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Apparently I had written some Exolvo? (Harry Potter x Frozen)

Just found this buried in my computer, apparently I wrote some Exolvo! It’s clearly not finished, but it’s getting me all excited again for this crossover. I believe I have this leaving off from when Elsa and Harry were in Umbridge’s office writing lines with that special quill as punishment? She had to take off her gloves to write lines and kinda freaked…

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“Are you serious?” Ron asked skeptically, his words muffled from the breakfast he was stuffing into his mouth. “Crying? Of course, we know something’s off about that one, but it’s certainly nothing to cry over.”

“I know,” Harry nodded, reaching for a roll, “but yes, I am serious. It was like…” he trailed off, trying to remember what he had witnessed. “It was like she thought she was about to be tortured.” He cringed, remembering the look of sheer panic and terror on Elsa Arendelle’s face- her wide, blue eyes, the tears pooling in them as she bit her lip and seemed to struggle to take in regular breaths.

The image of her face had stuck with him since last night; he was quite sure he’d never seen such emotion displayed upon the blonde’s face. As far as he could remember, the eldest Arendelle had always kept a very neutral expression, or, in the months after her boggart incident, no expression at all. To witness such sheer panic emanating from the girl was shocking. Her anxiety had been extreme and palpable; Harry had begun to feel nervous just watching the scenario play out in front of him.

“….and? Did she take them off?” Ron asked. “Were her hands deformed or something? Missing fingernails? Claws of a beast?” He raised his hands, mimicking a lion about to swipe a clawed paw.

Hermione leaned forward, eager to hear what Harry had seen. She was curious- she’d always wondered why Anna’s sister wore gloves, though Anna herself had told her that Elsa supposedly just ‘had a thing about dirt.’ Hermione wasn’t sure if she bought that, though.

Harry shook his head. “That’s the thing. They were…” his brow furrowed. “…completely, utterly normal.”

Hermione loudly let out the breath she had been holding. Ron looked disappointed that there was no secret deformity.

“So that’s it, then?” Hermione asked. “She just took them off and wrote her lines with you?”

“Kind of, yeah,” Harry began to explain. “She sorta…seemed to meditate for a bit, closed her eyes and took deep breaths and all. And then sat down and started writing. She was breathing heavily the whole time but otherwise seemed fine. I don’t know what happened at the end, I left before she was finished.”

“Strange.” Hermione added, clearly deep in thought. She was spreading jam on her toast mindlessly, moving it back and forth over the bread while her thoughts were elsewhere. She finally took a few bites, then stood up from the table. “C’mon, let’s get going. We have a class to get to.”

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Hermione was still deep in thought over what Harry had relayed to her and Ron as she found herself a seat in her ancient runes class. She was so immersed in her thoughts that she very nearly missed the hushed murmurs of the two Slytherin girls behind her.

“—to hide these bags under my eyes, Arendelle woke us all up again last night.”

“Again, really? Blimey, that’s what, the second time this month? Why can’t they just give her a private room or something already, spare the rest of you?”

Hermione’s ears perked up at yet another mention of the same girl who had been occupying her thoughts. Elsa Arendelle was waking the Slytherins up? Why? It seemed so unlike the quiet, unassuming girl that Hermione couldn’t help but ease her curiosity. She turned around in her chair, feeling a sense of relief when she saw the first speaker was Tracey Davis, a Slytherin she used to tutor last year.

“Excuse me, I don’t mean to be rude or interrupt, but I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation,” Hermione began, meeting Tracey and her friend’s surprised expressions with a serious one of her own. “That sounds terribly annoying- why is she waking you all up?”

Tracey and her friend exchanged glances- this was a Gryffindor they were about to spill house secrets to, after all…but Tracey remembered how kind Hermione had been to her when she had been struggling with some of her classes, how the girl often went over her scheduled time to teach and go over concepts with her. Granger didn’t seem like one to go around spreading rumors- she was just the type to want them for herself. At least, that’s the conclusion her sleep-deprived brain came to, anyway.

