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During a vacation to New England, a freak accident leaves Alfred in a tricky situation. Luckily, Matthew is there to help bail him out. Today's Halloween nightmare is tomorrow's urban legend, but sometimes, the truth behind the myth is just two brothers doing their best. A very belated Halloween oneshot. See trigger warnings inside.
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23 Jul 2026
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"I'll keep you updated. In the meantime, go back to sleep. When you need to worry, I'll tell you."
"Heh." Ryland ran his hand down his face. "It's terrible you know that it actually makes me feel better. What would I do without you?"
"Explode at a colleague at a conference and get expelled from academia and become a middle school teacher." Eva said, promptly.
"Wow, you've thought about that way too hard." Ryland laughed. "Middle schoolers might not vape in class, though. Maybe I should switch."
"Let's not joke."
or: fourteen conversations where ryland grace doesn’t realize eva stratt is a time traveller
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22 Jul 2026
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[This fic is a reupload/archive of TCE by wizzard890 and pyrrhiccomedy on Live Journal. It is abandoned/unfinished. All author's notes, unless otherwise stated, are from the original fic.]
"The Chosen End": a Russia/America collaboration spanning from their first diplomatic contact in 1780 to the present day.
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22 Jul 2026
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When you are representing a nation with billions of people, the highs and lows are drastic. The USA's record-breaking average of depression in its citizens one winter has left Alfred to deal with the side effects. His normally chipper self is withdrawn and he finds himself feeling empty and alone. Of course, there is one other representative who can relate to that better than anyone else, and he sets it as his mission to help Alfred through his time of need.
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20 Jul 2026
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“Halfway through the third fake fall, my ankle folded and… I fell. I didn’t even have time to think or grab anything before everything was just upside down.”
Ivan sat silent; mouth slightly agape from what he was trying to process. He leaned in closer, supporting himself on his knees to ask, “You fell?”
“I fell. All the way down.” Alfred nodded, taking a sip from his beer.
“You fell… from the Grand Canyon?”
Alfred nodded again, only slower. “Yep."
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18 Jul 2026