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    A meta-human with Cupid-like powers whammies Barry to fall in love with the first person he sees. Just his luck it happened to be Captain Cold.

    (“He hasn’t let go of me for almost an hour,” says Len, focusing his steel on Cisco, who shrinks considerably.

    “’Cause I love you,” says Barry beside him, his teeth gleaming as he grins. He tries to kiss Len again—god, the seventh time?)

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    19 Jul 2018

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    Oh, shit, oh, shit,” Len chants as his vision spins before him—left is right and right is left and his hand reaches out to grab the safety bar, but it’s metal and his grip slips easily. So he grabs the next best thing, which just happens to be Barry.

    “Len!” he hears Barry shout, and then he feels Barry laugh as he buries his face in Barry’s hair. It’s better this way, because at least he can’t see everything spinning, can only feel his insides being blended together.

    He knew it; he knew Barry was trying to kill him! And what a grand plan that was—getting Len to believe in this ruse just to murder him on a kiddie ride and rule it as an accident with his specialty in forensics. The screws were loose, Barry would probably say, after kicking the safety bar open to have Len flying off to his death—oh, what a way to go. But Len tightens his arms around Barry’s shoulders because he’s not dying. Nope. Not today.

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    Arthur seduces Eames into good.

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    17 Jul 2018

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    Arthur joins the mile high club, Cobb joins the broken hearts club, Eames joins the smug extractors' club, and Yusuf just wants to club everyone. Or, Eames steals Cobb's point man.

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    Some concerns are unavoidable for responsible middle-aged men of a certain style and dignity. Mycroft's got to decide what to do about the estate and inheritance and all those good and worthy family sorts of things, given he and Sherlock have no offspring. Family planning the Holmesian way. This is not Holmescest/incest, barring a few mild and tasteless jokes.

    This one turned longish and decidedly Mystrade, though quite non-erotica. Love-story. Main characters: Mycroft, Lestrade, Sherlock.

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    The situation was a simple one: Eames botched up a job and needed to stay someplace he wasn’t likely to be found until it all blew over. Then Arthur met him at the airport with a frown and a key and the words, “Don’t make me regret this,” and suddenly everything sprouted several more twists and turns than Eames was expecting.

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    15 Jul 2018

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    “I don’t understand you,” Eames admitted at last.

    Arthur laughed, wild. “I told you about my exes. I gave you my rating scale. I let you molest me in my sleep because I knew you wouldn’t push your luck even though you always push your luck.”

    Eames looked away, a response half-forming and reforming in his mind too many times for comfort.

    “I brought you home with me and gave you a key before I even let you in the door,” said Arthur, “you fucking idiot.”