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    This is all set in the Winners Take It All universe, where we see Riddle and Floyd's life progress from all sorts of POV's.

    These will mostly be one-shots and missing moments that aren't in the main fic.

    All the fics under the main one will be sorted in chronological order.

    And if it's referenced in a main chapter, in the end notes I'll add a link to the fic it's mentioning. And vice versa, I'll link/tell you which chapter of the main fic the fic is referencing!

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    Waking up in the novel world of "Remarried empress" felt like a fever dream. But in Yona's case, it was no dream but a reality. She was one of the few readers who sympathised with Rashta, now she is Rashta!
    Yona hated the ending of the villainesses. And hated how Rashta and Sovieshu's daughter got kidnapped. Gloryem is the true heir of Eastern Empire and Yona would make sure Gloryem ascends the throne this time. To do that, she'd have to avoid getting jailed.

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    The point of this is that despite having no social media downloaded on his phone and all his social media being managed by somebody on payroll, he still knows what happens on all the platforms when it concerns his fans. Which is still an odd concept. Andrew has killed people. Andrew was deemed a monster, unknowable and, and unlovable for so long in his life. Andrew Joseph Doe, look how far you’ve come.

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    The reason is this, is him, is now, sitting in his living room clutching his phone to his chest to try and push these large emotions in him back inside by force. Andrew Joseph Doe, your family wants you and is proud of you. He doesn’t think he’s been breathing. He doesn’t know how much time has passed of him just sitting and staring at the wall with his head reeling with the events of the day. With the pride and love his family so publicly showed him, how much they celebrated him.

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    In which Sage of Truth-esque Shadow Milk (not a soul jam holder) finds himself as the Beast of Deceit

    Shadow Milk was a ‘normal cookie’; he often found it funny that he shared the same name as a character from a novel he read. Friends and students alike frequently teased him for it. But alas, he was a teacher at heart, and there was no way in his mind that he would torment someone so kind-hearted who believed in the truth.

    After all, Pure Vanilla was such a charming character that he was swayed by his lowest and cried at his peaks when he overcame his suffering.

    This is why it was distressing to find himself as an astral projection watching over Pure Vanilla in a world where he was still known as “Healer Cookie.”

    With a book in his hands, he was given a checklist of requirements. Oh- He was Shadow Milk Cookie, from the novel. Shouldn’t he be given a script? Witches, where would he even begin? He was a performer at heart, but in something so life-like, he might have been given an impossible task.

    Please let this be a lie, or a dream. Yes, a dream was better.


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    Shadow Milk watched her exit through the door before speaking up, “She’s quite keen when it comes to my dealings, I wonder how it must feel to not perceive me while being partially aware from your talks with me.”

    “You’re implying I must seem crazy, aren’t you?” Pure Vanilla sighed, before saying something a bit off… “Even if it was less occasional, I was talking to my soul jam before this-” he pursed his lips before adding on, “ you remember, yes?”

    Shadow Milk paused, he wondered why the suspicion hadn’t struck him dead- He shook his head, he must be missing something, he should have been granted some kind of strike ages ago… He was overthinking things, definitely.

    He clarified his previous statement, “That… wasn’t what I meant, I remember. I just mean that with me by your side, it must make you seem a little indecisive, not in a bad way- I’m just saying that you should discuss these plans before we take off immediately with them.”

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    After they went back to sleep, I didn’t find it within me to follow. So I take it to continue writing.

    I woke up this night to an unfamiliar voice, one that my companion no longer was veiled with a mimicry of my own. This is their voice, the voice of my guiding light, one soaked in such despair that it took a moment to recognize them. Like an illusion that had shattered, I was able to hear huffs and cries that no longer took a false guise. Even the soft puffs of air they make in their unconscious.

    It makes sense now why the way they sounded was nothing like the previous one. If the moment I was granted were not so haunting, perhaps I would take this moment to muse and ponder every facet of the being that has taken to my side.

    Within those cries were moments of unfiltered, pure, absolute ”truth”. Words cling to my hand and stain my pen; I cannot will such a self-deprecating cry into ink- yet I will try to record it. But for the sake of knowing, to remember everything, I shall will my hand to spread this ink.

    “I’m sorry that I’m going to hurt you. It’s my fault because I lost my way.”

    I do not know the weight of all this, but to apologize before any pain has been caused, to say they have strayed from a path. It makes me wonder how much control my guiding light has over their own actions. I think I was right to say it wasn’t their decision to leave, just as it won’t be their decision to deal me pain.

