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[pixiemage]

So you have a ask thing for fake fic titles? Here’s one Pix.

The Day Jimmy Learns Tango Can’t Write

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I'll have you know I had a few very vivid moments play in my head for this one asdafn I just know I don't have time to write it so I'll just hope someone else gets inpired

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"The Day Jimmy Learns Tango Can’t Write"

It starts with the little things, things that Jimmy first brushes off as little quirks his soulmate has. The charcoal doodles Tango leaves behind in the morning to let Jimmy know where he's gone, the way he labels their meager storage system with streaks of colored dye rather than a sign...his repeated insistence that he's got a memory like a steel trap and doesn't need to-do lists, despite how eager and grateful he is whenever Jimmy hands him one he's written himself. It's the little things. And for a while, Jimmy doesn't question it - until one day he realizes he's never seen Tango hold a quill before, and he begins to wonder why. OR: Jimmy learns that, when you grow up in the nether, there are some things you don't always learn when you're young...and once you're an adult it's a bit embarrassing to admit you don't know how to do something that's considered common knowledge by your peers.

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(This concept is actually quite cool, and the way I see it, Tango is fully capable of reading/spelling and he types messages in chat on the regular...he just never learned how to write the letters he can identify on the screen. He also makes his doodles and drawings out of charcoal and dye with his fingers, so he never even had art as a reason to pick up a quill...because that wasn't the kind of art he was good at.)

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[bobfloydsbabe]

I've been listening to a lot of Dolly Parton lately so I've got two song fic titles for you: "Lonely Comin' Down" and "Cowgirl and The Dandy" whichever speaks to you more babe!

I hope your holiday was lovely and treated you well 🌸

Annie, my love, it's been a minute. It was nice to get away for a while, but I'm happy to be back. Lonely Comin' Down is a perfect song (and title) for the Outlaw!Rhett and Bartender!Lou AU my wonderful friend @joaquinwhorres put into my head a while ago. I'll share the little bit I've written for that.

“Abbott,” her smooth voice says without taking her eyes off the shot glasses she’s currently pouring tequila into.

He chuckles and slides onto an empty stool, folding his hands on the counter. His eyes follow her as she hands off the shots to two girls with ruddy cheeks and barely contained giggles.

He watches Lou add the shots to their tap in the system. She hasn’t changed much. Her hair is shorter than he remembers, and the cut she had near her elbow when he was last in town is just a faded white scar now.

“You’re a wanted man,” she says, placing a bottle in front of him on an off-white cocktail napkin.

“Always am,” he tells her with a half smile. “Ladies can’t get enough of me.”

She snorts, shaking her head, but he offers her a wink when her gaze meets his. “You’re a fugitive.”

He shrugs and sips from the beer bottle. The cold liquor glides down his throat, the familiar taste something akin to coming home. He knows this place, this beer, this girl like the back of his hand.

“I wish you weren’t so nonchalant about this,” she says, wringing the towel in her hands. Her fingers are long and slender, blue polish peeling off her nails, and that silver monogram ring, LK, she’s always worn on her index finger. The same as always.

“You worried about me, darlin’?”

She tosses the dish towel on the bar disk, leaning back against the counter behind her. “Luke Tillerson is the sheriff now,” she says, folding her arms across her chest and her jaw clenches. “He’s out for blood.”

Shaking his head, he takes another long draw from the bottle. He’s stalling, doesn’t want the girl who keeps him coming back that he’s worried.

“He’s always been out for blood,” he says finally, placing the bottle back on the napkin.

“But now he has authority,” Lou says with not a hint of mirth in those deep brown eyes. “He could lock you up on sight.”

Rhett shrugs. “What’s life without a little danger?”

She rolls her eyes at him, but he swears the corners of her mouth turn up as she walks to the opposite end of the bar to serve another patron.

Her ass still looks good in those jeans.

