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“I’m your man,” Duncan says, eyes a glorious, blazing blue framed against the ice and the crowds. “Find me out there, Captain. I’m your man.”
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20 Mar 2026
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Robby follows him as Jack starts working on the coffee, taking a seat at the peninsula that divides the kitchen from the rest of the apartment.
“You still like it burned or have you gotten better taste since last time?” he teases, throwing a quick glance at Robby, who makes a face at him.
They don’t do this often, crashing at each others’ places. Jack honestly can’t remember when exactly that last time was. Close to a year, he thinks, a Pirates game with a rain delay that then went into extra innings. It’s not that they don’t hang out when their schedules allow for it, it’s just that there’s always been more of a distance in their relationship outside work, like somehow the halls (and roof) of PTMC allow for more vulnerability than the halls of their own homes.
“At this point I'll take whatever you give me and I'll like it,” Robby says, definitely with a grimace this time.
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OR, five times Jack comes home to Robby unexpectedly at his place, plus one.Bookmarked by involuntarymadness
02 Feb 2026
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So the hearth of Kattegat burns, watched by three souls bound by storm and blood: the Bear, the Wolf, and the Seer who walks upon iron legs.
But the fire is not the only thing he watches.
(Or, Viking Whitaker falls in love with his king and his king’s lover).
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31 Jan 2026
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It’s not long before he finds the JA hidden near her wrist, tucked into a little swirl of vines. He presses his lips to it and stays there for a moment, breathing in her scent. He’s being very gentle, which would be touching if it didn’t make her want to grab him and pull him in by the collar.
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20 Jan 2026
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“This one is lopsided,” Jack says, stepping around the one she just pointed to, hands on his hips. His head is tipped as though he’s seriously evaluating an EKG and not a literal fucking tree. “It’ll lean once it’s weighted.”
Samira squints at it. It looks like a perfectly acceptable tree to her. It’s green. It’s tall. It’s also, most crucially, the closest one to the parking lot.
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