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    "Look, dude, I get it. You’re fucked-up. HYDRA fucked you up. I’ve been there. But you’re my fucking Soul Mate!"

    “I can kill you. I could kill you without even realizing what I was doing. I’m not fucked-up, I’m a monster. I’m a nightmare. You can’t be here. You can’t- All the people I’ve killed- I will not murder my Soul Mate too. Not after everything else I’ve-”

    Clint worked his left hand between their bodies and managed to land a punch to the man’s right side, forcing him to shift his weight, and Clint brought his right hand down on the place where the man’s metal arm met his torso - hidden by the shirt he wore, but on full display in the video Clint had watched.

    The man released Clint with a grunt of pain, and Clint pressed his advantage, landing another punch to his abdomen, backing him up against the opposite side of the RV and then pressing the kitchen knife he had pocketed while cleaning up earlier to the man’s throat.

    “Like I said, I’m not a Boy Scout. I’m plenty dangerous myself. We clear on that?”

     

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    This looks bad, because it is.

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    How Clint Barton met his Soul Mate

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    14 Nov 2018

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    Clint thinks that the secrets in his past mean that he's never going to be able to have the relationship he wants with Bucky, but then his brother finds some information that gives him hope. All he has to do is take out half the Hydra bases in Europe first. Easy, right?

     

    All 3 parts of this fic are written, and should be posted over the next fortnight.

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    06 Nov 2018

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    January seventh. Seven days since the start of 2015, and seven days since his father’s death.

    The bastard, he thinks bitterly. The past year Derek Hale had made it blatantly obvious that he hated his scrawny guts, taking every given opportunity to shove him up against a wall, growl threats in his ears and roll his eyes whenever he stepped into the room, muttering some snide comment about how spastic or idiotic he was.

    So why did he fucking volunteer to take him in?

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    30 Oct 2018

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    The one where the Talia Hale is the sister of Morticia Addams and the Hales are a little kookier than they were in the show. Also, you know. Alive. This is Derek's story.

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    23 Aug 2018

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    Derek scrolls to the next picture. Stops. Blinks.

    For a moment, they just freeze. He can see Stiles’ hand hesitating just next to his out of the corner of his eye, stopped mid-air, like he was reaching to take the phone back. Stiles’ heart is loud — so fucking loud — in the quiet of the loft, drowning out Derek’s own heartbeat and the many varied sounds coming in through the cracked window.

    “So,” Stiles says, voice wobbly and pitched high in what’s probably mortification. “That’s my penis.”

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    23 Aug 2018