Rhett takes a long draw of his beer, taking in the sounds in the bar. A man coughs from years of smoking a pack a day. A group of young girls laugh and dare each other to go talk to a handsome cowboy. Could be him, could be Jimmy, who always sits in his booth alone, watching everyone come and go. Either way, they’ll be disappointed. Jimmy swings for the opposite team and Rhett only has eyes for the bartender.

“You enjoy your evening,” he hears Lou’s cheerful voice tell the patrons she’s just served. An out-of-town couple, Rhett thinks.

She takes a few steps back up the expanse of the bar, but something catches her eye. She moves a few bottles of cheap liquor to the side, revealing her phone hidden behind them. The screen shines with what he assumes is a new text.

Something akin to a bell jiggles nearby, bringing his attention away from Lou. He looks down toward the sound, finding a flurry of black and white fur coming towards him. Denver. He smiles to himself when the dog sits down at his side and lowers his head just slightly. He’s asking for pets, and Rhett complies.

“You taking good care of your Mama?”

Denver wags his tail, happily accepting the scratches to his head. “Yeah?”

“Abbott,” Lou calls as she’s walking back towards him, phone in hand. There’s a wild look in her eyes that he can’t quite place, but the free hand running through her hair is a telltale sign of anxiety.

“You have to go,” she says, grabbing his half-finished beer from the counter. “Tillerson knows you’re in town and he’s on his way here.”

“How the hell does he know that?”

Lou shrugs. “I don’t know,” she says, ushering him around the bar. “But Carrie Taylor overheard him talking about it and gave me a head’s up.”

Standing behind the counter in Lou’s bar isn’t entirely new to him. He still remembers when she was still renovating and had convinced him to help bring the wooden countertop inside. It was the first time he kissed her, right before he left town.

Standing here now, he sees the specks of gold in her rich brown eyes, and her lashes fanning across her cheeks. He leans down, ghosting his mouth over her lips, and she sucks in a breath like a promise. 

Denver gives off a warning bark.

“Down, cowboy,” Lou whispers, pointing down at the sticky floor and Rhett raises a brow.

“Down there?”

“That or be arrested,” she says, pulling back the curtain, revealing the kegs of beer, a bucket of wet rags, and a crate of empty bottles. Otherwise it’s empty, but there’s still hardly any space for him to squeeze into. Rhett’s a lean guy, but he’s tall and his shoulders are broad, so one of them is definitely going to poke out. “Your choice,” she says, as if he has other options.

“Fine,” Rhett grumbles and sinks down on his knees, the denim of his jeans sticking to the floor. It was under very different, and much more pleasurable, circumstances he was last on his knees in front of Lou.

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[justagirlinafandomworld]

Fic title: What More Can I Say?

Sam Winchester x Reader

Well, this got out of hand. Dean was necessary or I would have kept going.

“So, say I like this guy,” you explained in a very hypothetical manner.

Sam hummed in acknowledgement before passing on the chips you offered.

“We’ve been talking for awhile now, about most anything, and I want to tell him that I like him, but I’m worried about how he’ll take it.”

Sam scratched the side of his face thoughtfully, his mouth dropping open as he let out a “huh.”

“Do you think I should tell him anyway?” You peered at him, intently awaiting his response. Because there was no other guy. It was Sam, through and through. And so much hinged on his answer.

Like your happiness, his, and where you would both be sleeping that night.

Sam shrugged and leaned forward in his seat to clasp his hands together on the table. You mirrored his movement.

“I’ve got a similar situation. I’ve been thinking on it for a while. Do you want my advice?”

You liked him so much, you weren’t going to remind him that that’s exactly what you had just asked for.

“Yes.”

“Tell him. You and I have been talking a lot lately, so, and correct me if I’m wrong, I think I’ve gotten to know you pretty well. You’re smart, you’re brave. If you feel there is something between you and this guy, I’m willing to be that there is. And that you’re brave enough to do something about it.”

You were ready to spill your guts then and there, but Sam kept talking.

“For me though, I don’t think I’ve been brave enough to put myself out there where she would notice. I don’t think I stand a chance at all.”

He had been so lost in his confession that your crestfallen face caught him by surprise.

