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    Marinette is now a cat, reasons only recently determined.
    She is also now in Gotham.
    Surprise everyone, it's an asshole.

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    Shenanigans with Soundwave & Co. (hence the name of the series).

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    Anakin has had a hard life, so once he dies he should be able to find peace, right?

    One might think that, and while the potential is there, that's not what happens.

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    Some normal and not-so-normal adventures in the life of one Darcy Lewis.
    But mostly not-so-normal.

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    Marinette had been startled to find out that her school and a school in America were collaborating to do a pen pal assignment. To be fair, the assignment was suppose to help the students with the grammar of the language they were learning. Marinette pulled a random name out of the box. She hoped Damian wrote good French and that she could write well enough English.

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    In which Flins, a mortician, runs into his old fuck buddy Rerir after 5 years by pure coincidence. Reuniting once more leads to passion and a blossoming relationship. However, what Flins doesn’t know is that Rerir is in the mafia and is a high-ranking member at that. Another thing he doesn't know is that Rerir is madly in love with him, which is more dangerous to Nod Krai than anyone would like. All residents are praying that Flins never breaks up with him.

    Featuring: a too nonchalant and love-dense goth mortician, very concerned friends, and a perpetually angry criminal constantly on the verge of kidnapping the love of his life

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    "Hello, Mr. Rerir," Flins greeted as he came up to his apartment door.
    Rerir grunted in return and said, "Drop the Mister. I'm not old."
    Flins hummed, feeling the urge to tease a little drop out. "I don't know," he mused, as his hands worked to unlock his door. "You do have white hair."
    Rerir scoffed and tugged at Flins' bangs. "You're graying from the bottom up. You got no room to talk."
    "It's actually a very light blue," Flins said. "That is, in fact, not white."
    "I'm literally 23."
    ---
    "It's fucking soup," Rerir said, eyebrows furrowing.

    "And it was delicious." Flins nodded. Truly, Rerir found the best take-out.

    That tick in his jaw came back as Rerir stared him down. Flins looked blandly back up at him, not really understanding what the problem was. Okay, well, maybe he did. In Flins' defense, however, his whole family had a small appetite. It was just a bit worse with Flins.

    After muttering what sounded like a prayer to patience to the three moons, Rerir scooped up a spoonful of broth and held it to Flins' lips.

    "Eat," he said. When Flins made no move except to raise an eyebrow, he scowled and ordered, "Open your mouth."

    "I think I opened it plenty today," he said, shooting a pointed look at Rerir's crotch. Gods, Flins didn't know how he fit that in his mouth, but determination led to great results.
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    "Kyryll," Radimir said, turning to him with a haunting look, "you are not joining any fashion brand that is not Snowland Boutique. Do you hear me?"
    "I have no plans to do such a thing," Kyryll said. "Besides, I am a mortician. I do not think that translates well to being a potential model."
    "Hmph," Radimir said, "not with that attitude."
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    Tuesday after Rerir dropped him off back home, Flins did an inspection of his apartment.

    It was then that he fully realized Rerir took care of all his needs and, essentially, spoiled him.

    Groceries? Already restocked. Flins hadn't gone to an actual grocery store in the two months Rerir had been back. The man just did it for him because, in his words, "I don't trust you." He also, lowkey, didn't really mind. It felt like he was saved from a hassle.
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    As Rerir and the young woman continued to argue, the grandma lifted up her free hand. Her thumb and index finger pressed together, and the rest of her fingers splayed out—the universal gesture of "okay." The look in her eyes changed to match it. Flins, ever adept at reading people (mostly), could tell that she was silently saying, "Get it."

    Oh dear. Flins had a feeling of what she meant, and he very much didn't want a grandma knowing of his sex life. Or to encourage him to get fucked.
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    Flins felt offended. On both his behalf and Rerir's. One, his taste was perfectly fine. Has Nefer seen Rerir? That man was very handsome and extremely hot. And two, Rerir really wasn't a red flag, at least not a big one.

    "Is such a thing truly necessary?" he questioned, frowning.
    ...
    "So, Flins, can you tell me what red flags are?" she asked, not unlike a teacher picking the one student who absolutely didn't want to answer.

    Stoically and shortly, Flins answered, "Individuals who are not healthy to be in a relationship with."

    Nefer nodded. "Decent answer. Not entirely hopeless."
    ...
    "I now have an opening question. Flins, please tell me," he resisted the urge to sigh, "how do you view actions such as kidnapping someone you have romantic feelings for? Please, state your answer truthfully and transparently."

    Flins dutifully answered, "An act of devotion and pure love."

    There was a unanimous sigh from everyone in the room, every single one filled to the brim with disappointment.

    Flins simply blinked, unaffected by the disapproval.

    Why they expected any different when Flins already informed them all of the old courting traditions back in Snezhnaya was beyond him. Still, he decided to view their tired expressions as payback for putting him through this utterly unnecessary intervention.
    ...
    "That answer is incorrect," Ineffa stated, saving Jahoda from Flins' blank gaze. She tapped the screen.