“Well…” Tracey began, pointedly ignoring her friends’ glare, “she isn’t doing it on purpose, at least. She sometimes has these…I don’t know, nightmares? I guess I would call them that,” she said, questioningly. “She’ll start tossing and turning in bed, crying pretty loudly, and starts calling out for her sister and yelling things like, ‘no!’ or, ‘I’m sorry!’”

Tracey’s friend began snickering, rolling her eyes and attempting to cover her mouth. “I think one of you should just smother her with a pillow. That’ll make her shut up.”

“Ohmigosh, no,” Tracey started, eyes wide. “A couple times some of the girls came over to stop her, or maybe comfort her that one time it was Tabitha, I don’t know- but she freaked. Like someone was about to stab her or something.”

Hermione’s eyes went wide. “What? What do you mean?”

Tracey thought back to that time, and did her best to explain it to Hermione:

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“Mmnngh,” Tracey mumbled, turning over as she was awakened by rustling sheets and someone’s voice.

Pulling herself into a sitting position to see what the ruckus was, she shivered, pulling the blanket closer around her shoulders. When did it get so cold in the dormitory? Maybe someone left the window open again…

Her mind was brought back to the present by the cries of a bunkmate below, a few beds over from herself. Out of Tracey’s peripheral vision she could tell that other girls were starting to waken, too, startled awake from the disturbance below.

“No, PLEASE! I- mmngh…” Elsa Arendelle was writhing in her sheets again. Tracey could hear her panting breaths and see her hands fisting in the linens, curling in and out repeatedly. “ANNA!”

By this point, a couple girls were watching the struggling one- some with interest, some with annoyance. Others had concern written across their faces while others were covering their mouths with laughter at the blonde’s antics.

Tracey watched as Tabitha, who had the misfortune of sleeping next to Elsa, carefully got out of her own bed and padded over to her neighbor’s bottom bunk. She sat down beside her, avoiding a twisting arm flying in her direction, and gently placed a hand on Elsa’s shoulder.

“Elsa, ssh, wake up, it’s alright.” She shook the girl’s shoulder lightly. “C’mon, sshh. Everything’s okay.”

Elsa jerked up from her bed with a harsh gasp. Her gaze alighted on her friend sitting next to her- touching her. She jumped back, until her shoulders were pressing against the headboard.

“Stay away from me! Get back!” She tried to yell the words, but her voice wasn’t cooperating, hoarse and panting as she was.

Tracey watched the interaction with piqued curiosity.

“Elsa, what-” Tabitha started.

“Just go! Stay away from me- please!” Elsa squeaked out the last word, and started patting the bed around her frantically.

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Tracey broke off from telling what she had witnessed. “After that time, the girls have just woken her up from afar. No use working her up even more than she already is.”

“I guess,” her friend conceded, “plus, if her third year experience tells us anything, maybe there’s a reason we should be staying away, besides.”

Though Hermione couldn’t help but agree with that last statement, she chose to instead focus on another aspect of the retelling. “So she was looking for her gloves in the bed?” She asked.

“Yes,” Tracey replied, “but I don’t see why. She’s always wearing them, anyways.”

That couldn’t be, Hermione thought. “Always? As in, literally never takes them off?”

“Well, no, not literally, I suppose.” Tracey shook her head. “She takes them off in the bathroom, and to wash her hands, to shower- you know, whenever you’d need to have bare hands.” She thought, lips pursed. “I don’t know what the deal is, really.”

“You’ve never asked?

“Well, I haven’t, no,” Tracey responded. “But others have. She’s a germaphobe, or so she says. Doesn’t like to touch things others have touched. Her hands look just fine; she’s not hiding anything under there.”

Hermione nodded, still perplexed. She opened her mouth to ask another question but at that moment their professor walked in. “Thanks,” she said instead. “I hope you get better sleep tonight!”

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It was the beginning of potions class.

Long tapered fingers in their white fabric covering flipped through pages of a textbook. Ink stains dotted the gloves.

Hermione wondered from across the room how many pairs Elsa Arendelle must own. They must get stained often with all their schoolwork.

