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lil-pine-mha-drabbles · 3 years

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Can u please write a Shoto fanfic (or could be for multiple characters) inspired by Murders by Miracle Musical? 😭😭😭 The line "all for nothing at all" hits very VERY hard for me. Can u make it as angst as possible too?

Todoroki Shoto x Murderer Reader

I listened to that song a bunch and still my brain didn’t process all of the story in that song, I hope that you will still enjoy this. I did work hard and I think I did ok, but I put my own spin on it.

TW: A LOT of blood, a few swear words, and heavy(ish) angst.

I got too into the storyline I forgot all the actual angst I was supposed to put in.

Here are some people that inspire me, @alpha-bnha-boys and @random-mha-thoughts

There are 2567 words to read below the line!

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Were the woods always this scary?

The leaves rustled and the wind whistled as it sifted through the dark branches. It would have been a peaceful day if it weren’t for the darkness that had been put over the woods. You looked up through the cracks in the leaves to see that the sky was beginning to darken as well. You picked up your axe and wiped of the blood of the animal laying dead on the ground, the blood pooling around your feet. The smell was enticingly sweet, the scent of blood always fascinated you. As you grew older you figured out your favorite type of blood was human, there was something about the fact that there was no fur to get matted when the liquid gushed out leaving you in excitement to see the beautiful color on the white or chocolate skin.

You may be a murderer but you didn’t discriminate. You hoped desperately to find another human in these woods to harvest but you would wait and kill others patiently. The hunt is what you enjoyed; the feeling of raw adrenaline as you ran after your prey.

You had a quirk, and that quirk was a shifting quirk. You could change into any animal; real or fantasy that you could think of, but... whatever you choose you keep the appetite and diet of that chosen creature for a week.

If say, you wanted to be a horse, you would eat grass for a week, even after shifting back, if you wanted to be a dragon, you would be eating meat and spewing fire all week.

But, if you shifted into a herbivore then into a carnivore, you would not only be eating meat AND plants, you would have double the hunger for blood. To most people that would horrify them, but since you drank blood like apple juice, you had no problem going on a killing spree to sedate your desire.

You picked up the blood in the buckets you brought and rang out the already mangled body over the container. Finally you grabbed your shovel and dug by a dried tree. Soil that has a calcium deficiency ate up bodies quickly. If you buried and animal under a tree, the roots would wrap around the white bones in haste to receive their needed vitamin.

After the burial was complete you picked up the two buckets and walked to your cabin.

Now, these woods were special. There was a fountain of mirrors which showed your true inner self but only few have seen it. Those who have are trapped in the woods forever to guard the fountain from others who wish to see themselves.

You sniffed the air and quietly put down your buckets when you smelled it. Fresh prey.

Someone was in the woods whether they’re lost or they’re looking for the fountain, you don’t care, you’ll drink them up either way and leave their bones to the trees of the forest.

You turned into a bunny and jumped over boulders and bushes to reach the heavenly smell. It was sweeter then any human you have ever smelled, but it was surrounded by two other people. Well, you could eat two and save the sweetest for later, like a dessert.

There was a girl and two boys walking with picnic baskets through your woods. The girl was wearing bright pink, easy to spot. One boy had green hair that just made you want to rip out and watch the blood fall from the open scalp.

The last was the sweetest one. His hair was red and white, he would be easy to track down. If he ran you could sniff him out, or look through the darkness for his bright self.

The girl would be easiest to lure, you thought. She would like to chase the cute little bunny, but would ultimately get eaten by the big bad wolf.

You hopped out in front of the girl and her eyes went wide as she squealed to the boys next her how cute you were.

“Hoe, I am gorgeous, not cute.” You thought to yourself bitterly.

You hopped a little father away and the white and red haired boy tried to stop her.

“Uraraka, it’s dangerous in these woods, I wouldn’t recommend chasing the bunny.” He looked through you like he knew everything about you and you shook with anticipation.

Oh, this would be fun.

“Look, it’s cold. It’s shaking so much... please, I gotta help it.” You rolled your eyes and hopped away looking like you were limping. Your sweetest prey just sighed and waved her off like he knew she would be killed by you. The girl smiled and ran after you while the boys waited on the path for her.

