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A series of one-shots following three teenage boys with the ability to see ghosts (Thomas Watson, Tubbo Smith-King, and Ranboo Mneme), three ghosts, (Wilbur Soot, Dave 'Technoblade' Bardin, and Jay 'Schlatt' Smith), a demon named Dream, as well as their friends and family -both dead and living- through their lives.
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Any registered nurse or physician found to be administering suppressant medication, or any medication that can be prescribed off-label to induce a suppressant effect, will be terminated immediately and subject to criminal proceedings.
Protecting Omega Fertility is Everyone's Responsibility. See Something, Say Something.
When you're one of only a third of the population who can bear children, and you want nothing less, there's little choice but to take the illegal drug, pose as a Beta for your entire life, and deal with the dysphoria, dysregulation and loneliness.
It's been working out just fine (not fine) for Whitaker so far. He just didn't count on the two Alphas who keep screwing each other in secret to take an interest.
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Carved Myself Too Close (To Bone) by bigbootsmanofwar (WorkID: 82293691)
Summary: Any registered nurse or physician found to be administering suppressant medication, or any medication that can be prescribed off-label to induce a suppressant effect, will be terminated immediately and subject to criminal proceedings.
Protecting Omega Fertility is Everyone's Responsibility. See Something, Say Something.
When you're one of only a third of the population who can bear children, and you want nothing less, there's little choice but to take the illegal drug, pose as a Beta for your entire life, and deal with the dysphoria, dysregulation and loneliness.
It's been working out just fine (not fine) for Whitaker so far. He just didn't count on the two Alphas who keep screwing each other in secret to take an interest.
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too afraid to love you by kkingofthebeach
Fandoms: Les Misérables - All Media Types, Les Misérables - Victor Hugo
28 Oct 2020
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Enjolras is a university dropout and Grantaire is an addict. Between them they like to think they’ve got enough misfit friends to make a difference in the world - or London at the very least - if hedonism doesn’t get the better of them.
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too afraid to love you by kkingofthebeach (WorkID: 902414)
Summary: Enjolras is a university dropout and Grantaire is an addict. Between them they like to think they’ve got enough misfit friends to make a difference in the world - or London at the very least - if hedonism doesn’t get the better of them.
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quantify the effects of your smile on my psyche by orphan_account
Fandoms: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV), Marvel, Marvel Cinematic Universe
19 Nov 2013
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She's fifteen her first year at MIT, and she's lost, too smart for her own good and too damn scared by the world, decked out in polos and skinny jeans and a pair of red converse she's had for years.
Then there's Fitz.
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23 Apr 2026
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The Dance of the Seven Veils by marketchippie
Fandoms: Measure for Measure - Shakespeare
26 Dec 2010
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"Blindness shall be a luxury." Post-play: Isabella, within the confines of her marriage, is driven to questions of faith, state, and sex.
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22 Apr 2026
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The Dance of the Seven Veils by marketchippie (WorkID: 144703)
Summary: "Blindness shall be a luxury." Post-play: Isabella, within the confines of her marriage, is driven to questions of faith, state, and sex.
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i'm not the moon (i'm not even a star) by serinesaccade
Fandoms: Les Misérables - All Media Types
16 Aug 2020
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“The amnesiac has questions,” says Grantaire. Boyfriend grips the wheel. “Don’t worry, we’ll start with the 200 dollar Jeopardy trivia.” A semi roars past them. “What’s your name?”
The perfect sinew and bones of his fingers relax. “Oh,” he murmurs. Just like that, defenses lowered. “Enjolras.”
“Cool,” Grantaire says. “I’m Grantaire.”
Something happens to Enjolras’ face which, if you zoomed in, might be considered a smile. “I know.”
“How long have we been dating, Enjolras?”
The almost-smile is gone. The gameshow metaphor has become too apt; someone’s lost it all. “That’s complicated.”
Well. Grantaire should’ve known some part of this fairytale was too good to be true. He’s best friends with a streetsmart renegade and someone who wrote him a welcome-back-to-consciousness poem in godawful blue icing on an orange frosted cookie cake. There are nearly ten people who were waiting for him to wake up in a hospital room.
Of course his inexplicable relationship with his supernova hot, socially conscientious boyfriend is ‘complicated.’- Language:
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i'm not the moon (i'm not even a star) by serinesaccade (WorkID: 25166749)
Summary: “The amnesiac has questions,” says Grantaire. Boyfriend grips the wheel. “Don’t worry, we’ll start with the 200 dollar Jeopardy trivia.” A semi roars past them. “What’s your name?”
The perfect sinew and bones of his fingers relax. “Oh,” he murmurs. Just like that, defenses lowered. “Enjolras.”
“Cool,” Grantaire says. “I’m Grantaire.”
Something happens to Enjolras’ face which, if you zoomed in, might be considered a smile. “I know.”
“How long have we been dating, Enjolras?”
The almost-smile is gone. The gameshow metaphor has become too apt; someone’s lost it all. “That’s complicated.”
Well. Grantaire should’ve known some part of this fairytale was too good to be true. He’s best friends with a streetsmart renegade and someone who wrote him a welcome-back-to-consciousness poem in godawful blue icing on an orange frosted cookie cake. There are nearly ten people who were waiting for him to wake up in a hospital room.
Of course his inexplicable relationship with his supernova hot, socially conscientious boyfriend is ‘complicated.’