A SELECTION from this fanfiction follows this author's note. If you wish to read the FULL fanfiction, you can find it at the author's Archive of Our Own account, linked on her profile.
I have made the decision to cut off my fanfiction from this site due to ideological differences with site management. I believe that fan-works should be free, which means not only free monetarily, but also free of restrictions such as this site's ban on chat-fics (virtually ruining the Homestuck fandom), second-person point of view stores (it's...a POV...really), and, of course, adult materials, among other things.
I understand that this may upset some readers, but I ask that you respect my decision about how to manage my creative works. They still exist, un-altered, on another site.
I highly recommend you give AO3 a try. Joining the Archive of Own is a simple process, though it may take a few days to go through the waiting list. However, AO3 was created by fans, is FUNDED by fans (meaning it is advertisement-free), and does not restrict anything unless for valid copyright issues. It also has a robust tagging and search system, as well as a series manager, which will reduce the confusion regarding many of my works. If you are an author and would like an invitation, please message me through PM to see if I have any available.
Thank you for all your support as I entered into the world of fan-works. If you're interested in more of my fan-works, including audio productions, cosplay, and videos, please check my Tumblr, also linked on my profile.
Fan-girling with you all,
Kit
Here is where they start: on an isolated hill in the south of Ireland, under an oak tree. About twenty feet distant from one another, but the measurements we are concerned with aren't spatial, but emotional. Pure enemies. She wants to escape. Never see him again. And he wants to use her. And also never see her again. Seeing this fairy a second time would be disastrous.
A few days. Or hours. It's hard to identify, with the time stop and all. And half that distance is traversed. She saved the lives of his friends. The mind of his mother. And he returns the favor by saving her career. It's not friendship. Not mutual respect. But...it's halfway.
Months gone. A crisis. She goes to him. No more distance is traveled in that moment, but wait for a few trips to the Arctic, an almost lost digit, a crawl through deactivated plasma, and him putting his life at risk, for once, and they've done it again. Gone halfway. Friends. How odd. Friendship is only three quarters of the distance possible from enemies.
Only weeks, this time, and he's made a mistake. A huge mistake. One that should send them right back to the beginning—his mind wiped, hers resolved to let him live in peace—but something has happened there. Alone in Spiro Tower, she sees him do it again: sacrifice himself for the greater good. And halfway. Not simple friends, but good friends. Even if he doesn't recall.
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This story, in its entirety, can be found at Kitsune Heart's AO3 account, linked in her profile.
