Intelligence Isn't a Magical Thing (Neison) | ✔
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Terminé lun., oct. 9, 201755m
Neil and Harrison have a rough history regarding their relationship in high school. After senior year, Neil thought he was home free. He managed to get into Oakford University, a college not far off from his hometown.
He wasn't expecting his ex-crush to be attending their as well, nor the events following his arrival.
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(Highest Rankings: #1 in #neison, #1 in #neilxharrison, #62 in collegeau, and #99 in #campcamp)
There's hardly any Neison fics out there, so I decided to create one of my own.
This is in the same universe as "Here We Are", but you don't have to read that one to understand this one.
Everything in here is fictional and not met to be based off of anything. Any relation to actual places and events are just pure coincidence.
Camp Camp belongs to Rooster Teeth and I claim no ownership of any artwork used.
(Mentions of MaxPres and [NerNik? Nikris?] Nikki x Nerris)
© Flutterbolt667, 2017
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