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“You know we can’t get it on anyway. There are tweens outside this tent, the walls are made of fibre half a millimetre thick, we will traumatise all of them. Grace doesn’t need the ‘heard my dad fucking his boyfriend’ badge."
OR The Aloha Girls are going to give Danny a stress related stroke, and Steve is going to give him an orgasm. Fucking in tents is harder than you think.
(I formally apologise to the Girl Scouts of America for poaching their long standing traditions to pad out this filth.)
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"You're not alone," he said, and she chuffed against his chest, scepticism on her breath. "I'm serious. And in the mean time, you've got me and Hot Pie." Then he stopped, "Well you've got me, and hey, when winter does come, we can always eat Hot Pie." GxA
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After confronting lies told by Paracelsus disguised as Father, Vincent is spurred into exploring a physical relationship with Catherine. AU, Angst, and will ultimately be rated mature for sexual situations.
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03 Jun 2026
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her options was to go out into the field. Or quit, and probably end up on some government kill list because she knew too much.
there is a knock at the door. she padded up and looked through the peephole. considers not opening the door at all. "I can see your shadow under the door Ashcroft" his voice is muffled through the wooden slab. she screwed her eyes shut for a second. mouths a soft 'fuck' to herself, then she opened the door halfway to see Leon Kennedy taking up the most of the door frame on the other side.
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26 May 2026
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Grace and Leon have unwise (and unsafe) sex in a save room.
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20 May 2026
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She didn't think of mom's twisted face when the knife ripped her throat. She thought of the blur in navy blue careening through the burning chapel to hatchet her pursuers in the head.
She didn't think of her nails splitting on the floor as the Girl dragged her to certain doom. She thought of the muzzle flash, the ringing in her ears, the steely eyes, and the revolver—heavier than a small child—slipping through the bars as he armed her with the most dangerous thing he owned.
She didn't even think of Emily, and the monster she'd been twisted into. She thought of his voice, his apology, his sympathy for every loss, every heartache that only existed because people like Zeno and Victor walked this cursed earth.
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Grace Ashcroft survived the ARK, released Elpis, and foiled a bioterrorist plot. Now she just has to figure out how to sleep, how to walk through a parking garage without sprinting, and how to raise a newly sighted nine-year-old—all while the man who sat with her in the dark keeps showing up in every crack her trauma left behind.
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11 May 2026
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Jack didn’t go in much for praying anymore. No point, not when nobody upstairs seemed to give a shit either way. Praying was for altar boys and little kids and people who wanted their football team to win the Superbowl; for parents in his ER who refused medical care for their dying children in favor of speaking in tongues and yelling up the ladder to something that didn’t answer. Not for him. He believed in only a few things, and none of those were anything big enough to pray to.
Well, almost none. There’d been one thing. A person, really. Bigger than a person, though. More like a grand, orchestral concept, a hope half-divine, fifty-two percent of the reason he kept showing up to work for four years straight.
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Jack Abbot is seriously injured while responding to a mass shooting. Samira Mohan, who has left the Pitt, happens to be his ER doctor at Westbridge. A reunion and a conversation, both long overdue, follow.
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02 May 2026