When you lead her far enough that the boys wouldn’t see your smallest dragon form, you changed rapidly, stretching over her, your head curled around to the other side so she couldn’t run. You let her scream and then bit.

The blood squelched in your mouth as the neck snapped and your eyes rolled back at how good the flavor was. You sucked and sucked until she was nothing but a dried carcass on the floor.

You flew to the trees in your terrifying black creature form. “The Black Chaos.” The only way to describe this form is it looks like the chupacabra. Black fur that looked like porcupine quills, tail covered in spikes, claws as thin and as sharp as the sharpest knife, and wings that could cut through the thickest tree trunks in your way.

The two boys ran as fast as they could to where they heard the scream only for the green one to start bawling about his love, and your sweet, sweet prey looked around to assess the situation. He looked at all the trees till he locked eyes with you. His left side covered it self in flames and his right put a field of ice around his now screaming friend. You smiled at him, teeth glistening with the blood of the girl. Your eyes stayed on him as you flew up and over the trees.

He breathed a small sigh of relief, thinking you had left until he heard his ice shatter and you fly out, holding his last friend’s neck between your teeth. He was paralyzed with fear while sucked all of the blood from his friend while you locked eyes.

He couldn’t maintain eye contact much longer and turned to the side to throw up. You changed your form into your human body and watched from a distance curiously. Why did he feel sick? You were only eating a meal. Did he dislike you?

You had never felt this feeling before. It was one of dread and confusion, maybe, guilt. You watched him spill his guts for a bit more before he wiped his mouth and looked at you sitting on the ground, legs crossed, head tilted like a confused child.

“Why do you come to my woods, red one?” You asked.

“Why did you eat my friends?!”

“I was just having dinner, what’s the big deal? I’d rather have meals then friends.” You stated to him plainly.

He looked at you funny.

“I’m not afraid of death. When will you kill me?”

“Rather bold of you to think I was going to eat my dessert on a full stomach.” You looked at your black claw-like nails in thought.

“Dessert?”

“Dessert, your starting to get on my nerves. I might just keep you as punishment.”

“Is this some kind of sick twisted flirting?!” Tears streamed down his face, his eyes puffy red, and the darkness around him made you almost purr he looked so gorgeous.

“Is it working?” This time you did purr, your words surprised the boy as he flopped down onto the floor in defeat. “Well?” You asked again.

“Maybe you should have come up like a normal person and asked me on a date instead of EATING MY FRIENDS!?”

“I can see why you’re mad, but what is ‘date’?”

“A date, like where you take someone you might want to marry out to dinner or something.”

“Like a courtship then?”

“How old are you?” He asked curiosity lacing his voice as you purred because of the lovely sound.

“I was born in 1823. Lovely time I must admit, until they tried to burn me at the stake because I was the only person with a quirk.” You rolled your eyes then smile suddenly at the boy in front of you.

“How,” he coughed, “how old were you when you were killed?”

“Oh dear me, no, I wasn’t killed! I escaped into these woods, of course!!” Your smile must’ve grown larger because he looked like he became more uncomfortable. “Sorry, I smile too much.”

“No, you don’t smile too much, I just became uncomfortable because I’m sitting right next to my best friends’ corpses. No biggie.” He said with what you believed was sarcasm.

“I remember the first time I sat next to my best friend’s dead corpse, my father killed her when he found us kissing behind the barn! He wasn’t pleased that his daughter was becoming a ‘whore’. But! I showed him, after years of abuse from that bastard, I sucked his brains right out of his empty eye sockets! Good times, good times!” You laughed bitterly. “You probably think I’m some freak right? A girl can’t like girls and guys, it’s immoral.”

“Well, that’s not why I find you a freak, but you’re fine. It’s called being a bisexual. It’s not super new but it’s definitely more widely excepted now days.” He smiled at you slightly which made you smile a bit.

You two talked through the night like that. He explained that his father was emotionally and physically abusing him, and he had problems with showing emotion because of it. He wasn’t exactly “okay” with you killing his friends but he seemed more excepting then anyone you could think of.

