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“Luckily I’m your solicitor and not your husband.” It took Draco a great deal of effort to keep his voice flat. “The hour is billable whether you show up or not.”
Potter collapsed into the waiting seat on the other side of the desk. “Lucky me.”
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23 Feb 2026
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Kurt revenge-seduces Jesse St. James. The glee club helps.
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10 Feb 2026
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Richie's mom is coming for a visit. ... No seriously, that's it.
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31 Jan 2026
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After three years in the Marines, Corporal Cameron Cope is back stateside and wishing he wasn't, especially when he sees a familiar face on base. How much has changed in the last few years and is he really ready to face Sullivan again?
"Fault lines don’t announce themselves—they just move."
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- Part 1 of Earthquake Metaphors...
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20 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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19 Dec 2025