 “Sam, you’re the best! If this girl has no idea of how great you are, then she doesn’t deserve you.”

“You don’t have to say that.”

“But, it’s true!”

Sam smiled sheepishly, his gaze dropping back to the table. A pinkish hue flushed his cheeks and you yearned to cup his face in your hands and kiss him.

“You’re too kind, Y/N. I really think you should tell your guy-”

“OH MY GOD,” Dean interrupted from down the table.

Neither you nor Sam had noticed when he joined you, but he had an empty plate in front of him and a tumbler of whiskey in hand.

“It’s you, Sam. Y/N likes you. And Y/N, you’re the girl that Sam has been trying to get to notice him. Okay? You like her, she likes you. You like him, he likes you. There’s no one else. Literally no one else that you two are talking about – other than each other.”

Dean paused to breathe and when he fully realized that both you and Sam were doing nothing but stare at him in stunned silence, he threw his hands up and excused himself from the table.

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[topguncortez]

made-up fic title: best thing I never had

this just SCREAMS jake seresin.

You and Jake were high school best friends who kinda just followed each other around everywhere. You two both joined the Navy and somehow got stationed in the same squadron. The two of you always swore that you were just friends… but one night after a few too many beers, that line got crossed.

For months you tried the whole relationship thing but it just didn’t work. Jake couldn’t 100% commit to you, and you were breaking your own heart trying to stay with him. So, very tearfully, you broke things off with him and told him that you were moving to Virginia. Jake had cried and begged for you to stay, but you knew if you even wanted a chance at salvaging your friendship, you needed to leave.

Years later, Jake receives an invite in the mail for “The Wedding of Y/N L/N & Bradley Bradshaw”.

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[blorbocedes]

“never let me go”

max is 16 when he meets daniel, who whisks him off his feet; throws rocks on his window at night, goes on long drives on his shitty mustang, sneaking in so his parents don't find out. daniel is cool, older, all smiles. 17 when they get together against everyone's disapproval, and married before max is 20.

and then max is widowed at 22. the only adult relationship in his life, the only relationship in his life, the one constant that haunts him forever. with daniel's modest life insurance (he was in his early 30's after all) max buys a house in a small town, and writes a children's book about how to deal with grief, which becomes surprisingly a semi successful hit. parents get it for their kids who've lost a pet or grandparent, it's really poignant but also not patronizing to the child audience.

spreads daniel's ashes on the small patch of the garden. if his body had been autopsy'd, they'd have found the traces of poison, the same nightshade max grows now.

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[lyranova]

"The Masks We Wear" for a fake fic title

Zerilliam mayhaps? 😏

Hiya Camy! Ooo let’s see 👀!

“ Zera Cassia is the young heiress to a multi-million dollar company that is currently in crisis due to her father falling ill. William Vangeance on the other hand, is the bastard son of the current CEO to a once failed but now ‘skyrocketing’ company. Despite the two companies being competitiors, Zera and William have never once met each other. At least, not until one evening during a masquerade ball where Zera decides to boldly announce the two are to be married in order to get away from some…very unsuitable suitors. Oh, and did I also mention that the two companies are covers for their respective family’s mafia businesses?”

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[pacificwaternymph]

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stop lying through a smile you cant fake

Everything should be perfect.

Scott won. He'd won the supreme witch tournament. He'd resurrected Milo, who still loved him. He'd had to give up his power, but it was a sacrifice he was more than willing to make. Because everything was finally, finally perfect again.

Except it isn't. Because Scott still wakes screaming from nightmares about Milo's death. And because Milo, for all his promises to love Scott forever, still doesn't know the truth.

The killings, the curses, the lies. Milo doesn't know that Scott was a witch. Hell, he doesn't even know that it was Scott who brought him back in the first place! He still believes it to be an act of divine intervention from some benevolent god. He doesn't know that Scott killed a god, and surely earned the ire of all the rest with his deeds.

The only person who knew all of it was Cleo, and she's gone. Off somewhere in the multiverse, with no way to reach her.