    In all caps, bold, underlined, and bright red, it read, "NO."

    It seems they anticipated what he would say, but hoped otherwise.
    ...
    Truth be told, the presentation was quite good. It was very informative and easy to understand. It went over each section with utmost professionalism and handled more solemn sections with a serious demeanor. If Flins were any other person, he would have likely been convinced that—or seriously considered whether—Rerir was a bad man to date.

    Good thing Flins was himself.

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    An assortment of stories, crossovers, fusions and rare pairings all centred around characters from 'A Song of Ice & Fire' by George R.R. Martin.

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    [4]
    “You’re a fucking idiot.” Luke said. He hit Din’s arm hard enough to sting, then got up from the chair he was sitting in and started bustling around the little room
    ...
    “I told you not to get eaten by a krayt dragon and what did you do?”
    “Got eaten by a krayt dragon.” Din mumbled.
    “Got eaten by a krayt dragon!” Luke repeated.
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    [5]
    “I didn’t know your armor came in neon colors.”
    Din blinked, then snapped his head to the side at the voice. “Luke!”
    His husband was gripping the edge of the stall’s counter as he looked out at the Mandalorians, tilting his head and ignoring Din’s panicked shushing. “Kinda obnoxious, don't you think?”
    “Very,” The stall owner agreed with a stoic nod.
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    [6]
    If he went home right now Luke probably wouldn’t even be mad. He would absolutely chastise Din for being impulsive and reckless and a little bit stupid, but then he would kiss Din and smile and welcome him home and make him a cup of hot chocolate and then make him go get the Darksaber back from the Ewoks because Luke and the Ewoks has some weird grudge thing going on that Din didn’t entirely understand because sometimes things just try and eat you it happens-
    Din sighed.
    ---
    Din wondered if Boba would be interested in taking over another planet.
    He would have to ask him when he got back.
    Boba probably wouldn’t say no.
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    “Why-” Leia said slowly, gently rocking a baby Jacen through the haze of the holocall. He was very cute. Fat and chubby and all giggles and smiles as he tried to grab his mother’s earrings. Leia easily dodged her son’s attempts at petty theft. “-do the Ewoks have your husband’s weird king sword?”
    “Because he threw it at them.” Luke answered bluntly.
    Leia’s eyebrows shot up.
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    [7]
    “Where is he?” Bo-Katan stood in front of the door to their little cabin, looking for all the world like she was being successful in intimidating Luke into giving up his husband’s whereabouts--which she wasn’t, despite her haughty tone and the ten or so other armored Mandalorians standing behind her. Din’s royal guard. Because he had one of those now. Except they were more like the Din Djarin-Skywalker retrieval squad because Din kept running off every time someone left him alone for more than a second.
    Luke recognized Paz hovering near the back, looking like he wanted to be anywhere that wasn’t here. He wondered if this was Paz’s punishment for letting Din slip away again.
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    Luke hated when [the Armourer] got all cryptic like this, because she did that thing that Yoda did where he expected Luke to immediately understand what he was saying even though Luke was still struggling to understand the first two words of the sentence he spoke yesterday.
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    Boba stared, then, “Do you hate me?”
    Din tilted his head back and sighed. He could feel a headache coming on.
    ...
    “No, Boba, I don’t hate you.”
    Then again, Paz always liked to egg Luke on.
    “Really? Because it kind of sounds like you do.” Boba said. “Your twink is gonna finally off the princess and you want me to stop that?”
    “Unfortunately.”
    Boba was silent, but Din was silent for longer.
    “Ugh. Fine. What time do I need to be there?”
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    Din felt his eye twitch.
    He had walked into the morning brief and was met with arguing. Lots of arguing. Din didn’t even know what his advisors were arguing about, but it had been going on for an hour now and Din was tired of listening to it and all he wanted to do was go back to the palace and gather his family in a cuddle pile and just ignore everything for a little while. And maybe take a nap while he was at it.
    He was so tired.
    “Okay, that’s enough.” He did not raise his voice, but everyone fell silent anyway. “Until you all can get your act together and stop arguing, no one is getting any uj cake at the feasts.”
    There was a beat of silence.
    “You’re not...serious, are you?” Paz, who wasn’t an advisor and was only ever here to observe, asked it. He sounded almost amused.
    “Guess you’re gonna find out.” Din answered. Then he stood from the throne, and walked out.
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    [11]
    Din let the pendant fall back against his chest, that pretty winter sound ringing again as the japor settled in the dip of his chest plate, right over the iron heart. It looked like it belonged there. Like it had always been there.
    “I’m never taking it off.” Din said before his brain to mouth filter could kick in.
    Luke blinked, his smile growing just a little wider. “That seems a little impractical—“
    “Never taking it off.” Din repeated