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  1. Public Bookmark 8

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    “You know for a guy who claims to have two left feet you really held your own out there, Father,” Hawkeye says, and then leans in to repeat it right into Mulcahy’s ear, one hand still settled on his waist and giving him a little squeeze as he adds, “You can’t tell me you didn’t take those feet out for a twirl or two before that savior of yours put a ring on your finger. Come on, you must have some good stories, huh? Huh?”

    Mulcahy pulls back to look at him, cheeks glowing as he beams up into his face. “Oh, Hawkeye. Haven’t you learned by now that a priest must never kiss or tell?”

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    Hawkeye and Mulcahy, dancing cheek to cheek.

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    16 Jun 2026

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    Ow ow ow. Owie. Old people on my TV set

  2. Public Bookmark 5

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    “Father, if anyone tries to tell you you’re anything other than a ray of sunshine in olive drab, you send ‘em my way. I’ll have BJ beat them up for you.”

    Hawkeye is joking on autopilot, but Mulcahy gives a quiet chuckle and a moment later covers Hawkeye’s hand with his own. The gentle touch brings Hawkeye back into his body from where he’d been bouncing around the ceiling, rudderless and anchorless and useless and he thinks suddenly about the healing power of touch, the laying-on of hands, and how in the absence of his sense of sight Mulcahy is giving him exactly what he never could have asked for. Joked about, teased and harangued, sure; he's been patiently turning the other cheek since the first time Hawkeye gave him a wink and a nudge. But here he is, for the first time in the history of their doomed flirtation, reaching for Hawkeye as though his touch costs him nothing. Talking, too, as though nothing has changed, when Hawkeye knows down to his bones that everything has changed; everything is changing.

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    Or: Early in the morning of the second day since Hawkeye’s encounter with the temperamental gas heater, Father Mulcahy finds him sitting alone in the mess tent. 

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    18 Apr 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 61

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    After Suchdol, Henry can't stop thinking about what else he wants to do with Hans. Their second night back at the Devil's Den, they finally get the opportunity, and Hans bares his soul.

    Hansry Week Day 2 - First Time

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    14 Apr 2026

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    “What, you wanted my ‘expert opinion’, did you not? My expert opinion is your ass is ridiculous, would drive any woman wild, and you should be grateful you’ve ended up with me, a woman with a modicum of control and self-respect, and who respects you enough to not fuck you through the headboard of this bed without a second thought of consideration.”

    A sound that bordered indescribable burst from Vi’s throat. An incredulous, shocked, choked-out half laugh. Moments passed of Vi clearly trying to find words to say, them catching in her throat, and her searching for new ones again before she finally managed to get a sentence out.

    “Uh, Cait? That’s the funniest thing I’ve heard out of you. Ever.”

    “I am being entirely serious.”

    Vi turns Caitlyn Kiramman into an ass woman.

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    11 Apr 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 29

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    The distraction is working. 

    She knows it would have—her veins are not made of ice, after all, and she has always been weak, soft, in some sense, to the temptations of the flesh. She's not easily moved to great ends but she is not quite unmoved, not quite unbother, definitely not untouched.

    A soft, cool breeze tickles at her ankles. It isn't quite strong enough to do much but it takes the loose dangling fabric of Vi's open shirt and they shift. But perhaps that is not due to the wind. Perhaps it is not the weather that moves the soft linen. Perhaps it is the occasional tremble of Vi's shoulders, almost imperceptible to the eye.

    Caitlyn would not have noticed should Vi not be sunk all the way down on her cock.

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    12 Jan 2026

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