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Somewhere tucked away in the back Alleys of Dublith is mysterious little bar known for secrets and the odd company it keeps but after it becomes exposed the once safe haven for it's inhabitance has become a living hell. Desperate for help one of the few survivors calls the only one they can turn to as advised by their boss

And here's my MOST self indulgent fic- Iruma-kun x FMA

Kristoff grabbed Hans, the thirteenth asshole of the Southern Isles, by the collar and hauled him up from the ground.

"Okay, on your feet, fancy pants."

"Oh! Oh!"

Olaf hopped from one foot to the other and clapped his stick hands together in delight.

"First we had feisty pants," he said, pointing one twig finger at Anna, "And now, we have fancy pants!" he continued, pointing another at Hans.

One of my favourite Hansanna fics, this story was published anonymously to livejournal’s disney_kink community as a response to this prompt: 

Hans is genuinely every bit as bad as he is in canon...except for one thing. He really did fall in love with Anna and, as a result, turned his entire near-sociopathic, manipulative, generally diabolical brain towards the task of making Anna happy at any cost. If that means sparing Elsa and not becoming king, so be it. If it means covertly assassinating Elsa's political opponents so Anna isn't worried that her sister might be deposed, fair enough. He manages to keep this from Anna the whole time. Bonus points for: - He really is that adorkable - but still evil.

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Fallout: New Vegas Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: Male Courier, Courier (Fallout) Additional Tags: Dismemberment, a vague number of nameless and faceless npc deaths, mentions of pain-reducing drugs, POV Second Person, kind of, sorry - Freeform Series: Part 10 of Atom I.C. Courier Summary:

The beat-up highwayman's motors roar as it speeds across the desert to make itself parallel to the train's rushing flank.

To Ezekiel, it is a breath of fresh air. An escape.

He takes in the picturesque landscape through grey puffs of air. He takes notice of small pattering of footprints in the snow, prey running, predator chasing. He sees some larger creatures moving through the trees, in and around pools of water. He sees a large pile of snow, almost certainly hiding a large sleeping mammal. Life surrounds, yet he feels comfortably distant from it all.