It weighs heavily on him. Milo can tell something is wrong, but he doesn't press. He never will, because that's the kind of person he is. Scott just doesn't know how much longer he can keep this up.

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[skyward-floored]

🐝 as beautiful as a painting

The bracelet that never leaves Legend’s arm seems dull compared to most of his other items, but when he takes a hit in battle and it gets ripped from his arm, Warriors doesn’t know why Legend is yelling for them all to stay away from the monster that picks it up.

Until the monster throws it at him, and Warriors is reminded rather suddenly of a different enemy that appeared during the war.

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[i-am-beckyu]

TO THE ANON THAT GAVE ME THIS TITLE, YOU SPARKED ART!

This fake fic title gets its own post now for that reason

Why you should never buy a teacup pig

Phil had an interesting fascination for collecting things. He had a collection for everything! Stamps, coins, books, feathers, plates: you name it, he's got it.

 Currently, he has a fascination for collecting miniature porcelain figurines. He's got a dog, a cat, a codfish, a horse to name a few. Some ornate or simplistic, others elaborate in little outfits or striking interesting poses. Some of his favourites are a crow (for obvious reasons), a little racoon that reminds him of Tommy and an Orca that reminds him of Wil.

But his favourite favourite of the bunch is a little pig in a teacup, wearing a little golden crown and has a red cape that he got recently: A perfect addition to his collection! They fit perfectly amongst his other 3 favs. Such a sweet little teacup piggy ^v^ 

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 Techno is not a sweet little teacup piggy >:| 

He's been cursed into this form by a witch for 1000s of years and he had almost made it out of that dumb antique shop, if it wasn't for the stupid old man deciding to ruin everything. He'll make them pay for what they have done...

hehehe teacup piggy :3

Honestly I’ve never made fanart of Techno before and I honestly am very proud of myself for this piece here. The fact that the prompt sparked the idea just makes this even better and I really enjoyed making it. So I hope you like this! (also sheesh two big posts in one week niceeeee)

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[rarepears]

Ask game: why are you bleeding on my lawn again?

Solo Leveling X KHR

Sung Jinwoo is probably a Cloud. And with his S ranked Hunter skills and all... he's definitely the world's strongest cloud. In the original timeline with all the gates going on and Sung Jinwoo not getting his Shadow Monarch skills until 24, Checkerface recruited Skull as the Cloud Arcobaleno.

But this is the timeline where Jinwoo just finished defeating the monarchs and has put on his teenager facade to enjoy regularly old boring non-hunter life again. But with his Monarch skills (and cloud flames) still very much there.

So when Checkerface goes collecting the world's strongest seven... naturally he detects that the world's strongest cloud is this... civilian teenager.

Cool story bro. He's got no time for pity and dumps the civilian into the mess that is the Arcobaleno. Sung Jinwoo, unaware of how this is a whole mafia thing nor of how the mafia stuff works, just acts like this normal self. With his baby face and civilian background, he just comes off as... a child. Naive. Sulky and obtuse.

(Nah, he's just bored. It's like inviting an Olympic athlete to watch a bunch of middle school students compete.)

So things happen and finally, it's that special day where Checkerface shows up to turn the seven into their baby forms. Except it's Sung Jinwoo in that group.

Sung Jinwoo the OP BAMF that he is, wipes Checkerface into the dust. Only after he interrogates Checkerface though.

And then he returns to his normal civilian life, or as much as he can return to an ordinary civilian life. Turns out that he's got Sky flames as a secondary attribute and he's got a Sun for a stalker who also keeps bleeding out on his lawn now.

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[pixiemage]

Title for a fake fic hmmm… I’ve got a idea

TANGO NO! PUT HIM DOWN!

-🍄

[For the Fake Fic Title ask game]

I hope you know that I had two different ideas for this, one of which featured Protective/PissedOff!Tango, and I opted for the sillier version because it fit the title so much better lmao

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"Tango NO! Put him down!"