You’d been with Shoto for months now. He was forever forced to stay in the woods. (With you not letting him leave only to go back to his father, it could be quite difficult.)

You talked about everything and anything, he taught you how to cook meat and how to prepare a meal without drinking blood. You stayed in your human form for the rest of the time he was with you and the only animals you were ever allowed to transform into were herbivores, which made sense. You hadn’t eaten raw meat in months and you thought you were doing better.

You thought.

You warned him. “Full moon is coming, stay in the cabin when I’m out, don’t leave. I won’t be able to control myself.” You told him, over, and over, and OVER. He didn’t LISTEN.

You were out in your most dangerous form, the Black Chaos. Wings spread out you hunted without being able to stop yourself. This was the only time of year you physically couldn’t restrain yourself from hurting others, and killing, and hunting.

Over the past hundreds of years that you’ve roamed these woods, this was the only time you were scared of yourself. You hated the way you couldn’t control yourself when you smell the slightest bit of sweet blood.

You had hunted ninety-nine beasts in the forest, bears, wolves, bunnies, foxes, dogs, dear, frogs, if they had meat on them, they were dead. Every time you hunt like this you count how many you kill.

It’s always a hundred. Exactly.

The moon was falling fast and you felt yourself slowly come back but something wasn’t right, you had seen a few animals pass you but you had no intention of killing them, yet you only had ninety-nine.

What was your body waiting for?

You looked out towards where the sun was rising and felt yourself stay on edge. Whatever was happening, Black Chaos still held the rains of your body.

That’s when it hit. The sweetest scent, Shoto.

He must’ve left the cabin looking for you now that the sun had risen, you wanted to call out to him, scream, “run!!! Stay away!!” But no words left your mouth as your body surged forward, bounding on all fours, not even utilizing your wings.

You saw the head of red and white hair in the distance and you finally let out and agonizing scream. “RUN!!!” That was all you could say before your eyes turned red and he turned and ran.

The chase was on.

You could hear his breathy huffs as he ran you could hear the leaves crunch under his feet, his sobs that wracked his body as his tears fell. He was terrified, of YOU.

You were screaming and crying and trying to stop this mess but the thing inside you wouldn’t stop seeking blood, his blood.

Finally after twenty minutes of running and crying on both parts, he tripped and you loomed over him, your long black tongue lolled out and touched his face, caressing it sweetly, wiping his tears as his chest rose and fell rapidly. Not only from all of the running, but also the fear of you.

He always said he wasn’t afraid of death but after looking into your eyes, your eyes that held death, he realized something. He was afraid, but he was in love with death. He loved you. YOU. The one who comforted him and joked with him and learned how to be human from him.

“I love you!” He yelled out as your long tentacle tongue wrapped around his neck, your teeth inches away from biting down.

“I love you so much it aches! I want to live with you forever! I want to teach you to be human and hug you when you’re sad!” He cried and cried and watched as your own tears fell for your eyes.

Then you bit down.

You screamed in agonizing pain as your only love was ripped from you by yourself. You did this. Your human form came back to you and you slammed you fists on Shoto’s chest.

“I love you so fucking much!”

“I’m so sorry!!! I’m so sorry!! I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry... I’m so—“ your laid your head on his chest and cried and cried and cried.

Shoto’s hands moved to your face and wiped your tears.

“I love you too. You’re wonderful.”

You hugged him tightly crying harder in relief. How was he alive?

“It’s cliché to say that your love woke me up, but look at where we are.”

You look around and a smile made it’s way to your face. You were in the Fountain of Mirrors. The water had already healed Shoto’s neck.

He had tripped into the shallow pool when you were chasing him and you were too worried about him to see that you were surrounded by the water.

“You’re a guardian now. Of the woods, I mean.” You laughed threw your sobs.

“I know. And I will be forever.”

And so, you and Shoto live in the forest of Murder for the rest of the days of the earth. You looked into the mirror to see yourself a beautiful swan, you were no longer Black Chaos, you were White Savior, helping all people away from the fountain instead of gobbling them up.

The End.

