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A small, highly selective collection of my favourite fics.
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The Funeral Rites of Tributes by aimmyarrowshigh
Fandoms: Hunger Games Trilogy - Suzanne Collins
24 Apr 2011
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How Tributes are dead, but not how they died.
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“You have two minutes,” Gregorovich said robotically. “Then, I will kill you. How do you know that name.”
“I…” Alex croaked- had his throat always been so sore? “You won’t believe me.”
“Try.”
“I have a…” a severed heart strung up like a necklace with stolen paracord. “A...voice. In my head. That tells me things.”~
“Where are you from?” Alex asked.
The place that is the end of all things. And the beginning.
“You know about Yu. About the people there, about things.”
Yes, the heart told him. I see the secrets held close to their chests. -
the saga of the shieldmaiden and the serpent by SearchingforSerendipity
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
17 Dec 2015
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Love is a weakness, he tells you seriously. Love is a weapon, that is what he means to say, and you see in his eyes that he does not understand how you so gladly forego your armour.
You laugh and laugh, and tell him love is a weapon, yes, that it scours and burns and scars, but it is a double edged sword, and a shield besides. You have killed men with your shield alone, as a girl
(you killed with your words and your wand and your thoughts as a woman, too, but your hands never got any cleaner)
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Gale goes into the arena to save Peeta, his young man, from going in. Things would have been very different if Katniss and Gale were together: two kids from the Seam who know how to hunt. They play the Games and they play them well but regardless of how well they play, regardless of whether either of them survive, nothing will ever be the same for them or the country.
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- Part 1 of Pageant of Death Universe
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No matter how many universes there may be, Matt and Foggy seem to be together in all of them, one way or another.
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Skywalker, the deep hollow voice of the desert says, echoing like a heartbeat in his bones. Do you know what your name means?
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Bookmarked by mayfriend
10 Feb 2021
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For just a moment, he’s back in the market in Mos Espa, standing frozen in front of the bloodied auction block. The silence between him and his father stretches with the weight of centuries. Skywalker, the voice of the desert whispers through his bones. Lukka. Do you know what your name means?
“So, you have accepted the truth,” Vader says, his voice as deep as the desert, and as hollow, in spite of the note of satisfaction there.
But that note is there. It’s enough. Luke seizes it, and twists the knife.
“I’ve accepted the truth that you were once Anakin Skywalker, my father,” he says, his gaze fixed firmly on Vader’s blank, unchanging mask. Always before, he’d thought it looked angry, like some sort of vengeful spirit of gloating death. But he’s never been this close before.
Perhaps it’s only a strange effect of industrial lighting against the forest night. Perhaps it’s less even than that. The mask is still skeletal, but the man who wears it now holds no terror. For the first time, Luke notices the chain at Vader’s throat.
“That name no longer has any meaning for me,” Vader says.
He intends it as a denial, Luke thinks. A rejection. That’s what he wants Luke to hear. But he says it in Amatakka, and the language of the desert is not suited to lies.
The name Anakin means the one who brings the rain. The one who brings freedom. But Luke’s hands are bound and there is a chain around his father’s neck. He wonders, for the first time, who holds the key.
“It is the name of your true self,” Luke says, staring at the red lenses of his father’s mask and refusing to look away. “You’ve only forgotten.”
Keekta-du. Luke wields the word like a weapon, and Vader, it seems, hasn’t forgotten everything. He flinches, just a little, but Luke doesn’t miss it, or the way he tries to hide it. The sudden hope that surges in him is sharp enough to draw blood.
“I know there is good in you,” Luke breathes. “The Emperor hasn’t driven it from you fully. That’s why you couldn’t destroy me. That’s why you won’t bring me to your Emperor now.”
His gaze is still trained unerringly on the tinted lenses of his father’s mask. For the first time in his life, Luke thinks there is nothing in all the universe he’s afraid of.
It’s Vader who looks away.
He twists Luke’s lightsaber in his hands, examining it with a critical eye, and Luke might almost be surprised at the obvious evasion, except that it’s not really an evasion at all, is it? The lightsaber carved from the bones of the desert looks somehow awkward in his father’s gloved hands, as though he doesn’t quite know how to hold it. Luke wonders if Vader can sense the desert fire there, if it calls to him in a language he still remembers, in spite of all his denials.
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Asynchronous Circuit by Jessepinwheel
Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types
06 Jul 2020
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Twenty-two years ago on Melida/Daan, Obi-Wan left the Jedi Order to fight in a war. He never returned to the Temple.
