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  1. Public Bookmark 25

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    It begins with Sloane’s cheek pressed against the cold metal of their battlewagon, as she stares at the bright halo of sunlight bouncing off of Hurley’s curls.

    (That’s not truly where they begin, but the tight cinch of the sash around Sloane’s waist makes it hard for her to remember many beginnings. She has to make due with this one.)

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    22 Mar 2017

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    “Come on, Sloane. When was the last time you slept?”

    “…Recently.”

    Hurley puts down her wrench. She wipes the oil off her hand before threading it through Sloane’s hair. Her fingers work their way carefully through the thick knots that have gathered there. Sloane sighs softly.

    “You’re exhausted,” Hurley says. “Come home with me.”

    Sloane’s stomach twists with bubbly warmth, just like it did the first time Hurley said those words. This time, though, Sloane shakes her head in response to them.

  2. Rec 3

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    Hurley is no stranger to being shorter than people.

    But this is fucking ridiculous.

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    20 Mar 2017

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    "I'm going to strangle you," Hurley growls.

    "You're not tall enough," is Sloane's immediate response, which Hurley should have seen coming.

  3. Rec 10

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    The war with France has been oddly quiet of late, which is good (though frustrating) news for Temeraire, newly-trained and just learning to patrol the English coast. Meanwhile Laurence meets an amnesiac Frenchman in Dover and takes advantage of the covert's idleness.

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    20 Mar 2017

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    “I wonder what you did before coming to Dover. Do you never think of who you might have been?” Laurence asks.

    “Rarely,” Alexander dismisses. “Either no one cared for me, and I do not have cause to miss anyone, or I suppose I did such terrible things that I am worth forgetting, and therefore it is better that I, too, forget what I might have accomplished personally. There can be no other reason that I have not been found by friends and acquaintances.”

    “No other reason?” Laurence demands. “That is entirely morbid, Alexander. I imagine it would have been nearly impossible to find you; you would have been well imagined dead by anyone with sense. And why assume you have done nothing of any worth?”

    “That is not what I said. It is quite possible I did grand, important things. Likely, even,” says the scholar without a hint of modesty. “I am perfectly intelligent, perfectly capable. But people doing important things must often commit terrible actions; it is a by-product of duty. Perhaps my flaws overcame the good I accomplished, and so no one came to fish me from the sea – maybe someone pushed me in!”

    Sometimes Laurence wonders, wearily, if Alexander's philosophical rambles are only jokes and teasings. He is never quite sure. “I dislike your outlook on life.”

    “Yet you cannot refute me,” says Alexander cheerily. “You would call me cynical, Laurence, and so how is it that you are always so serious?”

    “Someone must be,” Laurence says, but he smiles faintly when Alexander only laughs at him.

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    “You are very fortunate that Lenton is a forgiving man,” Laurence says. “And that we do not have any manpower to waste guarding a jail cell.”

    Alexander is still annoyed. “I find it difficult to believe that no one has tried to punch Captain Rankin before,” he argues.

    “I quite agree,” Temeraire says. “Laurence, why have you not introduced me to your friend before? I quite like him.”

    Laurence was afraid he would.

    Laurence should really insist on escorting Alexander back to Dover, but the fact of the matter is that no one does seem to mind his presence; in fact, more than one officer had slipped him a quick grin on their way to Temeraire's covert after Lenton's scolding. Interference might be frowned upon, but Rankin's actions might finally have gone too far. Even the admiral's reproof – rather necessary, considering Rankin's bloodied nose – seemed half-hearted at best.

    “Laurence has told me a great deal about you,” Alexander tells Temeraire, much to the dragon's delight. “He says you enjoy Newton's work?”

    Suddenly Captain Choiseul edges into the clearing.

    “I beg your pardon,” he says, oddly nervous. The French captain flinches at their attention. “Sir,” he says – addressing Alexander. “I would speak with you. If you have a moment.”

    “I have a thousand,” Alexander replies. Temeraire watches as they walk away, then turns to Laurence.

    “You see,” he says. “Clearly it is perfectly fine to tell Rankin how terrible he is, and I do not see why I cannot squash him, just like your friend did. I am sure I would do a far better job at it.”

    Alexander returns amidst the resulting argument, his mood dampened, and Laurence is obligated to ask if there is a problem.

    “No,” says Alexander abruptly. “None at all Just a slight – it is a ludicrous thought. Ridiculous!” But he frowns, as he says it, and will say nothing more until Temeraire offers to fly him back to Dover as the day deepens.

  4. Rec 36

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    Hurley’s been Lieutenant long enough to know that she’s a good cop. She’s caught plenty of criminals who’ve looked down on her because she’s small, or a woman, or a halfling. She’s caught plenty more who didn’t, but who made other mistakes. Obvious stuff. She’s even caught a few that made barely any mistakes at all. But only a few, and Sloane is good.

    or, a history of a relationship, with some sort of happily-ever-after

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    20 Mar 2017

  5. Rec 13

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    (sort of a follow up to my fic 'the game is already lost', but can easily be read on its own)

    Taako has a bad day, Magnus exercises his cuddling skills, the tables turn, and Merle is not prepared to deal with feelings today. A gen fic heavy on the affection, light on the plot, told in three parts.

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    20 Mar 2017

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    Sometimes when someone says, “go big or go home,” it’s kind of nice to just go home. (If you can’t stand the heat, turn the A/C on.) - A Softer World, E. Horne & J. Comeau