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pynchbookclub · 5 years

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so i decided to do 2017 book diversity bingo a year late and did it in 2018 instead, but i ended up reading a ton of great books and i made a much more conscious effort to pick out more diverse stories and i made a list of them all!! these are not all the books i read this year, but i made a list of the ones that fit a category in diversity bingo,, so i hope you enjoy some diverse books!! Here are books with :

Trans MC: Lily and Dunkin, The Art of Being Normal, Queen of Air and Darkness, Anger is a Gift

Non-Binary MC: Anger is a Gift

Sci-Fi Fantasy with disabled MC: Six of Crows, Obsidio

Jewish MC: Call Me By Your Name, Leah on the Offbeat, Lily and Dunkin, Angels in America, What If It’s Us, Dear Evan Hansen, Together at Midnight, Queen of Air and Darkness

Indian MC: Mara Dyer Series, A Little Life, Puddin, You’re Welcome Universe, Queen of Air and Darkness

Displaced MC: Six of Crows, The You I’ve Never Known, A Map of Days

MC with an underrepresented body: Nowhere Girls, The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian, I Am Not Your Perfect Mexican Daughter, Leah on the Offbeat, The Miseducation and Cameron Post, Six of Crows, A Little Life, Puddin, All For the Game series, You’re Welcome Universe, The Art of Being Normal, Queen of Air and Darkness, Anger is a Gift

Neurodiverse MC: Queens of Geek, History is All You Left Me, Mara Dyer series, The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian, I Am Not Your Perfect Mexican Daughter, Together at Midnight, What If It’s Us, The Secret History, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime, Queen of Air and Darkness, Four Weeks Five People, Anger is a Gift

LGBTQIA MC: Call Me By Your Name, Girls on Fire, History is All You Left Me, The Raven Cycle series, I’ll Give You the Sun, All For the Game series, Song of Achilles, I Have Lost My Way, Poet X, The Miseducation of Cameron Post, Six of Crows, Obsidio, Leah on the Offbeat, Porcupine of Truth, A Little Life, Burning Maze, Puddin, You Know Me Well, Lily and Dunkin, Angels in America, The You I’ve Never Known, Let’s Talk About Love, Maurice, What If It’s Us, The Lady’s Guide to Petticoats and Piracy, Dear Evan Hansen, The Secret History, The Art of Being Normal, Queen of Air and Darkness, Anger is a Gift

Bisexual MC: Let’s Talk About Love, Maurice, Dear Evan Hansen, Queen of Air and Darkness, Anger is a Gift

MC with invisible disability: You’re Welcome Universe, The Lady’s Guide to Petticoats and Piracy, The Secret History, Anger is a Gift

MC with anaphylactic allergy: One of Us is Lying, The Raven Cycle series

MC of colour in Sci-Fi Fantasy: Six of Crows, Obsidio, Queen of Air and Darkness

Latinx MC: More Happy Than Not, The Closest I’ve Come, All For the Game series, I Am Not Your Perfect Mexican Daughter, Poet X, Puddin, The You I’ve Never Known, Angels in America, Queen of Air and Darkness, What If It’s Us, Anger is a Gift

Non-Western setting: Song of Achilles, Six of Crows, Obsidio, Queen of Air and Darkness

MC with chronic pain: Six of Crows, A Little Life, Anger is a Gift

West Asian setting: Crazy Rich Asians, The Lady’s Guide to Petticoats and Piracy

Arab MC: The Lady’s Guide to Petticoats and Piracy, A Very Large Expanse of Sea

MC with a wheelchair: Obsidio, A Little Life, Anger is a Gift

Book by author of colour: More Happy Than Not, History is All You Left Me, The Closest I’ve Come, The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian, I Am Not Your Perfect Mexican Daughter, Poet X, A Little Life, Crazy Rich Asians, Let’s Talk About Love, What If It’s Us, A Very Large Expanse of Sea, Four Weeks Five People, Anger is a Gift

Biracial MC: Mara Dyer series, I Have Lost My Way, The Miseducation of Cameron Post, Six of Crows, Leah On the Offbeat, A Little Life, The Burning Maze, Puddin, All For the Game series, Queen of Air and Darkness