“Today,” Snape boomed, suddenly at the front of the classroom, “we will be learning how to make a Pepperup potion. Turn to pages 112 of your books. All ingredients are available to you in the usual location-” he gestured to some shelves and tables to the left – “Turn your vials into me at the end of the class. You may begin.”

Students scrambled to gather ingredients but Snape interrupted once more.

“On second thought, let’s make this a little more…interesting,” he drawled, black eyes glittering. “I want you all partnered with someone of the other house. All Gryffindors find a Slytherin to work with.”

What?! The class was in uproar. Hermione rolled her eyes and groaned. Why should I have to work with one of those idiots?!

Very slowly, students started to pair off, begrudgingly dragging their feet to find a partner they didn’t despise too much. Ron found himself paired with Blaise Zabini, and Hermione watched Harry sigh and wait for whoever was left from the other house to join.

Who on earth am I supposed to work with? Hermione thought. God forbid she would have to listen to Pansy Parkinson’s vapid commentary, or have to suffer through Milicent Bulstrode smacking her gum throughout the class. She also dreaded doing all of the work if she didn’t want her potions grade to suffer.

She scanned the room, her eyes finally falling on Elsa Arendelle, who remained in her seat still, looking a little stunned and wary at Snape’s pronouncement. Their eyes met, and before Arendelle could show signs of objection, Hermione jumped up from her seat and headed to sit by Elsa. At least I won’t fail the assignment if I’m with her.

Hermione plopped down in the empty seat next to Elsa, who backed up a little bit in her seat, eyes wide.

“We’re working together,” Hermione told the blonde matter-of-factly, her tone brooking no room for argument or discussion. “Let’s just get through this.”

Elsa closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She did look tired, Hermione noted. I guess she couldn’t fall back to sleep after the nightmare. Arendelle’s eyes had smudges of grey-blue below them and her teeth worried her lower lip.

“Fine,” Elsa said, rising to retrieve their ingredients.

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So, whattaya think? Total trash or should I continue? I remember what I had in mind next for this scene and Hermione starts to piece together what Elsa is hiding…

By the way, I know I got the idea from someone about Harry and Elsa writing lines with that quill but it’s been so long I forget who- if it’s you let me know so I can give credit!

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Can I Keep Him? - Frozen/Harry Potter (Exolvo) AU

Elsa made her way toward the courtyard where Anna was waiting for her. She was grateful to finally get some time to spend with her sister – what with her N.E.W.T. classes and the corresponding homework really eating away at her free time. Anna understood that her sister’s workload often kept her trapped in the library for hours at a time, so she tried to make up for it in any way she could herself. Normally that meant quick visits between classes or during a meal, but today they finally had a few solid hours together and they were not going to waste them.

Anna was already waiting for her, and the moment she saw her older sister she ran toward her, beaming her head off. “Hey, long time, no see,” she greeted happily as she quickly threw her arms around Elsa’s shoulders, “How’s the library?”

“Still too dark and dusty,” Elsa answered, “So I’m glad I don’t have to spend my afternoon in there today.”

“Great! Well, I was thinking of going for a walk to start, then maybe sneak onto the Quidditch pitch for a quick flying practice?” Anna suggested, “There’s no one there today. I know – I checked.”

Elsa chuckled. “Sounds good, Anna. Lead the way,” she said warmly.

They headed toward the exit, but as they drew closer to the great archway, they began to hear voices and laughter. But the laughter sounded more malicious than light-hearted. They rounded a corner to spot a group of Ravenclaw boys huddled near a corner, laughing at something on the ground before them. Anna recognized the youngest one as someone from her year, and was quick to ask, “Hans? What’s going on?”

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[Art featured in header and footer credit to comickergirl]

Originally created by counterpunches, arendellesfirstwinter, and ultranos, Exolvo is an ongoing Frozen/Harry Potter crossover following Anna and Elsa through their experiences at Hogwarts, crossing over and integrating with the books of the Harry Potter series.

Exolvo is open for anyone to participate in, and this post is an ever-growing masterpost/timeline of the events of this AU for those who wish to read/enjoy/contribute.

