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a series of interconnected holly-centric fics. updated as inspiration strikes but i'm marking it complete since I think each work has a satisfying enough ending
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09 Oct 2026
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On Friday, she gets home from school and the smell of the alcohol when she enters the living room is so strong that her brain initially categorizes it closer to hand sanitizer than liquor.
She stops in her tracks, takes in the form of her dad sprawled out on the couch, snoring lightly, surrounded by bottles. Infuriatingly, she feels the sting of tears at the backs of her eyes. She whirls around and runs for her room, throws her bag down on her bed and grabs the book and the flashlight and makes a break for it. She gets to the old house with pure muscle memory, not watching where she’s going, and she counts her steps and collapses on the ground on the ghost of her parents’ bed, her knees just giving out, and she curls into a ball on the grass that has grown over the place where she last had her innocence, and she cries.
And then she stops, and she sits up, and she wipes her face with her arm, and she gets the hell over it. She picks her book up and stares at the words without taking in a single one of them, just blinded with helpless rage.
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It isn’t the worst day of her life, not by a long shot — but by the time her boyfriend breaks up with her ten minutes into dinner, Holly March decides, maybe, it’s up there.
or: holly march hits rock bottom. thankfully, the marches have a little experience with that.
Bookmarked by omendreamer
09 Oct 2026
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“Well, you just let me know what I can do, okay? I could help you pack and stuff.”
Holly breathes through her nose. “Yeah. And stuff.”
Carol leaves a little while later, probably uncomfortable since that’s how Holly’s trying to make her feel. It’s not nice, but honestly Carol kicking her out a month before her L1 starts isn’t nice either, so she’s not going to feel too bad about it. She thinks about calling her dad, but it’s eight AM in California, and the only person up will be Jack, who will start trying to strategize with her when what she really needs is to complain. Holland is better for that.
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"These underworld child-bride deals never end well." Pause. "Well, maybe once."
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16 Sep 2026
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The first thing Garak thinks about every person he meets is how long they would stand up to his interrogation.
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- Part 5 of Trek prompt fills
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31 Dec 2014
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He dreams about it sometimes. He dreams about interrogation chambers, about injecting his subjects with paralytics and algesics, with truth serums and hallucinogens. He dreams about knives and scalpels and pliers and clamps, about blood and screams.
They're good dreams, for the most part.
Occasionally, he dreams about torturing people he cares about. Not often, as there aren't many people left who fit that description, but sometimes it's Mila under his knife, sometimes it's Julian.
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California Reputation by Demyrie
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
02 Feb 2019
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A lot of things happened while Toshinori was studying in California. California, true to tale, was a place where things simply happened.
There were important things, silly things, and things that left him with tastes Toshinori carried for the rest of his life. He hasn't really talked about any of these quasi-magical experiences, to anyone, for any reason ... so it's a bit of a stumbling block when his boyfriend rolls over and asks him a very personal question as only Shouta could:
"Do you have strong opinions on topping versus bottoming?"
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04 Sep 2026
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Beside him, Shouta rises clumsily to his elbow and takes his hand and presses it lightly to his mouth, dark eyes pinned on his. “If I take charge, will it help you feel like that? Like you can relax and turn off. And be slutty and held and stuff.”
“Ah, well ...”
Toshinori tucks one frizzled bang shyly behind his ear, smiling both at the sweetness of the offer and Shouta's particular summary of his needs. He skipped many stages in his life under the crush of becoming the Symbol of Peace but he is making up ground: for all his flaws and strange behavior, Shouta is spectacularly skilled at giving him palpitations befitting a lovestruck teenager.