Pansexual MC: Burning Maze, Dear Evan Hansen

Black MC: The Closest I’ve Come, I Have Lost My Way, Six of Crows, Poet X, Leah on the Offbeat, A Little Life, Save the Date, Angels in America, Let’s Talk About Love, The Lady’s Guide to Petticoats and Piracy, Dear Evan Hansen, The Art of Being Normal, Queen of Air and Darkness, Anger is a Gift

Ace MC: A Little Life, Puddin, All For the Game series, The Lady’s Guide to Petticoats and Piracy, Let’s Talk About Love, Anger is a Gift

LGBT MC of colour: Porcupine of Truth, More Happy Than Not, Mara Dyer series, All For the Game series, I Have Lost My Way, The Miseducation of Cameron Post, Six of Crows, Obsidio, Leah on the Offbeat, A Little Life, Puddin, The You I’ve Never Known, Angels in America, The Lady’s Guide to Petticoats and Piracy, Let’s Talk About Love, What If It’s Us, Queen of Air and Darkness, Anger is a Gift

Visually Impaired MC: The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian, I Have Lost My Way, Poet X

Arranged Marriage--Queen of Air and Darkness

Indigenous MC: The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian, The Miseducation of Cameron Post, The Burning Maze

Diverse non-fiction: Stonewall, Queer There and Everywhere, Boy Erased, Our Stories Our Voices

POC on the cover: The Closest I’ve Come, Poet X, I Am Not Your Perfect Mexican Daughter, Puddin, Crazy Rich Asians, Let’s Talk About Love, You’re Welcome Universe, What If It’s Us, Four Weeks Five People, Anger is a Gift

Immigrant MC: Poet X, Crazy Rich Asians, Queen of Air and Darkness, Anger is a Gift

Deaf MC: The Lady’s Guide to Petticoats and Piracy, You’re Welcome Universe

Hijabi MC: The Lady’s Guide to Petticoats and Piracy, A Very Large Expanse of Sea, Anger is a Gift

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thewonderginger · 7 years

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Asexual Ward Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3 IS UP Y’ALL!!!!

An Empty Vessel But A Full Heart

Chapter 3 --> Follow me on Ao3!

Moving Forward, Falling Back

Ward and his younger sister Joy explore an LGBT event at their school but it ends a bit darker than they anticipate.

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Two months later

“You’ve got to try these rainbow macaroons,” Joy exclaimed holding the treat to Ward’s face. He smiled at his sister and took it from her hand stuffing the whole thing in his mouth.

“Is reary goord,” he mumbled through the food accidently breathing out some bits on Joy’s shoulder.

“EW!” she cried and Ward laughed at her as she brushed the crumbs off herself. They headed to the next booth in the school common area. This one was advertising drag performances. Ward swallowed the sweet cookie as Joy grabbed a flier, her mentioning how beautiful all the women were and that she and Ward should get a front seat.

“Yes because I want a sexy man in a sexy dress to give me a lapdance while my sister watches,” he joked as they meandered down the rainbow clad event, booths lining the sidewalks as people meandered from one table to the other.

“They’re not strippers, they’re performers,” Joy informed him, tucking her short hair behind her ear. She had dyed it a dark brown and for the first time they looked like brother and sister. “They don’t give you lap dances”.

“Oh,” Ward replied. They were coming up to a white man in short shorts and a tank top standing next to a cone taller than him, small flags of many colors poking through like porcupine spikes.

“Get your pride flags folks!” the vendor shouted. “Support men’s shelters with five dollar pride flags. We got homosexual, lesbosexual, pansexual, bisexual…”.

Joy skipped towards the man as Ward watched her excitingly decide on a flag. She was estatic to come to this school next year since she was graduating high school early. He’d never show it but he was more impatient about her attending than she was. He was ready to have someone around who understood him even if she didn’t know everything. Joy paid the vendor and returned to Ward waving a magenta, lavender, and blue striped flag.

“Did you want to tell me something?” Ward joked.

“Its for you doofus,” she said tickling his nose with the fabric which he flicked out of his face. “Trying to be supportive of the bisexual community. Is that okay bisexual community?”

Ward snorted and they continued through the event, watching performances, learning about school clubs, and of course Joy wanted to join all of them. She could probably run all of them too, Ward thought to himself feeling both extremely proud and extremely jealous.