The original conversation can be found here, the original crossover thoughts can be found here, here and here, and the tag, where all new content should be, can be found here.

Please feel free to inform me (ask or submit) of any posts/contributors that are absent from this list, and I will add them as soon as possible.

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Listen, do you need quarantine reading?  Sure, we all do.  So let me rec to you: This Is How You Lose The Time War.  It’s sci-fic.  It’s w/w.  It’s layered and delicious and mostly epistolary and it is 100% the best book I read last year (and I read Gideon The Ninth and Priory of the Orange Tree last year, which are also incredible).

Read it.  Love it.  

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RPGs, or relentlessly persistent girls by cassandrha

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you wanna know why i like alternate universes so much? because i like the idea that these two characters can/will love each other no matter what time period, where they are, or what the situation is. its like there is nothing that can stop them from loving one another and i just really like that okay man.

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The problems of being a Fandom Elder: watching fandom terminology get misused

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someone recommend me some good fantasy books that aren’t centred on a war, please, my crops are dying

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OMENS: The Masterpost

OMENS As Scully struggles to come to terms with her cancer, she and Mulder are called to Horizon, Montana to investigate a mysterious and gruesome death. Notes, Acknowledgements, & Trigger Warnings 1. The Deep Muscle of the World 2. Muddy and Foxgloved 3. Dreams Unwind 4. Taken by the Sky 5. Ring Them Bells 6. A Thousand Teeth 7. The Water is Wide 8. Between Here and Heaven 9. Tethered 10. Rhiannon 11. Shrike 12. Briseann Sé 13. Sspommitapiiksi 14. Splintered Heart and Maddened Hand 15. The Tower 16. One for the Road Read on AO3

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Fugues in the Key of X is one of the last great archives of old school X-files Fanfic that still exists today. It’s one of the only places you can find a lot of high quality pre-2005 stories. I just want to encourage everyone to download as much as you can from this archive before it, too, goes the way of so many archives before it.

Again, this was one of the top archives for quality XF writing in the early aughts.

Save it.

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Me: *spews out an elaborate plot bunny*

Well-intentioned friend: That would make a great fic. You should write it!

Me: NO WRITE ONLY READ

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hc: 20 years of marriage and carlisle discovering that esme still wears her engagement ring on a chain around her neck to remind her of the time when they were first together.

i wrote this whole thing and then the app crashed before i saved here we go take 2

“Carlisle?”

He followed the sound of her voice out of their shared closet. He was fiddling with his cufflinks as he approached. “Yes?”

“Can you zip me up?”

Carlisle finally tore his eyes away from his wrists to look at her. He was speechless. When she and Alice had gone shopping a few days earlier to get Esme a dress for the hospital benefit he hadn’t known she’d come home with this…

“What do you think?” She asked him, smirking just a bit. After nearly a century of marriage, she knew very well that he liked the dress very much. His eyes followed her hands as she smoothed down the golden fabric along her stomach. It clung to her body and flowed gently at the bottom. The shade of gold matched her eyes.

“You look…stunning, my love.”

Esme gave him a smile, her stomach fluttering just a bit. She gathered her loose curls up and pulled them over one shoulder so that he could zip the dress.

She turned face the mirror, watching them as Carlisle zipped and hooked the dress closed.

When he turned her to face him, she lifted her hands to straighten his tie while his hands reached for the simple silver chain she had around her neck.

He carefully pulled it from its hiding place beneath the fabric of her dress to reveal her old, worn engagement ring.

The silver was ice cold because of its resting place against her chest.

“Your first engagement ring.”

She nodded. “I wear it on special occasions. I would wear it all the time but…he’s looking rather delicate these days, isn’t he?”

Carlisle nodded, examining the ring he’d so lovingly picked out nearly a century ago. He spent hours and hours and hours pouring over rings- Esme’s had to be perfect. When he proposed with it, both had ended up in tearless cries. “I could have it restored. We could move the stone to a newer band and-”

“No,” She interrupted, taking the ring back and tucking it under her dress. “I don’t ever want it change. It’ll stay exactly as is forever.”

