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A scythedom in between
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  • Reads 260
  • Votes 6
  • Parts 6
  • Time 1h 7m
Ongoing, First published Mar 27, 2024
Scythe Jack O'Neill is not like the other Scythes. Not only because of her flirty personality, but because of somthing deeper. She seems unaffected by most things, and represses her feelings for her own safety.
But something changes in her when she meets Scythe Ringheim.

Scythe Marie Ringheim is a shy, but playful Scythe. Her ability to quickly make new friends is a huge contrast to her awkwardness. Not only does she seem interesting to O'Neill, but she makes her think about things she shouldn't.

The two seem to manage quite well, until one evening after conclave they meet up at Jack's house. Something deeper seems to bond them... And leads them to undertake actions they can't undo.
Will they survive this connection, even with a scythedom in between?
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