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The Final Voicemail by orphan_account
Fandoms: Jurassic World: Chaos Theory (Cartoon), Jurassic World: Camp Cretaceous (Cartoon)
17 Aug 2025
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Darius has been sending voicemails to Brooklyns phone almost daily after she passed away.
Now he was struggling. Bad. He was about to send her one last voicemail before letting go and ending his suffering.
What he didn’t expect, was the call to go through. -
You Gave Me Purpose, Kacchan by wowschreave
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
22 Aug 2024
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UA Teacher Izuku x Pro Hero Katsuki; basically a fic about the eight-year gap!
This is a journey about two heroes as they navigate their paths post-war and fall in love.
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Harry’s post-war “eighth year” back at Hogwarts was supposed to be a time for reflection, healing, and maybe even naps. Instead, he’s sharing a dorm with Draco Malfoy, who owns a cat Harry suspects is planning his demise, criticizes Harry as a pastime, and weaponizes passive-aggression like a Slytherin art form. What begins as a series of petty arguments and suspiciously smug eye contact slowly morphs into something far more dangerous: feelings. Unfortunately, Harry might just be falling in love—out of spite.
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And that's the thing about illicit affairs
And clandestine meetings and stolen stares
They show their truth one single time
But they lie, and they lie, and they lie
A million little times
And you wanna scream
Don't call me "kid"
Don't call me "baby"
Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me
You showed me colors
You know I can't see with anyone else“I told you not to show up today,” he said in a low voice. With his free hand he brushed her hair over her shoulder. His hand moved slowly, leaving a tingling trail in its wake, from her arm all the way down to the hand that held her book in a vice grip. He gently loosened said grip and entwined their fingers.