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Your best friend has warned you to stay far, far away from her younger brother — infamous party boy, Sergeant Johnny MacTavish. However, when she asks you to be her maid of honor in her wedding, you and Johnny end up closer than you ever expected.
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06 Mar 2026
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The last time you wanted something so badly, you moved halfway across the country for it.
It's a good thing John Price is just next door.
or; your slice of life is a piece of blackberry pie you carefully curated over the course of a year.
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21 Feb 2026
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It doesn't take long to settle into the rhythm of your new summer job.
Or: the babysitter x single dad au
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20 Feb 2026
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There were moments when he’d have chosen the barrel of a gun over your presence—because you made him feel alive, and for a man long used to being dead, that’s the worst outcome possible. Hope is a beautiful, horrible thing, and you brought plenty of it: stuck between your eyes, glued to your fingers, coating your tongue.
But he’s got his eyes on your face and you’ve got his face in your hands. Your head cradled in his palms and his waist locked between your thighs.
Clicking in place.
“M’here,” he breathes. “No place I’d rather be.”
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Or; where Simon finally tells you.
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- Part 8 of In The Walls
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16 Feb 2026
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A bulky black shadow moves, rising up over the edge of your hiding place, right past where your feet lay. It huffs quietly, halting for a few seconds to catch its breath, before heaving itself up over the edge of your one safe place.
Your ears are ringing with how terrified you are. Even though you’re lying down, blood somehow manages to rush from your face, and all you have the presence of mind to do is silently tuck your feet in as tight as they’ll go, holding your breath and just praying this monster will fall to his death, or somehow not notice you, or—
The shadow’s knee finds purchase on the surface where you’re lying, and his arm is so long that when he reaches out to haul himself the rest of the way up, his hand makes contact with the front of your shin.
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Bleeding everywhere, with a round lodged in his leg, König finally finds a place to hide and take care of his injury while he waits for extraction. The only problem is the person he finds already there.
Hard circumstance, soft König.
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16 Feb 2026