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Ava Silva is an A-list actress, she loves her job and mostly loves her life, and when things aren’t so great she can always turn to her favorite books. For ten years now, she has spent countless nights chasing away stress and nightmares with Rebecca Summers’ books. She dreams of nothing more than to one day meet the woman whose words have made her feel more than anyone ever has, but Rebecca Summers is nothing more than a nom de plume for the most secret and mysterious author on the planet.
Still, when Ava is offered the role of one of Rebecca’s characters she is determined to meet the woman, instead all she gets is type-A movie consultant Beatrice Young, who is nothing more than Rebecca’s annoying and slightly socially awkward assistant.Bookmarked by Walk1man
09 May 2025
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The Holy War was fought before Mira was born. Humanity lost; Reya won. Now, just shy of thirteen, Mira knows not her parents. She has been raised by the Holy Mother and the Sister Warriors to survive in the cracks of a world ruled by a maleficent deity and her monstrous Angels. But their corner of the wilderness is no longer safe. Now Mira's care and training will be entrusted to a stranger, a warrior with eyes like Mira's, who both carries divinium and wears it in her skin, and who fights like the Devil. Together, they will brave a fallen world and survive, even if it means they must challenge God Herself.
A post post-canon fic.
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25 Mar 2025
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She steps off the lift before it’s even all the way on the ground, eager to get changed and go home. Passing off her mic and earpieces to a couple of audio techs, she mumbles a particularly inarticulate show of thanks. The band and all of her dancers and singers sweep her into a celebratory circle, and her tour manager gives her a decisive nod of approval, which she’s pretty sure is his way of fucking jumping for joy
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“Hey,” her bass guitar player says, tapping her on the shoulder and gesturing vaguely through the crowd of people. “Look.”She follows his gaze and there, leaning against a concrete wall and beaming with pride, is Hazel. Hazel, who’s supposed to be in New York right now. Hazel, who’s smiling at her like nothing else matters.
OR: PJ and Hazel and forever.
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- Part 2 of The Fame Competition
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10 Jul 2024