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The Rònaigh pack has fallen. The Order scrambles to prevent another attack. Remus just wants a moment to figure out what Sirius means to him after years apart, but with his Wolfsbane failing and rising tensions within the Wizarding world, there’s little time for healing old wounds.
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These were the things they didn’t talk about, but for a hot, flaring second, Remus seemed ready to break that silence like a bone.
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This Unconventional Love Affair by Cupola
Fandoms: Hamilton - Miranda, American Revolution RPF
12 Apr 2017
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Jefferson takes a small step forward, his eyes dark, “Hamilton, you suck.”
“You swallow.”
__________________Hamilton and Jefferson are arguing. Again.
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I Despair by Cupola for AbsolXGuardian
Fandoms: Hamilton - Miranda, American Revolution RPF
08 Apr 2017
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“Philip’s gone,” Eliza whispers, barely daring to say it aloud, “He’s gone, he’s gone, oh, Alexander, he’s gone.” The words are heavy. The words are hateful. She chokes them out and they roll from her mouth like tear-drops. They’re ugly.
Hamilton nods, and when he speaks, it’s muffled by her hair, “I know, my love.”
“I cannot do this,” she confesses, because everything feels too much, too sharp, too close. It feels like a white-flag of a day. It feels like surrender.
“I know, I know,” he repeats, “Betsy, I know.”
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I Give My Body, That I Be Burned by Cupola
Fandoms: Hamilton - Miranda, Alexander Hamilton - Ron Chernow, American Revolution RPF
06 Apr 2017
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“My God… Laurens.” Hamilton panted. There was a wild look in his eye.
Laurens breathed out, “How does it feel?”
Alexander had nothing to say. Instead, he let his head fall back, eyes screwed close.
“Do you imagine Miss Kitty?” Laurens tried.
“Yes,” Hamilton moaned, “I imagine… her.”
“And?”
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“God,” Eames whimpered, “I’m so scared, but I need you to know – fuck, I can see the train – I wanted to say that I love you. So fucking much. Have done since I met you. I wanted to be with you, and I’m sorry I never told you sooner.”
This is not the voice mail Arthur had been expecting, or wanting, to hear. This was so much worse. This was it; the last time he would hear Eames' voice.
This was Eames' note.
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"So, I was thinking," Red begins after they're done, a sheen of sweat still on their bodies. "I'd be easier if I had a phone number I could call. So I don't waste my time wandering the streets for hours."
He says it like he's joking. But his body doesn't lie. His posture is stiff, and the fingers of one hand are tugging at a loose thread in the cheap blanket.
It's not a big deal, really.
So, Frank becomes a booty call. A phone number Red can call when he needs to feel human for a little while, before he slips back into whatever nightmare he's chosen for himself.
(Or, they start off as enemies, become allies (sort of), Frank becomes a booty-call. And something else entirely.)
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Arguments in real life are not like arguments in court. There is no truth to be gotten to. There is no judge, no evidence, no rules of law. Foggy did not win the argument that night, because arguments between friends cannot be won.
It went like this.
Question: “You can see, right?”
Answer: “In a manner of speaking.”
This answer was taken at face value.
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- Part 23 of Daredevil
- Part 2 of Meditations on Truth
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06 Apr 2025
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Maybe Day Number Eight Was When He Had Finally Lost It by PerpendicularPotato
Fandoms: Our Flag Means Death (TV)
29 Sep 2024
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Eventually, but still too soon, he ended up on his back on one of the lowest decks, somewhere deep in the bowels of the ship with Jack straddling his chest and pinning his wrists to the deck above his head. The scuffle had left both of them panting, aching and straining against their now too tight breeches.
Ed had gotten the momentary relief he had been searching for, but he could tell that it wasn’t enough, wouldn’t last beyond Jack letting go and getting off of him. It was only a drop on a hot stone – evaporating in front of his eyes before he could get any moisture from it.
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A becalming robs Edward of all his usual coping strategies to deal with his brain when it becomes unbearable.
With Jack's somewhat accidental help, he discovers a new one and learns some things about himself along the way.
[The art is SFW and can also be found here]
EDIT: absolutely shook that Ed/Jack is rare enough to be part of the Rare Ships collection. otp count is 77...
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10 Dec 2024
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It took Ed a moment before he caught on and started to take off his weapons himself. He put the gun aside but lingered on the knife.
He wanted this, wanted to be pressed against the broad chest, wanted to be held down by the strong arms, wanted the large hands to crack him wide open, leaving him completely vulnerable, before just—He shuddered and couldn’t say if it was from desire or from fear of the precarious position meeting those desires would require of him.
“I want to make myself very clear, mate,” he said slowly. He could feel the smoky tendrils of Blackbeard creep into his voice. He hated it. It was necessary. “I’m here because I just wanna get fucking railed and everybody out there’s being real fuckin’ weird about it.”
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An illustrated exploration of why one would get a "Trust No One" tramp stamp (that tattoo did not look fresh!), since that feels less like a reminder to yourself and more like a message to the people topping you...
Told through seven sexual encounters spanning from Hornigold's ship to Post-Canon Era.Series
- Part 1 of The Marks Left On Your Skin
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08 Dec 2024
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It was like a bolt of lightning straight down Ed’s spine. Or a swath of fire right beneath his feet. Or a hungry hand right atop his crotch—
Nope. Nope nope nope. Blocking that one right the fuck out. The situation was serious. It was serious. It wasn’t the time for…for…
“The fuck did you just say to me?” hissed the guest.
“I don’t think I need to repeat myself,” Stede said, in his…
In his Captain Voice.
Ed and Stede face a nasty guest at their inn, and while Stede takes control of the situation, Ed very quickly wishes Stede would do the same to him.
Written for Day 23 of OFMD Kinktober: "Are you going to be good for me?"
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- Part 1 of Front of House Shenanigans
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