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    This will be the home of all my connected Gendrya future fics set mostly within book canon, but it can be considered a show canon AU if you want, too. The premise is simple: Arya and Gendry reunite during the Long Night, and continue on. There will be other side pairings I may explore all set within the same AU, but this starts and ends with Gendrya, because they deserve a world where (mostly) only good things happen to them after all those painful things and so much death and separation. Basically - almost everyone post-ADWD is alive, and Gendry and Arya get to be the King and Queen, happily married with kids, old married couple they deserved to be in canon. Inspired first and foremost by the Gendrya Kinktober 2022 prompt fest. ❤️

    Series title from Taylor Swift's "Endgame"

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    "To love someone is firstly to confess: I'm prepared to be devestated by you."

    - Billy-Ray Belcourt, A History of My Brief Body

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    A series of prompt fills for the Witcher Summer Camp Event hosted on twitter @WtchrSummerCamp, held between July 8 and July 15. Cross-posted on my twitter, @ladyromanovfics.

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    They tell you that your name is Shawn Spencer. They tell you that you are thirty-three and that you live in Santa Barbara, California.

    They don't tell you that you're meant to be psychic.

    [Set s4]

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    10 Mar 2024

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    The blue Toyota Echo cruises down the roads at least ten miles an hour slower than the maximum speed limit. You don't comment, just notice. You've realised you're good at that - at noticing - little details, phrases, specks of dust on Gus' otherwise clean shoes.

    You're not sure where you're going until Gus pulls up outside what looks like a dry-cleaners.

    Glancing at Gus, you decide there is no way that a person like him would live in a dry-cleaners, so you assume this is your place, and with a grin clamber out of the car, "Thanks for the lift," you say.

    "Wait - you recognise it?"

    And it's that - the joy, the excitement and happiness as Gus trips his way out of the driver's door. The hope there is something you don't want to crush, can't crush, which is why for some reason you've kindled it instead.

    You want to give these people something, even if you can't give them Shawn.

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    In which Red Harvest dies and lives and lives and lives.

    (Wishlist, Day 5)

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    “I’m sorry,” Teddy says when the man pauses for breath long enough to let him get a word in edgewise. “You found it where?”

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    Alys worms her way into Jon's house, Jon's bed, and Jon's heart. (And he doesn't really mind.)

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    It happens like this:

    Hermione is hunched over her desk like some kind of Tolkien goblin, essentially deep-throating three Sambal fish tacos from Del Seoul in a desperate bid to finish a late lunch before her next appointment (she’d rather choke to death than be late) when a light knock on the open door makes her head snap up.

    “Dr. Granger?”

    Holy shit.

    Holy shit.

    Her previous nonchalance about choking to death vanishes when she sees who’s standing in her door and a piece of fish hunkers down for a long winter in her esophagus.

    “Are you--shall I perform the Heimlich?” He asks, face familiar and concerned as he moves a step closer. “I don't think your face should be that shade of purp--”

    She cuts him off by vomiting into the trash can.

    Airway finally clear, she gulps a few greedy breaths. Her lungs expand and her face burns, and Hermione genuinely wonders if she’s hallucinating. She’s not prone to fantastical thinking even though she’s well acquainted with the fantastic, but...why else would Draco Malfoy be standing in front of her?

    Malfoy, on crutches.

    Malfoy, handing her a tissue?

    Malfoy, but...not.

    It’s complicated.

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    26 Feb 2024

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    His laugh is shaky and he still smells like the most contradictory marriage of summer and Christmas and Hermione isn’t sure how to feel now that she’s finally standing this close to him.

    The thin rings of pale blue around his dark pupils are beginning to look a lot like an event horizon; the kind of thing there’s no coming back from. They’re close enough to feel the warmth of each other’s breath and her eyes follow his Adam’s apple when it bobs as he swallows and--

    He is not an event horizon.

    She knows this.

    She is not prone to poetic thoughts because there is some hungry, insatiable aspect of her soul that has always felt the need to devour and pick apart anything that smells like hyperbole; anything that might not be the capital-T Truth.

    And yet.

    She’s lying; she knows how she feels. She’s just scared of it.

    Draco leans forward, resting his forehead against hers.

    “Granger,” he exhales.

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