Midna_Ronoa
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Another song starts. Some rendition of Will Ye Go Lassie Go that makes more than one couple at the pub get together, strangers who are on their second to third pint finally having the liquid courage to get close to the warm body they have been eyeing all night. It softens Bill, infinitesimally so, or it might be the fondness Jock irradiates.
“I’d take you out for a dance if I didn’t know better,” Jock speaks softly, something fond in his features that makes Bill want to run.
“You could try,” Bill mutters, “And get a kick for all your trouble.”
“Ach, but isn’t that half the fun?”Bill has a fishing boat he inherited from his father, very little money for the winter, and a growing headache in the shape of an ocassional fling he doesn't feel inclined to call a boyfriend. He might also have inadvertently acquired a ghost for the season.
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“You are worse than a dog in heat.”
The words have an immediate effect on him, his skin prickling with anticipation as his pants tighten, a short resonant growl building on the base of his throat. Jock barks, once, and Bill stares, wide eyed. A shudder shakes his slender body in a way that makes Jock want to bark, bite, claim. He opts against it, running the flat of his tongue over his teeth, relishing the attention, Bill’s posture mimicking a deer’s before the hunt, unafraid of the hounds.
“What does that make you, then, Billy?” Jock asks, taking a step forward.
Instead of pulling back, Bill faces him, shoulders square, gaze flinty. “Your handler.”Jock has never felt fully human since he was first deployed in the Western desert, too violent, too detached from the horror. Captain Fraser helps.
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Here is one that got away and lived to tell the tale, from Karachi Social Club and Griffin Hotel, Wakefield nick and St. Mary’s Hostel, motorways and car parks, parks and toilets, idle rich and unemployed. From shit they sell and shit we buy, from kids with no mums and mums with no kid. From all dead meat and my dead friends, pubs and clubs, from gutters and stars, local tips and old slag heaps. From badgers and owls, wolves, and swans. Here is a son of Yorkshire. Here is one that got away.
After surviving for years in the North, Barry James Anderson tries better luck down South, somewhere where the sun shines brighter and the past won't find him. The sneaky thing about the past as BJ soon will find is that it always goes with you, no matter how light you pack.
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“How can you do what we do and still read the Good Book, hm?”
Jim startles at the question, his sunglasses clattering onto the cream tiled floor. It takes no time for Pat to bend and pick them up, smiling with a self-assuredness he is only beginning to learn is acceptable while bare in the company of another man.
“I picked it up from where he fell,” Jim explains once his glasses are safe atop the table and his eyes have briefly lost interest in the warm body by his side. “Anything else would have been too evident, but his Bible—I just couldn’t…”
“Sergeant Almonds, committing an act of insubordination!” Pat feigns a gasp, allowing himself to plop on top of Jim’s crossed legs, his naked butt brushing against Jim’s strong thighs as the chair protests their combined weight in vain. “My, oh, my! Can’t even begin to imagine what Stirling would say.”They are granted five days of leave after Jock Lewes’ passing. Pat doesn’t think that’s long enough to grieve—or love.
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John doesn’t usually frequent this kind of places, he doesn’t see the appeal, doesn’t need to save the money. He’d much rather spend some quid more and walk the extra couple of streets down to that quaint nook Ned likes, with the crunchy nachos and the really spicy salsa. John’s not there though, he’s sitting on the cold linoleum floor of the Taco Bell storeroom with a pretty boy sitting on his lap.
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until the ice begins to thaw (A permawinter post-apocalyptic AU) by Midna_Ronoa
Fandom The Terror (TV 2018)
15 May 2023
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the midnight oil by Tyranno
Fandoms: とんがり帽子のアトリエ | Tongari Boushi no Atelier | Witch Hat Atelier (Manga)
13 Jun 2019
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To watch a witch work was an intimate thing.
Orugio picked up the heavy book he had been reading and closed it with a soft sound. The air in the atelier kitchen was still and fresh, smelling faintly of soap. He stared, not even trying to hide his gaze. Qifrey wouldn’t have noticed him anyway.
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17 Nov 2019
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Project Elvhen by FenxShiral
Fandom Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age - All Media Types, Dragon Age II, Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age: Origins
23 Jul 2015
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09 Nov 2019
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Even the Moon Looks Just Right by clockfight (babbyspanch)
Fandoms: Critical Role (Web Series)
05 Feb 2018
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Caleb has been traveling with this ragtag group for four months now, and he thinks he has pretty much everyone figured out. With one glaring exception.
Fjord.
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The original prompt was: Fjord just doling out """"platonic""" afectionate nicknames and Caleb short-circuting.Bookmarked by Midna_Ronoa
26 Oct 2019
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A few years after the Blight, Alistair and Zevran are sent on a mission for Surana. Everything was going fine until that tunnel caved in. Now, trying to find their way out, and faced with the possibility of being lost in the tunnels forever, the boys find some feelings long left unspoken making their own bid for escape as well.
Bookmarked by Midna_Ronoa
26 Oct 2019
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Needs and Wants by imadra_blue for fordeliriumwasoncedelight
Fandoms: Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age: Origins, Dragon Age: Inquisition
09 Mar 2015
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The week begins with Alistair dropping rocks on Zevran and ends with dirty Antivan sex. This story is about everything that happens in between.
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26 Oct 2019