympathy. Well, at least there was no way his day could get any worse...
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22 Jun 2026
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“You ask me what changed... I will admit, Soldier Bout, it was immensely satisfying to see your General Kenobi walk into my camp with his hands raised in supplication. It was even more satisfying to hear him assure me that he would oversee a Jedi disarmament across the galaxy, to hear him pledge that their time of 'politics' would be over. But... that is not what changed. What changed was that I looked over his shoulder, and what I saw were the faces of your brothers. Brothers who still have a culture, brothers who still have each other…”
The General's voice fell away. It was a moment before he spoke again.
“I saw that, I saw you, and I considered, for the first time in a long time, that there might yet be things in this universe that do not deserve to burn."
The insects sang to the rising sun. Bout turned, listening to them as they rose and fell. After a moment he let out a breath, lowering down to sit on the edge of the ship. His legs dangled in the air, heels just touching the long cream colored grasses that covered the canyon edge. The General stood on his own side of the gangplank, arms clasped behind his back.
Bout pulled a puff cube out of a side pouch and popped it into his mouth. It dissolved on his tongue, tasting of electricity and lemons and something sweet that he didn’t have a name for.
"You know I punched you in the face once," Bout said.
The laugh wracks the Generals chassis for a moment before descending into a handful of muddled coughs that he shakes off quickly enough. "I always wondered who that was. I thought it might have been Kenobi's Commander, the one with the sun on his helmet."
"Cody? No way. He did come through medbay the next day though to tell me off for breaking two of my fingers."
"Well,” the gold eyes sparkled, and Bout realized he didn’t know when his hand had left his holster, “some things are worth breaking for."
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A Domestic-AU for Wash and Maine in an asexual romantic relationship. Happy endings, nothing is perfect but everybody lives. Three kids.
This series will likely be re-ordered with every new addition as I like to keep them in chronological order.
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04 Jul 2025
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When they show to the Freelancer reunion, Wash realizes that he doesn’t actually know if anyone else but Carolina is bringing kids. Or if he told anyone about that bit.
“Did you ever tell anyone we were bringing the kids?” Wash asks suddenly. “Do they know about…about us?”
Maine sends him a look, like, you’re asking if I volunteered information about my life.
Wash realizes he’s the one who mostly comms the others, Maine peeking over his shoulder when he wants to join in. He’s been the one confirming the date for the reunion with Carolina, asking if he should bring any food for the potluck. He realizes he hasn’t talked to Connie since her last special assignment, and while she does know about the whole we got kids now thing she doesn’t know about the us thing beyond the former co-parents thing. He can’t remember if it came up when he messaged the others.
“Uh oh,” Wash says.
Nya sends him a concerned look.
“It’ll be fine,” he says. “It’ll probably be…loud, but it’ll be fine.”
Maine full out laughs.
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Part of him knows Dutch and Hosea are getting frustrated about the lack of progress on finding the Braithwaite’s gold or the Gray’s treasure or whatever the hell it is. Part of him knows everyone is getting nervous about being in one place for so long. Part of him knows that Dutch is stressed and tired, that he’s probably just taking out his frustrations, that he probably doesn’t really mean what he’s saying…
But another, much bigger part of Arthur is stunned and indignant and hurt. And, like a wounded animal, the hurt quickly turns to rage.
“Well how ‘bout you go make us some money, Dutch?”
“…Excuse me?”
(Or: Arthur leaves.)
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18 Jun 2026
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“Good plan,” Hosea says slowly, thinking. “But we need to run it by everyone else, first. Some folk might not be up for it, might choose to go their own way.”
Funny, how easy it is to say it. After all these years, what’s left of the gang might break up, just like that. But this time, the realisation doesn’t fill him with despair.
“Fine by me,” Arthur says. “We’ll send ‘em off with whatever we can give ‘em.”
Hosea nods, pride swelling in his chest. Part of him wishes Dutch, the old Dutch, was here to see this – to see that their boy has grown into a finer, truer leader than either of them could hope to be. He shakes his head before such maudlin thoughts can take over.
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“WHAT IS THE CORRECT ANSWER?”
“I mean... Zooble had so many to pick from!! I talk about my jobs constantly.” Jax started a counter with his fingers. “One-man opera production, president of Paraguay, owner of a meth lab operation. Don’t tell me you forgot about my meth lab operation?”
“Oh he’s lying. Caine, he’s JUST lying! This is not fair!”
“YOU’RE RIGHT! THAT ISN’T FAIR!” Caine chorused.
Caine snapped his fingers.
Jax stiffened.
Jax fell silent. The smile dripped off his face. He looked at his hands. He looked at Caine.
“What did you do?” Jax asked.
“I MADE IT SO YOU CAN’T LIE!”
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Caine has pulled the Circus into a Get-to-Know-You Trivia Adventure! It’s a good opportunity to learn about each other for those willing to play along. It’s an even better opportunity to lie for those who aren't willing to reveal anything. …Until Jax is not allowed to lie anymore.The Circus members have the opportunity to pull answers from Jax he would never willingly admit to under torture.
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16 Jun 2026
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“NOT AN OPTION.” Caine hovered just above Jax, and there was absolute devastation in the limp-eared imploring look Jax craned up to give him as Caine added, “AS A REMINDER, THE QUESTION IS: JAX, WHY DO YOU INSIST ON BEING SUCH A DICK TO EVERYONE TRYING TO HELP YOU?”
And something snapped entirely in Jax. He rasped in a breath so violent it sounded as if it sliced his lungs on the inhale, and on that violent breath, his voice hitched itself, and in a scratched and painful exhale, the words poured out of him.
“I act like a d^@k because I know I’m up NEXT for abstraction. Okay?!” Jax declared, sharp eyes finding Caine, finding everyone. His arm unraveled. He pulled himself up. He had no choice in the matter. “I’m not making it out of here. And I do not WANT a single ONE of you feeling the SLIGHTEST BIT SORRY WHEN IT HAPPENS, GOT IT?” Jax held himself tall, audience to everyone. He slammed his hand to his chest. “I want you to FIND me abstracted in my room and say ‘THANK GOD. Thank god he's gone. Thank god. We were so sick of him.’ And I have every second between now and the moment that happens to make you hate me. So I’m making you hate me, and then I’m gonna make you all so happy on the day you finally get rid of me for good.”