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sink in, never let go by cassafrans
Fandoms: Warhammer 40.000: Rogue Trader (Video Game)
25 Jul 2026
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They guided his arms above his head. “Keep them there.”
He obeyed, eyes dark and wanting.
“I want to fuck you,” they said into the curve where his jaw met his neck. “Like we talked about.”
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26 Jul 2026
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Daddy is quiet for a long time, eyes fixed on her face.
“Ok,” he says evenly. “Thalassa got the axe. What’s my punishment?”
“It’s not about punishment, Daddy.” Trucy starts the car back up. “You do that just fine all by yourself.”
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Trucy is going to get her happy little family together or kill them all trying.
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12 Jul 2026
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The phone rings and Miles answers, voice sharp and forbidding, jarred from a rare restful sleep.
“Do you have any idea what time it is, Wright?”
“No,” a soft, contrite, feminine voice says over the line. A young voice.
…and that is how Miles Edgeworth finds out about the disbarment.
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Miles Edgeworth and Trucy Wright have a lot in common, actually.
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Prince Baelor Targaryen, Hand of the King, has been trained (and trained well) in what his wife Jena calls, "The Art." Gossip is as much an art as it is a sport as it is a science, and the prosperity of the kingdom can sometimes hinge on rumor alone. When he and his retinue arrive in Ashford Meadow, Baelor overhears something rather incredible:
Lyonel Baratheon has folk-married a hedge knight.
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21 Apr 2026
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Kolaches at the Forge by MarlinGot for borealis
Fandoms: Kingdom Come: Deliverance (Video Games)
14 Mar 2026
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“Who are you?” the newcomer grunts, gaze trailing up and down Hans’ body.
Oh. Now that’s a question he hasn’t heard in… a while.
“You don’t know who I am?” he blurts out, unable to hold his surprise back.
The blacksmith removes a glove and wipes his forehead on the sleeve of a rundown, simple shirt.
“Should I?”
Well, that’s an obvious answer but… Hans takes a look at himself. His clothes are fine, yes, but not leagues more than a wealthy merchant’s, or a noble passing through town. He also hasn’t washed in two days, and his hair must be an incomprehensible mess. He will count himself lucky if he doesn’t have straw stuck in there.
“Uh…”
Only then does he notice just how clear the blacksmith’s eyes are. They blink, without ever moving away from Hans, awaiting an answer.
He doesn’t know what possesses him to say:
“I’m Hans.”--
There is a new blacksmith in Rattay and Hans Capon, having deserted his duties as a lord, has nothing better to do than bother him, watch him work and feed him kolaches, in no particular order. If he pretends to be a filthy commoner while he does so, and Henry buys it, it shall not be used as any measure of either their intelligence.