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invisible string by theilliterateironman
Fandoms: Twilight Series - Stephenie Meyer, Twilight (Movies)
10 Jul 2022
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"๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐จ๐ง'๐ญ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ง ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ซ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ญ๐๐? ๐๐ข๐๐ง'๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฏ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก ๐ข๐ญ ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ?"
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"๐ฎ๐ก, ๐ข ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ซ๐ง ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐๐ญ๐ข๐๐ฌ."
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โงอโบห*๏ฝฅเผโพใใโฝเผ๏ฝฅ*หโบโงอ
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in which the quileute ancestors think they're funny by making the alpha's imprint a vampire
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She wasn't a hero, but that's fine, this world had heroes. She wasn't a warrior, but there were enough of those. She wasn't a sniper, an intelligence officer, or a mechanic. Wasn't even a doctor for all that being one would actually be useful. No, Elisa was - had always been - a chemist. Now if only she'd woken up in a world where that didn't paint a huge target on her back! SI-OC
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02 Dec 2024
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Eren fell for her quicker than a drop of rain meeting the earth, not even the clouds above could stop his translucent zeal. It was faster than her ethereal fall from the sky in autumn, as steaming feathers harmlessly caressed her pursuerโs desperate face.
The collision was stronger than the shattering crystals of the Walls, striking the earth and destroying the flowerbeds below; more impactful than his hostile, hardened punch.
It just wasnโt enough to protect his memories of her.
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02 Dec 2024
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Growing up, Donquixote Doflamingo always had a certain someone popping in and out of his life. And it was that someone that he had vowed to one day catch.
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Or rather: The Time Traveler's Wife AU, except with clothes on.
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In one age, your elbow is tucked in the crook of your father's arm, held tight as he guides you toward a pale-haired figure who watches you with his piercing eye - the man you're arranged to marry.
In another, your elbow is propped on a cedar table in the library, your head heavy as the endless hours of research and swirling words on a page are drowned out by thoughts of your classmate who sits beside you - daydreams about running your fingers through his pale hair, about finally feeling his piercing gaze on every part of you.
Time ripples with these familiar echoes. And as you turn each dusty page - when each word beckons past and future to collide - you ask yourself: Is my end already written?
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aemond targaryen x f!reader
|| dual timeline, second chance soulmate au.Series
- Part 1 of rewrite the stars