They were about to leave for dinner when they came across a booth of people dressed in purple shirts. Joy went up to the table eager to learn as always and Ward followed her, the little flag sticking out of his back jean pocket. The booth had a black, white, gray, and purple striped flag in front with the the text reading “A-SEXY AND WE KNOW IT!” There were fliers and pamphlets and few stuffed toy plants with little happy faces embroidered on them. Joy would love those. Heck, Ward loved them.

He started listening to the person at the booth (“Well there’s aromantic, asexual, its a small community but awareness of these orientations is growing. Some people don’t experience…”) when he saw Jesse across the yard. Ward moved to stand behind a tall banner next to the booth removing himself from Jesse’s possible view. He knew he shouldn’t but he couldn’t help but look at him. Jesse was helping fold up a booth table a good ways away from where Ward was. Two guys lifted the table and waved at Jesse, him returning the gesture, when a tall black guy walked up behind him. Jesse turned and immediately kissed the man. Ward was stung but an immediate numbness radiated over it as his lids drooped down. There was no point in being shocked or hurt. Ward was about to look away and ask Joy to hurry up when he saw the pair make a sudden move. The guy took Jesse behind a tall banner on their side but before they were completely covered, the guy’s hand latched on to Jesse’s groin who responded by biting his bottom lip. Ward looked away dropping his head and then just started walking. He only got ten feet when Joy came sprinting after him.

“Ward, where are you going?” she exclaimed holding a booklet from the booth in her hand. She took his arm and he turned towards her looking over her head.

“I’m just hungry,” he said blankly. “Let's, uh, let's go”. He continued down the path and at first Joy didn’t follow. Then she came at him again quickly, grabbing his arm and moving him faster down the sidewalk.

“I didn’t see him there, oh my God,” she stated. “Yeah for sure let's go. I’m sorry”.

Joy met Jesse a few times. They got along well. Like brother and sister. She said she couldn’t wait to have a new Meachum in the family if that's the surname they took. Ward screwed that relationship up for her. Another reason why it's better for him to be alone. This pain sucked but hurting Joy would be the worst thing he could ever do.

He wiped his eye with his thumb as they stood in the elevator to their car. He was holding the pride flag against his leg but he was feeling anything but proud. Joy held his arm the whole time and it was a comfort. But she didn’t know the whole story. Just the break up, just the heartbreak over one relationship. He was too ashamed to tell her the whole truth but he made sure she knew it was his fault. She said it wasn’t but she didn’t know. And she never would.

They made it to Ward’s car in the structure as Joy leafed through the booklet. They entered the vehicle as Ward turned on the ignition. Before he could put the car in reverse a text went off on his phone. It was from his dad but he put the name in his phone as 'Work’ to avoid suspicion. He was about to open the message when Joy made a curious noise. Ward looked at her and she glanced at him reading out loud from the booklet.

“‘ Asexuality’ ,” she read. “‘ A sexual orientation where the person does not experience sexual attraction’. Hmm,” she nodded. “‘ Though the spectrum is wide and various most ace people may not participate in sexual conduct and/or intercourse ”. Joy nodded again then threw the booklet into the backseat. “Sounds like these people just need to get laid”.

Ward smiled at the comment when another text message alerted on his phone. This time from Franklin. He opened the message from the head of the board and read the words. Then he read them again. Then he read them another time trying to get the message through his brain. His face must have looked shocked because Joy’s voice was concerned.

“Ward whats’ wrong?”

He looked at her and then back at the text. “Um, it's Markowitz”.

“What did that bitch do now?” Joy said exasperated but Ward shook his head holding out his hand for her to stop.

“Her daughter committed suicide,” he finally said. Joy looked at him with wide eyes. “She’s quitting. ‘ Effective immediately’ ,” he read from his phone screen.

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I totally forget that east coast colleges are different from west coast so if you've been to Columbia and my layout description is different I'm sorry I've never left the west coast and I am trash. Also short chapter this time because I'm giving myself time to catch up.

#ward meachum #fan fiction #asexual ward meachum #ace!ward #asexual fan fiction #iron fist #ward meachum fanfiction

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