It's not Tango's fault he hasn't been around Tumble Town much, not really. What can he say? When he gets into a redstone project, he really gets into a redstone project, and he knows that Jimmy knows that. But he can't help but think that maybe he should've come around a bit more often...if only so he could have more context for why his soulmate is currently no taller than his boots. Frankly, it's the most adorable thing he's seen in his life. (And Jimmy doesn't quite have the heart to tell him to stop when Tango starts carrying his tiny rancher around everywhere he goes.) OR: Scar tries to get Tango to stop carrying around the shrunken Sheriff, but his words go in one ear and out the other. Not that Jimmy really minds all that much when it's Tango.

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[bobfloydsbabe]

For the fake title asks: Little Black Submarines!

Okay, so, I already yelled at you about this title, but then I looked up the lyrics and now we have beef. That shit hurt, so I made Mob Boss Bob and Abby hurt. Enjoy!

A/N: Thank you to @joaquinwhorres who helped me name Abby's brother.

“Dad, please,” she begs as tears fall down her cheeks. “Make him stop.”

The man standing before her now is not someone she recognizes. Cold and brutal. The hard lines of his face have softened over the years, but there’s no trace of the gentle soul who took her in when she had no one else. He’s a stranger.

“He put his hands on you,” Warlock says, nodding at Uriah, whose fist collides with Bob’s ribs. An ear-splitting crack rings through the warehouse as the bones break and Bob groans.

Across the room, Bob lifts his head and meets Abby’s gaze. His eyes are already swollen with bruises rapidly forming around the sockets, his bottom lip is split in two places, and blood runs down his chin. She can tell he’s struggling to breathe, but he still hasn’t fought back. He’s taken every single blow her brother has dealt, and when she locks eyes with him, she knows he won’t fight.

“Please, stop, I...” she trails off, voice shaky and wet with tears, but she holds Bob’s gaze. “I love him.”

She vaguely registers Uriah darting over to Warlock, screaming about this being a betrayal, but her attention is focused on the beaten man tied to a chair. The corner of his lips turns upward in a barely there smile and he mouths the simple words back to her, confirming what she already knows.

Their connection is real, even if the beginning was a lie.

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[justagirlinafandomworld]

Made up title: Bravery in the Depths

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 314

dividers by the talented @talesmaniac89

You cinched the strap tighter around the meat of your thigh, pulled against the buckles of the harness.

Dean approached with the heavy-duty carabiner in hand and a frown on his face.

“Thanks,” you said absently, accepting the carabiner. The line pulled through his fingers as you hooked it to the harness.

“You remember that night when we watched The Ruins?”

Nerves exhaled into a chuckle as you finally looked up into his face.

“Yeah,” you responded with a tone encouraging him to make his point. Of course, you remembered that night. Sam had had an actual date, though he had decided to lie about it for whatever reason. It was the first time you and Dean had really hung out, just the two of you. It was the first night you considered that there might be a chance for something genuine between you two, other than harmless flirting.

You were confused why he brought up that night now though.

As you looked into his face you could see that something  had lit up his features. Whether it was humor you couldn’t decipher, though because he cleared his throat, dropped his gaze and immediately his expression changed.

“I’m just saying, if a carnivorous vine comes to life and attacks you, you yank on this line, and I’ll pull you right back up.”

“Yes, sir.”

You hadn’t meant anything by it, the response coming naturally in a joking manner. But again, his face shifted, froze as if stunned. Then, just as suddenly, he turned to walk away…

…only he still held onto the line that was now attached to your harness, forcing you to plant your feet and grip the line tightly to keep from being yanked along behind him.

Once you were about ten feet deep into the hole, Sam leaned over towards his brother to comment:

“Smooth.”

“Shut up,” was the immediate response.

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[topguncortez]

another made-up fic title for you! -> Ungodly Hour

You’re Jake’s best kept secret. The girl he visits at the dark club off of 56th Street. He always comes in near closing hour, and the staff takes him to the booth that sits in the far back right corner of the club. It’s the darkest part of the club, but you still spot him the moment he walks in. He’s like a flame, and you a moth.

