8 Works by bigbadunderclass
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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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A series of drabbles all sharing one theme: you've decided to run away from your Mandalorian. On purpose. For his birthday. Listen, everyone's got their kinks, and his is bounty hunting (sort of. Mostly, it's you.)
The first time it's a surprise: “When I said run, I didn’t mean from me!"
The second time he’s exasperated: “When I said run, I didn’t mean run to my friends!”
The third time, he's impressed: “When I said run, I didn’t mean run to the nearest available warlord."
The fourth time it's a relief: “When I said run, I didn’t mean… end up in kriffing jail."
The fifth time, it's a hot whisper against your ear in the dark: “When I said run, I didn’t mean stay in my bed.”Series
- Part 3 of Creed
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The Mandalorian comes home drunk, desperate, and absolutely unwilling to admit anything to himself. So you do it for him.
He unlatches his helmet with a hiss that sounds like a sigh, strips off his gloves, and then begins to unstrap his beskar, fingers taking him through the motions automatically. When he's done, and with his blaster in easy reach on the table beside the bed, he lays back into the enveloping softness and dims the already low lights. He wants to sleep but he knows it won't be possible yet. His body has started its own cycle, as inexorable as the spin of a galaxy, and he won't be able to rest until he completes it.
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- Part 2 of Creed
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An artifact from the Mandalorian's old life leads to trying something new - and remembering the past.
You'd been traveling together for months, a reluctant passenger paired with an unhappy custodian. It had been weeks since the first time the tension between you rose to the breaking point, pulling his hands to you like a gravity well.
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- Part 1 of Creed