Now, a few months into the Clone Wars, a Jedi Knight shows up in Obi-Wan's office in Coruscant's undercity, looking for help with a blackmail problem. Blackmail would be simple enough, but this--as with all things involving the Jedi--has something much bigger behind it. Trouble might be Obi-Wan's business, but this is a little above his pay grade.
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- Part 1 of Functionally Complete
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Bookmarked by mayfriend
31 Dec 2020
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"You really believe that," he said quietly. "That you can just try your hardest and everything will work out."
"I didn't say that. My best is all I can give, that's it. I can't beat myself up for things I'm not capable of, or things I don't know. Maybe I will find Skywalker. Maybe I won't. But I have to try."
"Do or do not," Bruck said.
"I'm not a Jedi anymore. I can try all I like."
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does it bother anyone else that someone else has your name? by suzukiblu
Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Original Trilogy, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy
07 Jun 2019
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Drabble series about various soulmates in the Star Wars universe.
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“Fuck,” Han says someplace between meeting Luke Skywalker and Leia Organa and seeing them kiss and being told what they actually are to each other, for the first time understanding that the Leia Skywalker scrawled across his chest is there to mark his broken heart.
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25 Nov 2020
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“He betrayed and murdered your father,” Obi-Wan tells Luke quietly, and it is not a lie—not from a certain point of view. It does not feel like a lie in either his mouth or the Force.
There was a name on his shoulder, once. It was a name he did not speak of, and a name he remains certain was unreciprocated, but it was there all the same.
A name right where a lightsaber will tear through him, one day.
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Queen's Gambit by bedlamsbard
Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types
06 Jun 2015
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Civil war threatens the galaxy. Hundreds of star systems have declared their intentions to leave the Republic and form a Confederacy of Independent Systems.
In the hopes of securing a quick peace, the Jedi Council has dispatched two Jedi to capture or kill the leaders of the separatist movement, Queen Amidala of Naboo and her lover, the former Jedi Obi-Wan Kenobi.
Into this period of conflict have come four refugees from another universe, fleeing a devastating massacre triggered by the death of Supreme Chancellor Palpatine, secretly the Sith lord Darth Sidious, at the hands of Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker…
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- Part 2 of Ouroboros
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18 Nov 2020
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“Why in blazes would you do that for me?” he said.
“Because we love you,” Padmé said.
Anakin glanced up. “Well, that was your first mistake,” he said, his tone faintly bitter.
Padmé scooted over on the couch so that she could put an arm around his shoulders. He was tense, almost as tense as Obi-Wan had been, and she could feel him holding himself away from her. “Love is never a mistake,” she said.
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Universal Constant by Cirth for mayfriend
Fandoms: DCU (Comics), Nightwing (Comics), Batman - All Media Types
18 Nov 2020
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After Dick is shot, Bruce and the others don't leave him in Blüdhaven. Instead, they bring him home.
It's not what anyone expects.
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14 Nov 2020
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The manor is all he has known for days. In effect, it is all he has ever known – that, and the hospital. His life has been divided into two colours: the sterile white of sheets, and rich woods the shade of the dark chocolate in the top shelf of the fridge. Appeals to go to the city, to any place outside the gates, have been met with vague statements about Dick's safety: It's a big place, you could get lost. Someone might mug you. Your bandages just came off, you should rest for a few more days.
Dick rolls his shoulder. Flexes his ankle. His body wants air. Pumping blood. Wind sharp on his cheeks. The gardens are not enough even though they fade into acres of woodland. When he opens the window and leans out he is met with the smog-smudged acid-neon of the cityscape, beyond the dark line of trees in the manor grounds.
There is a flicker of something in his head. Bronze-edged goggles. Dark clothing. Glitter of a knife. A whisper: Richard. The view from his bed at the hospital.
(There had been something at the window. Man-shaped, crouching. He told the nurse and she said Don't worry, people with TBIs see things sometimes, I'll get the doctor.)
He gets up, stretches, walks a couple of circles in his room. Sits down on his bed. Opens his bedside drawer and sifts through the contents, which his family had brought over from his Blüdhaven apartment. Faux-leather wallet, frayed at the edges, with thirty-two wrinkled dollar notes and ten cents. Batman-themed flashlight (?). Tiny bear figurine with a chipped ear and a tag that reads From LiAn C:.
Dick feels like he is occupying the room of a man so recently deceased that people are not done mourning him. He feels like he is occupying the dead man's body.