Jake knows it’s dumb to love a woman who’s occupation is to showcase her body for thirty eyed men, but he can’t help it. He knows you better than anyone. He knows your real name, where you are from, the name of your dog, and the job you wanted to have when you were a little girl.

Every night ends and starts the same, Jake’s body flush against yours as his name falls from your lips like a prayer. He then begs you to come home with him. Begs for just one night where you stay in his bed and wake up together in the morning. Begs for just a single chance to treat you right and show you that you could have all you wanted.

But you never give him the time of day…

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[blorbocedes]

hold me like a grudge

high school brocedes who r graduating and have an on and off friendship. they both applied at plot convenient extremely prestigious program, one they promised they'd both get in and graduate together. under the stars, on nico's dad's yacht. lewis gets in. nico doesn't.

huge source of resentment and self loathing for nico (yale 4 blair), and they fight about it. lewis pointing out that nico got in imperial college!!! when nico makes a comment like who really Needs further education, he can simply coast off monaco forever -- he knows 5 languages, he can work as a tour guide, drink, travel, fuck around. lewis is really frustrated with this laissez-faire hedonist don't care attitude that nico's putting on to hide that he cares!!! so much that he's gonna explode. (nico's scared of going to imperial because it's so far away from lewis home, but eventually concedes)

on prom, they realise it's their last night together cause nico has to fly out early and decide to ditch their dates to go steal brandy from keke's cabinet and get tipsy on nico's four poster bed, squashed in together. lewis jokes that nico's going to have a more british accent than he has. nico tells lewis he's not allowed to forget him for his stewpid new cool yale friends, that he was #first. they don't say goodbyes but nico does cry a bit into lewis when they just hold each other, like little kids, dress shoes on the bed. when lewis is absolutely sure nico is asleep, he kisses the top of his head.

here's the thing. lewis got into the program, yeah, but his family can't afford it. so he dropped out and is coming back to england, except he doesn't tell nico -- because he wants to leave their relationship at a point they were both equals, and not nico's hand me down poor friend. it's pre facebook era, so he's planning on ghosting nico, who will likely get busy with his new life and forget about him. letters being sent to a defunct address, phone numbers changed.

three years later, lewis is working part time at a pub in london. nico walks in.

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[goblins-riddles-or-frocks]

alarkling + immigration

Some sort of distant future AU where Alina still lost her powers but she just never aged and appears to be immortal? And in the face of not really having much of a purpose and being invulnerable she travels a lot and like is kind of a vigilante/good samaritan? Basically my immediate thought re: immigration was that she’s hiding out in Fjerda and helping a small group of Grisha escape the country. Somehow it goes bad— the people she was trying to help maybe get detained? And she doesn’t know what to do about it.

In a moment of despair she stumbles across Aleksander (he Has been stalking her) who, ignoring KoS canon lol, she has assumed to be dead for at least a century. And past her initial shock he probably gloats a little over her loss and how ineffectual she is, that she must regret so much like “think of everything you could have accomplished if you hadn’t lost your powers, if you had simply joined me” and she’s like “if I had obeyed you?” but he doesn’t seem to understand what distinction she’s drawing. She stares at him considering how unchanged he is, how ready to simply fall back into old patterns apparently. She’s almost envious of how unfeeling he is.

He takes the long stare as her wavering/attraction and maybe tries to kiss her or makes some sort of intimate gesture like touching her face or her hair. And she considers allowing it for a moment, but then steps out of his reach and tells him to go help the Fjerdan Grisha, since she couldn’t. And he’s like “Why should I? I dedicated my life to protecting Grisha and I was only repaid by a dagger to the heart.” (Also like unsaid but they’re Fjerdan so he dgaf) So she’s like “I have plenty of regrets but killing you isn’t one of them.” And he is very angry about that. But also the next day she learns that the local prison/holding area/wherever the Grisha were temporarily being kept was broken into. And uh probably all of the guards or whatever were found like in pieces (the Cut ftw) but the people she was trying to help got away and made it to the safe house she had arranged

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