Sorrel
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Constantin was expecting a great number of things when he first set foot on Teer Fradee. Excitement, freedom, adventure… maybe even a feat or two of daring, if providence saw fit to oblige. Perhaps another one of those incredible forest creatures, or at least a few of the native people he'd read so much about, with their peculiar fur garb and stone swords and painted faces. At worst, he'd feared an advance guard of the inevitable fawning courtiers, competing to lay first claim on their new liege.
A trio of silent savants in full plague regalia had most assuredly not been on his list.
Constantin's first day in his new city: politics, paperwork, and the reason it's all worth it.
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Ghost knew it was going to be bad news as soon as he got called into Price's borrowed office. He just didn't know how bad the news was going to be.
"Respectfully, sir-"
Price lifted an eyebrow, probably at the complete lack of anything vaguely sounding like respect.
"-I don't need a fucking nursemaid," Ghost finished anyway, because in for a penny and all. "I can look after myself."
"With two busted wings, is that it?"
Ghost stared at a spot over Price's ear. "Just the one's busted."Stuck recuperating with Soap after a mission gone wrong, Ghost is forced to reckon with a few facts he's been ignoring.
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There's a saying in the wasteland, so old MacCready doesn't even rightly remember when he first heard it. There's only two kinds of people in this world, the saying goes, the quick and the dead. And MacCready's not dead, so he must be quick: quick enough to run, quick enough to shoot, and quick enough to know a good deal when he sees it. The boss, though, the boss is something else. The kind to thrive, maybe. The kind who kicks free of all of the filth and muck and rises to the top; the kind who'll drag all of her people up with her, even if it means she has to kill every last sonofabitch in her way.
And maybe Mac didn't really know what he was getting himself into, when he let some woman with a smile and a shotgun talk him into taking a contract. But damned if he can say he ever regrets coming along for the ride.
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- Part 1 of Dogs of War
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The lookout spots the ship just after dawn: a little schooner sailing due east, flying Dutch colors and with a storm brewing in her wake. Waste of time, Izzy thinks, but Edward gets some wild fucking hair and decides to chase the fucking thing. All of Izzy's extremely valid points about the (very large) size of the storm and the (very small) size of the ship in question are roundly ignored in favor of a growled imprecation about his parentage and a backhand that knocks him halfway across the cabin, so he takes his smarting cheek and battered pride and limps up to the deck to order the pursuit.
Izzy Hands and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad
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'cause everything else is obsolete
Spring to fall: six months in the life of the Railroad's best and brightest agents, lying and spying their way across the Commonwealth, stopping the bad guys, saving the day, and having a lot of excellent sex while they're at it. For this pair of loners, partnership has never looked so good. What could possibly go wrong?
(Definitely not something as simple as feelings.)
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- Part 3 of everybody wants to be a cat
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Being a chronicle of Whisper (brand-new Railroad agent, former Minutemen General, woman out of time) and Deacon (not so new Railroad agent, professional liar, all-around charming bastard) and their adventures in lying, spying, and looking damn good doing it. Sometimes, a little dishonesty is the only way to be honest about what you want.
AKA that series where Deacon and f!SS go undercover and fuck a lot and fail at feeling feelings.
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anywhere you're gonna be, that's where I wanna be by Sorrel
Fandom: Jupiter Ascending (2015)
22 Jan 2018
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I lay waiting, reads the message, between turf-face and demesne wall, between heathery levels and glass-toothed stone
So, Eoin types back, you’re outside.
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Paddy, Eoin and Fraser climb a mountain. Eoin is carrying the weight of his unprocessed attraction to his best friend along with the aftermath of a dramatic accident; Paddy is carrying the sort of rucksack that would topple most people; Fraser is carrying years of frustration towards the other two. It goes about as well as you'd expect.
(can be read as a stand-alone)
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- Part 2 of paris-pyrénées
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16 Nov 2025
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"Is he still—?"
"Under the desk." A caress down the side of his face, cupping under his jaw, tipping him up enough that the shape in his mouth shifts, and he makes a noise that doesn't quite make its way to a question. The light is stronger outside the close darkness of thighs around his head. He closes his eyes.
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- Part 19 of Just A Bite [a collection of shortform fic]
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11 Nov 2025
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“You’re Roy Fucking Kent,” Jamie says at last, waving a helpless hand at Roy’s… everything. Big muscled chest, scratchy-looking beard, chocolatey brown eyes. Like a leading man in the romcoms his mum loves, all tall-dark-and-handsome or whatever.
But he ain’t in a fucking romcom, is he. He’s in Amsterdam, sat across a bistro table from his childhood hero and spilling his heart on their takeaway.
“I mean. How could I not fancy ya?”
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11 Nov 2025
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"Tell me something that brings you comfort."
"Something that brings me comfort?" Robby shot back, his tone mocking the frivolity of it, because he never was one to just follow directions.
"Yes," Gene said, eternally unfazed. "It can be the smallest thing, whatever comes to mind."
What came to mind was: Pens games, the trails at Frick Park, the rare book collection in the Oliver Room at Carnegie Main, a cortado at Sage Caffe. But what he said was: "Jack."
...wait. Shit.
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09 Nov 2025
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Luke and Leia, raised by their father at the foot of the Emperor's throne, plot their own way to freedom.
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23 Oct 2025