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Aaron was gone. Dead, most likely, rotting somewhere out there in the black, or wherever the hell his body had been dumped in the end. At least, Logan had always assumed that much. That had always been the implication anyway, and though he'd never asked for details or a flat out answer, he'd taken that assumption as truth ( Read more... ) -
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It was getting colder, the girl knew what cold could do to the meat if it stayed on the street at night. Burns from ice, slow death from sleep, bad skin. Skin breaking to show the body beneath. And then there was sickness. Cold settled in lungs. Cold breeding in the wet places. Cold closing your eyes. These, the girl knew. She saw ( Read more... ) -
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Some people might have pointed out that a bright red coat was hardly ideal for someone who was hiding, but John was a firm believer in commitment. He’d committed to being Captain John Hart, and he had no plans of changing that simply because Jack had it in his head that he needed to be tamed and controlled ( Read more... ) -
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There's still dust under my fingernails. In the folds of my clothes. The roots of my hair. Under my skin. I go to Nanashi and I always leave feeling like it's clinging to my back. This shadowed weight of my past, looming just behind me. I can't get back to Miranda fast enough. Or maybe I just wanna believe that. Sometimes, the dirt and the vast ( Read more... ) -
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Another night, another boring restaurant, another bloody week as Jack's lap dog. It was enough to make John a little sick, and he refused both food and drink as he sat silently opposite the other man, drilling holes in his skull with his eyes ( Read more... ) -
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After deciding he's had enough of Jack Harkness tossing him aside, John Hart kidnapps Rave and Logan in a bid for attention. Things don't end well for anyone involved, and after Jack plays the role of the hero, he finds himself with a new pet. (NC-17 - violence, sex, non-con, abuse)
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After stalking out of the restaurant in New Tokyo, I don't go straight back to the docks. My feet move without thought, taking me down those dark, dangerous streets that'd apparently look so nice splattered with my intestines ( Read more... ) -
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When life handed you lemons, you were supposed to try and make lemonaid. So what were you supposed to do when it handed you shit ( Read more... ) -
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It had been quiet on Miranda lately, too quiet for John's taste, and there was a little less swagger in his walk as he made his way down the busy streets of the marketplace. His boots thudded heavily on cracked concrete, and his features seemed sunken and dark as he scratched at his wrist. His guns were a comforting weight against his hips, and his ( Read more... ) -
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Sometimes I wonder if, from the outside, I look like some kid playing at being an adventurer. Playing at being a pilot. Running away from life, just 'cause it got too hard. Maybe that's true. I can't deny any of it, not really, but it took ten years for me to find something besides giving head that I'm actually good at. It took ten years to finally ( Read more... )