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When Jerott Blyth survives, despite his best efforts, the Siege of Djerba, it ends his career as a man of war. Cast adrift into the sea of an aimless life, the course of his heart is changed by a string of chance encounters - and a series of letters from one Philippa Somerville. Post-Checkmate slow-burn fix-it fic.
The flat oilskin envelope he tucked inside his tunic that last day, when the siege had ended, is salt-stained, and there is a dark spreading blot that might be blood - possibly his own. It had been pressed against his side under the mail and the leather is still faintly indented with rings. He had planned to keep it there until his last breath.
He had planned to be dead already.
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The Politics of Control by bigbadunderclass
Fandoms: Throne of Glass Series - Sarah J. Maas
17 Jan 2025
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Court politics are hard on Terrasen's wild children, the queen and king most of all. But sometimes, what happens outside of court can make all the difference.
Or: The queen loses her temper and causes a workplace accident. Rowan gets pegged for the good of the kingdom. Vaughn sees too much. And Aelin learns to apologize (sort of.)
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When bad dreams wake you the night before your wedding, you find only two things will make you feel better: a certain helmet - and your future husband.
They'd won in the end, as you'd known they would. The big one had held you down while the tall woman wearing armor tightened the restraints around your wrists and ankles. Then your thighs and waist and - horrifyingly intimate, close enough that your breath fogged the beskar of her helmet - your neck. Once the last buckle flipped shut you nearly passed out, immobility so much worse than the comparatively straightforward act of being kidnapped.
You threw up again, this time without the encouragement of a boot to the gut. With your neck strapped to the chair you couldn't lean over, and had to suffer the indignity of gloved fingers sweeping through your mouth to check your airway after you were done heaving.
The yellow helmet said, as if you weren't even in the room: "Be careful. We need her alive."
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- Part 4 of Creed
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Three Scenes from the Life and Times of Johnnie Bullo by bigbadunderclass
Fandoms: Lymond Chronicles - Dorothy Dunnett
24 May 2023
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Three short snippets from Johnnie Bullo's time with the Master of Crawford and his band of ruffians. Johnnie plays a trick, watches Francis find something precious during a raid, and has an honest conversation with a certain temperamental red-head.
Nights like these, Johnnie Bullo reflected, were what he had joined Lymond for.
Peel Tower was alive with ruffians: it was one of those rare occasions when the full force of every one of Lymond’s hard-drinking, hard-brawling, hard-working adherents was brought to bear on the lower rooms for an altogether welcome evening of nothing more pressing than several barrels of good ale.
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Hot Off the Trail by bigbadunderclass
Fandoms: Andor (TV), Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016)
20 Apr 2023
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You've been comrades-in-arms for years, and you'd trust him with your life. So when Saw Gerrera's best rifleman offers to help you blow off steam, what's the harm in saying yes?
Maybe it's the drugs changing your mood as chemical byproducts drift into your bloodstream but the contented, heavy feeling is sliding away, replaced by something sharper. Curiosity. You would normally leave the conversation where it lies but the spice makes things that would usually be difficult easy. It's not that you're out of control, it's just not as hard to ask as it would be if you were sober.
You still make sure you’re looking straight ahead when you say, "Not so different how?"
The response is equally casual. "Want to find out?"
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The trick to Jack Abbot's coffee was that there wasn't one, and Robby had learned it anyway.
At a quarter to six Robby was at the counter, hair still wet, scrub top inside-out, half-assembled for the day shift, when Jack wandered in. He had no business being awake—it was his night off—but years of working nights had worn the ordinary hours smooth in him, and he'd never quite managed to sleep through Robby's side of the bed going cold. So he got up, the way he always did the mornings he was home, to stand in the kitchen and see the man off. His coffee was waiting on the counter—black, scalding, two sugars he'd deny to his grave that he took. Robby had made it, the way Robby made it every morning Jack was home to drink it: the one with somewhere to be looking after the one without. Jack picked it up without breaking stride, the way you'd pick up your own hand. He didn't say thank you. Thank you was for strangers. He bumped his shoulder into Robby's on the way to the window and that was the whole sentence, subject and verb and object: you, here, this.
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The one where Robby finds out that Jack has been receiving mail addressed to his late wife and decides to do something about it.Bookmarked by bigbadunderclass
15 Jul 2026
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Darnell nodded, glancing over Robby like he was trying to place him in the hierarchy of important to ignorable and it could go either way. "What's this?"
"MSF FNG," Jack shot back. Whatever that meant, he sounded amused.
Darnell scoffed and looked to Robby, expression going decidedly unimpressed. "Oh, yeah? You here to find yourself? Have an adventure? Do something hard?" he asked, each question more mocking than the last.
And there was that question again, like it was haunting Robby. He stifled his instinct to bite back and kept it simple: "I'm here to help."
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He’s tense like he’s ready to bolt for the door to chase down the new lead but looks to the girl first. Whatever is communicated silently between them isn’t made privy to Marty before she nods, slips off her seat, and comes behind the bar to finish putting the beers in the fridge. Marty is sure he’s not meant to see how Rust ruffles her hair in lieu of a goodbye.
He thinks about it, waiting in his car, how Rust didn’t introduce them. A man out of practice with marking his territory.
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- Part 1 of LOST DOGS
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Jude Duarte is the High Queen of Faerie, but few people know that. Married in secret then banished to the mortal realm, Jude has to find her footing again. She knows what she wants. She wants retribution. She wants what is rightfully hers. She wants a few other things she shouldn't want.
More than anything, she wants to go back.
But before she can return to Faerie, its High King finds her. And neither Jude nor the rest of the world is entirely prepared for Cardan.
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Mistakes & Other Choices by floraliarites
Fandoms: A Court of Thorns and Roses Series - Sarah J. Maas
06 May 2026
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Azriel kissed her top lip, then the bottom one, slow and firm. She heard every click of Lucien’s eye as he watched them. “What do you think, Lainey?”
This was unfair. They had planned this. Had meant to turn Elain into a hot, turned-on mess, then tip her world completely upside down. What the Hell, she thought. If we’re all going mad, here goes.
“What about the three of us?”
(Hot off the heels of her biggest mistake yet, Elain chases her own dreams. Until her dreams turn to nightmares, and her visions to memories.)
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23 Sep 2025