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The Imperfect Soulmate || Travlyn AU by AlunaVsWorld
The Imperfect Soulmate || Travlyn AU
AlunaVsWorld
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  • Parts 11
"You really are imperfect for me, Travis Valkrum." On the year you turn 20, you are given a marking on your wrist. And the day that you get it on? August 18th. Your soulmate gets the same exact one, at the same exact time. Katelyn Firefist got her marking; but will never look at it. Never again. Not after how bad she was hurt. But what if she did? And what if when she looked at it, it was the same one as Travis Enki's? After she swore she'd never fall in love again, she catches herself falling for him. Even with his perverted ways, and how she frequently punches him. How will she ever get along with him? After all, he is the imperfect soulmate. [[Characters belong to Aphmau]] [[Mild Language Warning]] [[Cover done by Mady @_Malio_]]
Frost: Survivor by IvyMooreChild
Frost: Survivor
IvyMooreChild
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  • Parts 24
My name is Aaron. And I am a prisoner. The year is 2023, five years after North Korea dropped atomic bombs over the U.S and Asia. The whole world unraveled. Plunged into a nuclear winter. The Middle East washed over a blanket of radiation, Russia and North Korea controlling the 'habitable' areas of the Earth. The surface above is, death. The air so polluted with radiation it's unbreathable. The survivors, live in subway tunnels, underground bunkers, anywhere we can breathe. Clean water is a luxury, food is rare, and ammo is gold. I'm not a hero, I'm just trying to keep myself alive.
Starfleet by IvyMooreChild
Starfleet
IvyMooreChild
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  • Parts 10
Earth , 5019 ; 20:00 Military Time. "Run!" "Get out of here!" "What the hell is that?!" Explosions, gunfire, people running, screaming, complete chaos, madness, bullets flying at friends and foes. A young boy cowers in fear, his home consumed by fire and this neighbors by the alien Harvesters that had invaded the unsuspecting planet. Rebel Flagship Banshee, 5032; 12:00 Shipboard Time. "Commander, the men you have requested are awaiting your orders." "Adjutant, how long until we orbit Para III?" A gruff, commanding voice asks the screen in front of him, his black hair uncut and unscrupulous, his steel eyes cold and almost emotionless. "ETM, Ten minutes." The computer replies, and the man smirks, a cigarette in his mouth. "It's time for a little payback."