kristsune



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    A collection of fics from a religious AU. NJ is an angel, Anomaly is the sinner saint who loves him.

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  1. Public Bookmark 2

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    Oscar lay down beside him as he bled on the floor.

    "Did you think I would kill you?" he asked, eyes full of that coy mischief he'd once hated furiously and now loved even more so.

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    22 Apr 2020

  2. Public Bookmark 5

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    This isn’t the first time Grizzop has come to Oscar in the middle of the night covered in blood after a hunt, though it’s still more of a rarity than a regularity. Oscar shifts slightly in bed, taking in the way Grizzop tracks the movement, the way he trembles. Yes, Oscar can tell it’s going to be one of those nights.

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    04 Apr 2020

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  3. Public Bookmark 1

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    Sasha is confused at Grizzop's card playing technique, and Grizzop is just happy to be doing anything.

    [A recording of a fic by kristsune]

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    03 Apr 2020

  4. Public Bookmark 2

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    Grizzop babysits Wilde before he leaves for Rome.

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    24 Mar 2020

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  5. Public Bookmark 7

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    “Just— just hang on,” Zolf says, dragging his gaze over to Wilde’s face, to the too pale skin, the flecks of blood on his lips that are being washed away by the rain, to his eyes, trained on Zolf and glassy with pain. “Oscar—“ And isn’t it funny how Zolf rarely calls the man by his first name instead of his surname, not that he minds it. “Oscar, just hang on, I— you’re— you’re going to be….” Fine, is what Zolf should say, and what he can’t say. Wilde has at least one punctured lung from the sound of it, and those damn tridents do as nearly much damage going out as going in. Without a spell or a potion on hand to heal him immediately, there’s nothing Zolf can do.

    No. Not nothing. 

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    22 Mar 2020

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