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It Takes a Little Moonlight (JeanMarco)

It had been a while since they'd been able to spend time alone with one another—between freshman year of college and other obligations, what with Marco getting a part time job and Jean putting in volunteer hours in the chemistry lab, it was impossible to hang out as a group half the time, let alone as just the two of them. Nine times out of ten, when one person was off of work for the day, the other was just going in, had papers due, or had some familial obligation or another to contend with. It seemed to be putting some small amount of pressure on all of their friendships and honestly no one was hanging out with anyone as much as they

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Mother Did Not Cry (Dragon Age II) Leto/Fenris

Mother cried when she lost the baby. She cried, and cried, and cried, until there was nothing left but her emotions. She cried til no more tears sprang forth and then she cried some more; soundless, wordless, tearless sobs that wracked her soul and shattered her heart beyond repair. She cried til she could do nothing more but sleep. Mother cried when Varania was praised by the Master. She cried tears of pride, tears of joy, tears of fear. She cried because she was proud of her daughter, proud that she had gained His favor. She cried because it was a most joyous day, one with shining sun and dancing winds and her beautiful Varania's sweet smi

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Synthetics Dream of Android Sheep (Aliens)

It had been one hell of a trip getting out here. It wasn't the nice, groggy experience movies and mainstream media made it out to be. Ramirez had awoken feeling like he hadn't moved or had anything to drink for six months--which he hadn't. But god damn did he feel it. The first thing he'd done, stupidly, was chug the months old bottle of water next to his bed. Bad idea. The second thing he did was vomit it all back up, plus some stomach acid. Then he'd stopped to feel how weak his muscles had gotten during stasis; he could barely stand, let alone pick himself back up from the floor where he'd half fallen into his own stomach contents. "Havi

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Self Identification and Healing Wounds (FenHawke)

“Respect the strong. Destroy the weak. That was what Danarius always told us while he trained us for combat. There were a select few slaves he allowed to be taught the ways of the sword; enough to keep him safe but never enough to overthrow him. He would goad us into attacking each other, either by word or by force, and then tell us what we had done wrong only when someone lay dead at his feet.” A slightly unsteady hand brushed back through muddied white hair that hadn’t been washed since their last outing to the Wounded Coast, lingering at the tips as though contemplating something very far off in the elf’s mind. Imp

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Correspondence From The Field 3 (SasuNaru)

Naruto, I know you miss me but you’re fine. Once you make Hokage, do you think you’ll see me all the time still? There may be weeks that all you get is seeing me when I’m already asleep. Anbu gets sent on this kind of thing a lot. Kakashi has told us before how drawn out his old missions could get. You’re fine. You stay strong or you crumble and so help me Uzumaki I won’t see you crumble. We leave at dawn’s break for the final destination. The journey is purported to take at least eight days. Don’t expect letters for a while. I’m next watch so I can’t make this long. Whatever you do,