    What choice do I have but to forgo the words of “please don’t forgive me,” to think that it would be their version of kindness. It all sounds like an unjust condemnation under the guise of self-punishment. All because they think that they “deserve it,” it makes me feel- (I KNEW IT!!!! Chapter 27)

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    “Because I can’t fucking do this, Ilya. I’m going to my parents’, I- I need a break, alright? Shit.” Shane’s gaze locked onto his keys and he picked them up, stalking towards the door. He needed a break from the arguing and he needed to go somewhere he could breathe and collect his thoughts, so he could process this correctly and talk about it with Ilya civilly. Everything was still suffocating and overwhelming and Shane needed out, needed to go sit in his car and drive in silence to his parents’ place.
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    Ilya had seen enough breakups to know what one looked like. Shane ignored him, and looked irritated, and said he couldn’t do this (this, like everything between them could be reduced to a single word other than love), and said he needed a break (his confidence in Ilya’s English was comforting up until Ilya realised it meant Shane didn’t feel the need to say the dramatic I’m breaking up with you that characterised the ends of relationships).

    or, hollanov fight and misunderstandings resulting in an injury ensue

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    “I fucking hate English.” Ilya whined and oh, Shane thought, not hurt, a smile creeping onto his face. “Do you understand how confusing it is? A break, the noun, is entirely different from to break up, the verb. This is so stupid. Stupid fucking langauge.”

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    “I told you to drive slower,” Shane scolded weakly instead.

    “I know. I do. It was an accident, I think.”

    Shane felt everything in him stop. I think, Ilya had said, like there was a chance that maybe it wasn’t an accident. Like, maybe, he’d meant to crash. “You think?” Shane asked, his stomach threatening to upheave the shitty hospital food his mother had forced into him earlier. Then, he was really at risk of it when he remembered how Ilya had described his mother’s suicide to him at first. By accident, he’d said when Shane asked about the cause of death. Shane felt sick, now even more terrified of the fact that Ilya was being unclear about whether or not he’d intentionally pushed on the gas.

    “I do not remember but, yes, I think it was an accident.”

    “Ilya.” Shane started, trying to be as calm and supportive as he could despite how fucking stressed out he was. “When you say accident. Do you mean a mistake, or do you mean it like your mother’s accident?”

    Shane was never good at being subtle, but this wasn’t a topic he wanted to conceal the truth on, either. He needed to know the truth so he knew how to support Ilya best. Each silent second was agonizing, and Shane barely caught Ilya’s answer.

    “I don’t know,” Ilya said, sounding stricken. “I don’t think I meant to. I think…I was sad and not paying attention. But afterwards, it was okay.”

    “It was okay?” Shane echoed, terrified and distraught but trying so very hard to keep it in.

    Ilya looked away like Shane’s gaze was painful. “When I thought I was going to die. It was okay.”

    Suddenly, the hand in his didn’t feel like enough. Shane stood quickly, ignoring the rush of feeling in his legs from moving them for the first time in hours, and sat on the edge of Ilya’s bed, lifting Ilya’s hand into his lap so that they were closer and touching at more points.

    “It’s not okay,” Shane insisted immediately.

    “Shane-”

    “Ilya, I would never fucking move on if you died. Do you understand that? I wouldn’t be able to do that, I couldn’t-” Shane was cut off by a shaking sob that morphed into disbelieving laughter. “Did you know that I had to fight to get in here? I made them look up our foundation to prove that we knew each other, that we were friends. I was practically fist-fighting people in the lobby – how the fuck do you think I would have reacted if I found out you were dead? It would have destroyed me, so, no, it’s not fucking okay.”

    Ilya looked at Shane and Shane wiped away the stray tear that went down Ilya’s cheek. “I’m sorry,” Ilya said quietly. “I did not think it would matter to you. I thought you had broken up with me, remember? And I did not think you would care, and I knew I could not do this without you, so it was okay.”

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    ”Whatcha got there?” Enjin asks, a small smirk tugging at his lips. Zanka gives one long, slow blink, and glances at the drink his fingers are loosely wrapped around.

    “…a smoothie.”

    Riyo bursts out laughing. The noise startles Jabber awake, and his head knocks into his jaw. They both groan in pain.

    Or, Jabber and Zanka in the aftermath of one of their battles.

    Or, or, a comment on my last fic used this meme—so I wrote it entirely around that

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