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Mahogany and Cherrywood by YellowMustard
Fandoms: Dear Evan Hansen - Pasek & Paul/Levenson
08 Dec 2019
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The Murphy’s dining table has certainly seen better days.
It’s chipped in places now, and the wood is dull and faded. There’s red wine stains and scratches, and a pale, milky spot where someone spilled nail polish remover and the varnish never quite recovered.
But it still has potential. It’s a fixer-upper.
And Cynthia wants to be the one to fix it up.
God knows there are plenty of other things in her life that she never had the opportunity to fix.
(Or: Three times Connor goes to the dining table when his heart needs help).
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Infinite Coffee and Protection Detail by KristenMaraMusingsOnBuckyBarnes, owlet
Fandom Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)
21 Jun 2018
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In the middle of their second year, Draco and Harry discover they're soulmates and do their best to keep it a secret from everyone.
Their best isn't perfect.
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“Are you trying to get killed, Potter?” Malfoy drawls, stalking forward. Quick as a serpent himself, he reaches out and grabs the snake just below the head. It thrashes in his grip, but is no longer able to bite anyone. “This is a poisonous snake, and I doubt anyone brought a bezoar with them.”
Harry glares. He opens his mouth, and feels the beginning the snake’s language pass his lips, and this isn’t what he wants, what’s the point of insulting Malfoy if he can’t understand him –
Malfoy’s eyes widen. He slaps his hand over Harry’s mouth, “Potter, what the hell–”
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Bucky had heard of Hydra. Everyone had heard of Hydra: they were the unicorn hunters down near the border. The last thing Bucky wanted to do was get mixed up with hunters, but he was out of options. Hydra hunted unicorns, hunters needed virgins, and that was about the only thing Bucky had left to sell. If that’s what it took to get his mom and sister out of their dying town he'd do it.
Indentured to Hydra, deep in the wilds of the hunting preserve, far from the life he’d known and responsible for luring unicorns to their deaths, Bucky had never been more alone.
Until he met the Warden.
Wardens enforced the hunting laws, had done ever since the country had nearly torn itself apart over the discovery that unicorns--beloved creatures, conduits to the gods above--could be turned into powerful magical devices. Under Steve’s eagle eye Hydra didn’t get away with anything and he was a constant presence, watching over the hunts. But Steve didn’t treat Bucky like a hunter. Steve genuinely seemed to care about him. Steve was always there when Bucky needed him and suddenly Bucky wasn’t so alone.