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В дешёвых вестернах всё просто и понятно. У героя шляпа белая, а у злодея — чёрная. Законники отважны и благородны, преступники — подлы и глупы. Прекрасные леди верно ждут своих избранников. Коварные краснокожие ненавидят честных и нравственных белых. В дешёвых вестернах хорошие парни всегда побеждают. Но жизнь — не книжка в бумажной обложке. Что делать, если понимаешь, что злодей — это ты? Артуру Моргану придется пройти через боль и предательство, чтобы ответить на этот вопрос. Исправить свои ошибки. Победить зло внутри себя. Убить койота...
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Bookmarked by guilletina
04 Jun 2026
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language barrier will never be an obstacle for me and my desire to read gay cowboys. He aquí el mejor fic chartur.
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“Hows Charlie boy?” Sean asked from the backseat as an up-beat country song began to play. It sounded like all the country songs Marston had in his playlist. Catchy and rhythmic with honeycomb voices over layered guitars. Arthur glanced at Sean in the rear-view mirror and looked away before they could make eye contact.
“Fine, I guess,” he tapped his thumb against the steering wheel, in time with the beat absentmindedly. Maybe it was the determined silence in the ute, or the catchy beat, but Arthur didn’t hear the words at first. It wasn’t until the second chorus he realised what he was tapping along to.
He’s bouncing off my booty cheeks I love the way he rides, I can hardly breathe when he’s pumpin’ deep inside —
Arthur whirls round in the drivers seat. Sean has his upper body turned toward the window to hide his laughter, and Marston holds a hand to his mouth, trying and failing to cover his own shuddering smirk. Arthur shunts the ute into the shoulder with the engine still running.
“Get out.”
Or, the modern AU one in which Arthur is a recently divorced single dad trying to make ends meet and raise his son away from the influence of the Van der Linde gang.
Bookmarked by guilletina
21 May 2026
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i don't smoke (except for when i'm missing you) by persimmonsandcats
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)
07 Sep 2024
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“Suguru,” a voice that sends him into a feverish state, like it’s his body’s muscle memory, “holding my hand after telling me we can’t be friends? How forward.”
Suguru turns on his stool and stares, heart all broken open. He’s too tipsy and filled with too much want, all spilling out from him, something no timed smoking break can contain. When did it ever? All his careful lies, all the rules he has lived by, tumble down inside him when he meets Gojo Satoru’s eyes again for the first time in almost two years. It feels like the first breath he has taken in a very very long time.
“Oh,” Suguru manages, vision swimming with cerulean and snow white, “there you are.”
Gojo smiles at him, smirks at him, and a crashing wave of sense memory washes over Suguru at the sight.
“Here I am.” Gojo agrees easily, slides onto the stool in front of Suguru, eyes gleaming. He doesn’t let go of Suguru’s hand, just plays with his fingers as he leans in close, a faint scent of amaretto and something citrus. “Now,” he murmurs, taps his foot against Suguru’s gently, “what are you going to do about it this time, hmm?”
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Tame a dragon. by PigeonWhite
Fandoms: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms, A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms (TV)
23 Jun 2026
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When Dunk is summoned to the castle, twelve years after the events at Ashford Meadow, the King, Maekar, has a new request.
To take Aerion Targaryen, the only living Omega of the family, to the North without retinue or caravan, privileges or titles, where he will serve a week of punishment living at the Wall.
A trip, a companion, two horses and a mule.
Dunk has survived with less.
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A big, broad-shouldered man came through the door, the look of a long-haul trucker hanging around him like a ratty coat. He was wearing old oil-stained jeans and a frayed flannel shirt thrown over a white t-shirt, his scuffed boots peeling up at the toes with age.
He had the air of a man who’d reached the end of his rope. He had a battered wide-brimmed hat pulled low to cover his long, frazzled hair, half of which was scraped back into a loose tail. He had dark hair and dark skin and dark eyes that were framed by the deep-set bruises Arthur only ever saw on long-haulers and cattlemen, the marks of too many nights at the wheel or in the saddle, the normal rhythms of life stretched out and pulling at the seams.
The feller was handsome. Arthur noticed that as an afterthought, his breath catching in his chest. Under the bruises and the loose strands of hair, the feller was handsome. His eyes were bright and keen.
“Uh,” said Arthur, caught flat-footed by the unanticipated surge of attraction tightening his belly. “Hi.”
The feller looked Arthur dead in the eye. “I need all of the caramel sauce that you have,” he said.
(or, a coffee shop au. yeah. i know.)