#i need this fic
A country house party turns sinister when the guests learn that they’ve all been invited under false pretenses. Every power player in King’s Landing is here, stranded in an ancient castle on the moors with no way to escape.
And then they start dying. Who is their mysterious host? What does he want? As the body count rises and alliances form and shift, only one thing becomes clear. In this game, you either win or you die.
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what if America’s first crush was Francebecause they’re both rebels who bonded over their shared distain of England and it’s NEVER been FRUK vs USUK it’s always been FRUK vs FRUS?
aziraphale & crowley au
