~Fallen Feathers~
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  • Parts 22
  • Time 2h 54m
Complete, First published Aug 18, 2024
The feathered man fell from the sky.
To not continue his life.
Yet he does not die.
But only finds confusion and strife.

The nicest vex, having his friend almost slain.
He takes a break, and has his friend turn into his date.
The Vex vows for investigation to find who had done it with that disdain.
Though it will be tough, along for the ride, having his new mate.

Grian's life was a mess, having fallen down from some scaffolding and losing his memory, he takes an interest in Scar.

Scar, having a new clingy buddy, has to find out who shot Grian, and bring them to justice, all while juggling a practical baby, and his job.



Life Series/HC Fanfic.

Mainly centered around Limited Life's teams and such-Bad Boys, T.I.E.S., The clockers, mean girls, Neighbors.

No shipping in this should be taken seriously.

Cover art isn't mine!
It belongs to Earl (@198989898) on Twitter/X.
All Rights Reserved
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