Fireflies
What if Willy's plan to escape Scrubbit & Bleacher's didn't go according to plan?
What if Willy's plan to escape Scrubbit & Bleacher's didn't go according to plan?
Wonka's store stood, a hollowed-out husk, the remains burned to cinders. When the cartel came, what if Arthur felt a twinge of something he hadn't felt in years? The pre-slash/ get-together fic that precisely one person asked for.
Felix Fickelgruber's life had always been dictated by his words-his soulmark, a phrase destined to connect him with his soulmate. Unlike others who struggled with ambiguous marks, Felix's were clear and unmistakable, setting a path before him that many would envy. Yet, Felix found this clarity more of a burden than a...
"They're all the same darned thing, Noodle! Don't you tell me that they're not." Noodle took a deep, steadying breath. Then another. Then another. "We've been over these ones before, Willy." "Could you maybe-" Before he could get any further, Noodle shook her head sharply. "I'd really appreciate it if you didn't keep...
"Please? Please. I need..." "The boy is clearly a beta, Felix. Use your nose. No self-respecting omega would go around smelling like that. And have you not seen his clothes? The callouses on his hands? I know you have a weakness for pretty little things, Felix, but wake up. This is no more than another pathetic attemp...