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Blurred Lines - A Marjumn Story  by Ellie4976444
Ellie4976444
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Where friendship sparks a deeper connection and the boundaries to their relationship fade away... Romance, heartbreak, smut
Falling for you. by knight_x8
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What if marjumn really happened?
When night meets dawn - marjumn by marjumns3rd
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What happens when Autumn, a vampire hunter in training, falls for someone who happens to be one of the very same creatures she's sworn to destroy.
୨୧ 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐣𝐮𝐦𝐧 𝐎𝐧𝐞-𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 ୨୧ by thefoolwhofellinlove
thefoolwhofellinlove
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Just random Marjumn one-shots that aren't long enough to be a full story (even though some of them are like 15k words 💀)!
Accidental Wedding Dress by Thenurserynursefiles
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One-shot... It didn't click because she's never been to a wedding as an adult. How the white dress stood out among everything and everyone else. How her own wedding was on a whim and she didn't get those experiences that came with planning a wedding. Or Marjorie and the guilt that eats her alive at the Shivian wedding when she realizes what's her white dress means.
Pressed for the Memories by Thenurserynursefiles
Thenurserynursefiles
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When exchanging words felt to difficult and writing a letter felt to personal, vulnerable, Autumn found that expressing herself with flowers came the easiest. After all the language of flowers was dead to most. So why would she be worried about expressing her feelings to Marjorie through them when the other had no idea what it meant... expect she forgot about the three people who knew her well enough to know that every bouquet was a confession, an almost wrapped up in brown packing and paper strings. That it wasn't only the delicate red roses that could tell a story but others too.