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Fic

some smutty carolina/south ;) by [tumblr.com profile] agentsouthdakota (Carolina/South, Rated E)

Featherlight by [archiveofourown.org profile] anneapocalypse (South/CT, Rated G)

Over by [archiveofourown.org profile] anneapocalypse (Jensen/Volleyball, Rated T)

Recovering by [archiveofourown.org profile] anneapocalypse (Carolina/Kimball, Rated T)

Another Chance by [archiveofourown.org profile] autisticblueteam (Carolina/CT, Rated T)

Show Off by [archiveofourown.org profile] autisticblueteam (Carolina/Niner, Rated T)

Your Friend, Connie by [archiveofourown.org profile] autisticblueteam (Tex/CT, Rated T)

Art

carokai by [tumblr.com profile] eggmondsammich (Carolina/Kaikaina)

gym rat couple by [tumblr.com profile] southicut (South/CT)

Noir AU by [tumblr.com profile] southicut (Carolina/Dylan)

anneapocalypse: Ariane Clairière, an Elezen Warrior of Light with light skin, green eyes, and dark blonde hair. (smirkalina)
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Title: Recovering
Author: anneapocalypse
Fandom: Red vs. Blue
Characters/Pairings: Agent Carolina/Vanessa Kimball
Length: 727 words
Rating: Teen & Up
Warnings: Hospitals, Needles, Medical Stuff
Summary: Carolina wakes up in the hospital, back on Chorus.
Notes: Set early in season 16. It's always kinda bothered me that Carolina didn't seem to suffer a lot of symptoms from the armor lock and we didn't see her undergoing any kind of medical care or recovery. So I wrote this for Femslash February! Many thanks to [personal profile] blunderheart for beta reading.

Carolina wakes, blinking, under white lights and a blue blur she can’t quite bring into focus. It’s all fog and glare, and a sharp stab in her temples and at the base of her skull that slowly begins to dissipate as her vision clears.

She flexes her hands, moves her arms, and feels it then—a needle taped into the crease of her left elbow. The outline of a clear IV bag hanging on a stand.

And then a hand in hers. Warm and trigger-calloused, and familiar even before it comes into focus.

"Hey," Vanessa says softly. The blue is a suit, two buttons undone at the collar of a white button-down and the hem of the jacket creased from sitting. "I came as soon as I heard."

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