Carlisle nodded at that, his hand tightening at her side to gently tug her closer.

Esme lifted up onto her toes and looped her arms loosely around his neck. She leaned in to press her lips to his.

“I can’t believe you still wear that old thing. I’ve gotten you nicer rings for our vow renewals.”

She tightened her arms. “I love that ring. It’s my favorite one.”

“More than the sapphire one from our 60th?” He asked- he remembered just how much the entire family had commented on the beauty of said ring.

“The day you gave me this ring was one of the happiest of entire life.” Esme told him. “It’s a reminder of falling in love over those first few months, our little home in Ashland- I could never love any other ring like I love this one.”

Carlisle kissed her and then kissed her again, his forehead eventually landing against hers. “It was one of the happiest of my days as well. I’ll never forget the look on your face, the sound of you agreeing to spend eternity with me…”

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I was laughing so hard I almost cried at one AM or so. Weird times are lovely haha 

“Temptations Always Come Along”

[Shandy, Andy POV, rated M-ish/NSFW, The Closer season 7; Title inspo is, fittingly in about 100 ways, “Pink Cadillac”] – Andy has to explain a certain off-duty activity to Chief Johnson. 

A/N: This story was prompted by a NSFW tweet (seen below) about a real-life instance of police bodycam that, after discussing with someone else, I just couldn’t resist.

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Andrea and Sharon spend a sweet morning in bed after Andrea loses an important case.

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T’s Masterlist of AU Ideas

Need some inspiration for your next fanfic? Here are a list of ideas I’ve compiled to help you get started! There are also a few sub-AUs I included just because :)

