Left_Wondering_Whether
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“You do remember dancing with me at the No Ball, don’t you?” His voice so plaintive, so hopeful. As if she might have truly forgotten. As if he meant truly so little…
Say no, she told herself. Remind him you danced with everyone. Tell him no.
Instead, she found herself smiling, and telling him, “I even remember what I whispered in your ear.”
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Sophie and Hort as Dean and Professor, weakly resisting the inevitable, falling in love during their second first year.
AU after The Last Ever After.
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19 Apr 2026
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A modern-day Lane/Joan meet-cute.
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12 Mar 2026
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Her heart was pounding in her chest. All she needed to do was say the words. It was just a possible solution to a crisis; it wasn’t as if she’d knocked him out and dragged him all the way to the altar. How hard could it be?
“They would leave you alone if we got married.”
Lane stared at her in complete shock, one hand now braced against the low back of her blue chair, his mouth open, eyes wide, and a blotchy flush creeping up from under his collar. “What?”
Joan felt heat rise in her face, but sat straighter in her chair. She cleared her throat, and kept her voice level. “We could get married. So you could stay.”
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11 Mar 2026
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Missing scene for The Other Woman. After Lane suggests Joan take a partnership instead of cash, she comes to him asking for honesty.
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10 Mar 2026
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Written for the tumblr prompt “teach me how to play,” which apparently poked the plot bunnies right in the feels. Title is taken from an Edith Piaf song.
Joan hadn’t admitted she was musical until well after they’d begun seeing each other, and when she had told him, it was almost as if she’d expected him to taunt her. Oh, the accordion, dash it all. Why not the piano, or violin?
“It’s just a hobby,” she’d said across the dinner table, giving a careless little shrug as she spoke. Lane’s mouth had hung open at the declaration; he’d never known anyone who could play an instrument, let alone one so unusual. “Usually I practice at night, when everyone’s asleep.”
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10 Mar 2026