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Five has been many people, lived many lives and tried on even more names. Even still, NC is the only home she's ever known. Most souls here are cursed to die in this place, but Five considers it her greatest pleasure. At least, until the city delivers her its cruelest joke: a death that won't even truly kill her.
But what else can a merc do than adapt?
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>>𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕤,
>>𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤,
>>𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕝𝕠𝕥𝕤 𝕠𝕗
>>𝕋𝕒𝕝𝕜 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕞𝕪 𝕤𝕠𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕤, 𝕒𝕕𝕕 𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥, 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠
>>𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕨𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕕 𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙
>>𝕃𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕪, 𝕠𝕙 𝕪𝕖𝕤 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕖
>>𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕥𝕠𝕠
>>𝔸𝕤 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕠,
>>𝔻𝕠 𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℝ𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕤 𝕕𝕠Series
- Part 1 of Five_in.NC
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𝘿𝙖𝙮 17 - 𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙖𝙡
"𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝕐𝕠𝕦" 𝕓𝕪 𝔹𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕠 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕤
ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴀ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ɴɪɢʜᴛ, ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴅᴜᴍʙ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ
ʜᴇʏ, ʙᴀʙʏ, ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴍᴀʀʀʏ ʏᴏᴜ
ɪꜱ ɪᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇꜱ, ᴏʀ ɪꜱ ɪᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴅᴀɴᴄɪɴɢ ᴊᴜɪᴄᴇ?
ᴡʜᴏ ᴄᴀʀᴇꜱ, ʙᴀʙʏ? ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴍᴀʀʀʏ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴏʜSeries
- Part 2 of Five_in.NC
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She was short of patience and loud of mouth, like most humans were. She was always on the move, always apparently late to be somewhere else, always rushing off into the Bahari wilds to do whatever it was her kind got up to out there. Except when she’d come down here, to the Underground, to park herself at the hotpot tables to gamble away almost every single hour of her night. Zeki couldn’t (wouldn’t) ever complain, because—and he might not even deny it if he was ever asked—she was his favorite.
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Zeki is soft on Jova in every measurable manner, but his little pet human maybe wishes he'd be a bit harder on her—at least in one particular way.
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The pain was not what woke him, but it ended as his eyes flashed open—red, but not bloodshot. Dark, deep red—like wine, like velvet, like drying blood splashed across skin.
Asleep or awake, dead or alive. Nothing meant anything, aside from the Hunger. There was never a moment without it now.And, like a thrall, like a thoughtless shambler, the Hunger compelled Eddie to move—hands to grasp the makeshift and forgotten spear beside him, his arms to shoulder his shield, his legs to stumble forward into the unknown—and to find the thing that would quiet the need inside him.
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What would happen if vampire!Eddie very suddenly, very unexpectedly, discovered he maybe kind of potentially has a thing for tentacles?
A hate-fuck, obviously. A hate-fuck that each person involved is trying to convince himself is, somehow, getting him more than just getting him off. -
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“I’m only going to give you the chance to introduce yourself properly once. If you don’t... well, I’ll know that you don’t plan to be honest with me and I won’t bother to come back.”
He stares at me and his eyes, already naturally large and a bit protuberant, widen just a fraction more. I can practically see a retort forming in his mouth—no doubt some version of 'you already know my name because I’ve given it countless times now.' But he stops himself and instead asks, “Why are you making this sound like a game?”
“You can think of it like that, sure,” I say, moving to stand in front of him so as to be farther away from the door. His eyes watch as my hips lean back against the gun shelves, then return to my face as I continue, “So, then, let’s call your ‘prize’ for being honest... my real name.”
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Four times DJ impresses Ben, and the one time he actually does something about it.
“With that strange knowing that comes over me, like a clairvoyance, I know that I am sure of myself and my enormous and alarmingly timeless love for you; which will always be.”
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