BY ERA…

50s AU

80s AU

Ancient Egypt AU

Cold War AU

Medieval AU

Dark/Middle Ages

Renaissance

Regency AU

Revolutionary War AU

Roaring 20s AU

Stone Age AU

Tudor AU

Victorian AU

World War I AU

World War II AU

BY GENRE…

Apocalypse AU

Dystopian AU

Fairy Tale AU

12 Dancing Princesses

Aladdin / Arabian Nights

Beauty & the Beast

Cinderella

Hansel & Gretel

Jack & the Beanstalk

Peter Pan

Rapunzel

Rumplestiltskin

Sleeping Beauty

Snow Queen

Snow White

The Frog Prince

The Little Mermaid

The Prince/Princess & the Pauper

The Princess & the Pea

Thumbelina

High Fantasy AU

Horror AU

Mafia AU

Military AU

Musical AU

Mystery AU

Noir AU

Pirate AU

Sci-Fi AU

Shakespeare AU

Superhero AU

Supernatural/Paranormal AU

Time Travel AU

Urban Fantasy AU

Utopian AU

Wild West AU

BY COUPLE…

Airplane Passengers AU

Aristocrat/Commoner AU

Arranged Marriage AU

Artist/Muse AU

Author/Publisher AU

Body Swap AU

Childhood Sweethearts AU

Chosen One & Sidekick AU

Complete Opposites AU

Doctor/Patient AU

Hades & Persephone AU

Handcuffed Together AU

Lab Partners AU

Neighbors AU

Pen Pals AU

Personality Switch AU

Rockstar/Groupie AU

Roommates AU

Royalty/Servant AU

Soldier/Nurse AU

Soulmates AU

Teacher/Student AU

Tourist/Native AU

BY MOVIE / BOOK / SHOW / GAME / PLAY / BALLET…

Battle Royale AU

Breakfast Club AU

Chronicles of Narnia AU

Dirty Dancing AU

Giselle AU

Hogwarts AU

Inception AU

Jumanji AU

Les Miserables AU

La La Land AU

Middle Earth AU

Nutcracker AU

Pacific Rim AU

Phantom of the Opera AU

Star Trek AU

Star Wars AU

Swan Lake AU

Swiss Family Robinson AU

Terminator AU

Wonderland AU

BY CHARACTER TYPE…

Android AU

Archaeologist AU

Assassin AU

Astronaut AU

Celebrity AU

Cosplayer AU

Criminal AU

Dancer AU

Demon Slayer AU

Detective AU

Double Agent AU

Explorer AU

Fallen Angel AU

Fighter Pilot AU

Guardian Angel AU

Hacker AU

Musician AU

Nerd/Geek AU

Olympic Athlete AU

Photographer AU

Private Eye AU

Punk AU

Race Car Driver AU

Revolutionary AU

Royalty AU

Street Performer AU

Tsundere AU

Tutor AU

Viking AU

Yandere AU

BY MYTHOLOGY / LEGENDS / FABLES…

Atlantis AU

Egyptian Gods AU

El Dorado AU

Fountain of Youth AU

Greek Gods AU

King Arthur AU

Norse Gods AU

Robin Hood AU

BY SUPERNATURAL / PARANORMAL ENTITY…

Angel AU

Banshee AU

Demigod AU

Demon AU

Genie AU

Ghost AU

Mermaid AU

Siren AU

Werewolf AU

Vampire AU

Zombie AU

BY HOLIDAY…

Christmas AU

Fourth of July AU

Halloween AU

Hanukkah AU

New Years AU

Spring Break AU

Thanksgiving AU

MISCELLANEOUS…

Backpacking Across Europe AU

Battle of the Bands AU

Bookshop AU

Carnival AU

Circus AU

Coffeeshop AU

College AU

“We got paired up for a group project but none of us know what we’re doing”

Conspiracy AU

Dragons AU

Heist AU

High School AU

Summer School

Immortal AU

Kidnapped AU

Prison AU

Reincarnation AU

Road Trip AU

Seven Deadly Sins AU

Summer Camp AU

Time Travel AU

FOR HUMOR…

“Marry me because my green card expired” AU

“Why does by neighbor have to be an aspiring opera singer?” AU

“I’m a server and you’re a frequent customer and you flirt with me but YOU NEVER TIP ME, WHAT THE HELL MAN?” AU

“I never break the law but I was asked to be part of a massive heist and damn, I really need to pay off my student debt…” AU

“I lied and said I could speak a different language to impress my crush but now he wants me to tutor him so I need to become fluent in Mandarin in 3 days HELP” AU

“We are fictional characters that know we are fictional characters and so we decided to have a little fun and mess with the author by not following any of the tropes they’re writing” AU

[Updated 8/21/17]

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I’m one of those old school fic writers you young whippersnappers hear talking about the old days, when if you dared to write fic you kept it on the lowest of down-lows, even if it was as gen as gen could be, or at the very best you slathered it with disclaimers, in hopes some author or publisher wouldn’t set their pack of lawyers on you and leave you destitute. 

Today, a website made specifically for the pursuit of fic won the highest award in science fiction, and i am so very thankful to have lived long enough to see it.

ROCK ON.

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You know what kind of stories I’d love to see more of in fandom?  Stories where the relationship between the central pairing is temporary–they end the story apart, and probably not getting back together–and it’s still treated like a valuable and even a good thing, and a worthwhile experience to have.

Show me lovers to friends, where two people who fuck out of habit, out of shallow mutual attraction, out of expectation, discover that they can understand and support and rely on each other and also should not be dating and don’t want to.  Show me sex as a coping mechanism (we love sex as a coping mechanism as a trope!); it’s a healthier coping mechanism than many and less healthy and helpful than some, but it gets them through what they need to get through and the happy ending is the realization that they don’t need it any more.  Hell, give me a relationship that’s not actually abusive but is full of crappy cycles of behavior on all sides, good intentions or no, where watching this unhealthy thing falling apart is good for everyone.

It’s the sort of plotline you see, sometimes, in the backstory of characters in fics who are on the road to Getting Together with their One True Love, but it’s so rare to see it as the central emotional arc of a story.  As a culture, fandom loves to skip past all of the ‘temporary’ relationships in a character’s life to get them to the formation of their happily-ever-after relationship, the one that matters.  I’d love to see more stories where the relationship that matters ends, and it’s okay that it ends, and it still matters anyway.