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A 3:10 to Yuma AU. 1880s Arizona. Inept "Gentleman Rancher" Stede Bonnet volunteers to escort infamous outlaw Edward Teach to justice. Along the way, he'll have to choose between the man he wants and the man he wants to be.
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02 Dec 2025
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came to peace with my path (you got me off track) by yaz113
Fandoms: Our Flag Means Death (TV)
26 Aug 2025
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Ned props himself on an elbow, smile wide and stupid. "And you’re staying the night. That’s good. Fuck, I’m almost excited, this is going to be—"
"Don’t get clingy," Izzy cuts in, tone sharp enough to slice the air in half. He flicks ash into the tray without looking at him.
Ned blinks. "Clingy? I’m just saying—"
"You’re saying too much."What starts as shallow comfort with Ned ends in the kind of belonging only Stede and Jack can give.
Written to cross the 'Face Sitting' and 'Somnophilia' squaresSeries
- Part 12 of Izzy Hands Bingo 2025
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01 Dec 2025
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After a car accident that cost him his leg, and his partner fucking off into the unknown, Izzy has to take the train to work. It isn't bad. Then a very nicely dressed stranger gets on the train. Izzy is determined to ignore this fucking ray of sunshine, but, well, he can't.
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01 Dec 2025
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tell me all the ways (to stay away) by paperclipsentimental
Fandoms: Boots (TV), Boots (Netflix)
09 Nov 2025
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You say, “get out of here, Recruit,” as mean as you can, as unfriendly as you can make it. The kind of voice that makes other recruits just about piss their pants.
Cope just looks at you, all the way from the door. A tin cup between his hands. In five small, carefully balanced steps, he crosses the room to you. He puts the cup down on the desk, beside your left wrist. “Dismissed, Cope,” you say through your teeth. He turns silently on his heel and leaves. He leaves the door open, so you can hear them cheering for him.
Someone jokes that he’s survived the dragons den, and you wonder if they know.
After a moment, you pick up the cup. It’s half full of whiskey, strong as a memory. Out there, the recruits start singing Bohemian Rhapsody, and you are elsewhere, remembering Maitra’s eyes that day when he’d called Wilkinson a faggot. The way he’d looked at you, your hands still over the pieces of your disassembled rifle, a song still on your lips, and he’d known—or, you’d known that he suspected.
You put your lips to the edge of the cup, imagining Copes mouth on the metal, and sip slowly, like it’s something else you’re tasting.
Again, you are wanting something you don’t deserve to have.
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10 Nov 2025
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Cameron Coop is on nightwatch, softly tracing the bruises on his face. And Sullivan is back from beating a guys head in.
Sullivan knows its over, that his life is marked done at this. And he lets it happen, at least tonight he can let it go. He couldn't have done anything.
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04 Nov 2025