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Vi looks at the big clock on the far wall. 7:46AM. She’s one minute late today. Every morning for the past six months - well, every morning Vi’s been on shift, so she’s just assuming about the other days - she’s passed by at exactly 7:45AM, always at a brisk walk, always in a perfectly-tailored suit, not a single long, silky-looking hair out of place.
7:47AM. The crisp clack of heeled boots on concrete pulls Vi out of her musings. There must have been some sort of emergency, because the subject of Vi’s (minor) obsession walks past the fire station at a faster clip than normal. Which is sort of saying something, because Mystery Woman’s got legs for days, long and slender, visibly toned with long, lean muscle through her suit pants. At the faster clip, Vi has less time to admire her ass and tiny, tiny waist as she walks by, but that’s fine, because the view as she leaves is fantastic.
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Caitlyn's route to work as a detective at the 51st Precinct takes her right by Fire Station #516, and Vi's been pining after the gorgeous Mystery Woman for six months...what will happen when she finds out that Caitlyn's a cop (AKA: The Enemy)?
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- Part 1 of Emergency Services Lesbians
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27 Jul 2025
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"Promise you will tell Vanessa what I just told you. I know she will feel guilty about today. Joan, you must protect her from herself and from NASA. She's a fucking hero, but they just need a scapegoat. You two can't afford to be naive now.”
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In the aftermath of Navigator's reentry, Joan and Vanessa must face the consequences of their choices and find a way to defend their family despite all the difficulties. We will follow some of the main events in American queer history and how our dear protagonists and their friends live through them.[AI Usage in this work/ Image removed] I have removed the AI-generated image in Chapter 4, so I've updated the tags of this work. Although Frances’s drawing was really cute, as the months went by and the flood of AI-generated content online grew, I decided I didn’t want to contribute to it. It’s my way of showing respect for the artists who always posted their work online for free, only to have it used to train AI systems without giving them any credit. I'll still use Grammarly to fix my grammar because I'm not a native English speaker and I really need it, but also because I agree with their code of ethics regarding AI.
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25 Jul 2025
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“I don’t believe you. You prefer me—“
“Compliant?” Rio stood slowly, her eyes never leaving Agatha’s face. The action put her inches away, her body heat radiating out, searing Agatha’s skin. “Obedient?”
Agatha’s hips shifted against her will, her lips parting slightly. She closed her eyes against the heady mortification that razed through her chest. She felt Rio move closer and she parted her legs without thought.
Rio stepped between them but didn’t touch, hands settling on the desk inches from Agatha’s hips and hands.
“You always were such a brat.” Rio’s breath was hot against Agatha’s ear, her voice throaty and raw and filthy. “You never knew how to do what you were told.”
Or: After five years away, a still-grieving Agatha is dragged back into the FBI and the arms of her ex-wife.
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21 Jul 2025
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There are a lot of reasons for someone to decide to go live alone in the middle of the desert - solitude being the main one. Lou has spent the last year doing just that. Not quite running from her past but definitely seeking an escape.
Then by chance she happens across Debbie Ocean and decides to help her. But Debbie comes with mystery and behind her comes danger.
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03 Apr 2021
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Villanelle curled up on the bed, her hands folded sweetly beneath her cheek. Her smile was close to murder, her voice endlessly indulgent as she intoned, “So. If we’re the last two people on Earth…”
“No,” Eve said quickly.
“Not even then?”
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Of course, it would only take the end of the world for the two of them to come together. Or to fall apart.
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14 Jan 2021