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    The aftermath of a mission isn't usually like this.

    But then, this was no usual mission.

    The others are lost in their remembered worlds, repressing like talented amateurs, and it’s painful to watch. Bruce is no great actor, but he has eaten repression for so long now that it’s effortless; no-one can see how galling it tastes to him. These people, though. They can’t hide it from him, not him. He’s a professional.

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    21 Sep 2018

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    “We all are, now,” says Natasha, her eyes dark as they land on the others each in turn. “We’re all exposed, now.”

    Yes. He knows now what it is to be an assassin brainwashed practically from birth who rebuilt herself from scratch. He knows what it is to be a man, skilled beyond all comprehension, who loses everything and so fights and fights and fights until he has built a fortress of sarcasm around himself. He knows what it is to be a prince with the expectations of a whole species on his shoulders whose family is far, far away, or lost forever to him. He knows what it is to be a lonely billionaire whose spectacular mind is not enough to fill the gaps in himself and whose money cannot pay for the choices he has made. He now knows what it is to be a man marooned in a strange land clinging to the shreds of his old one.

    And they know what it is like to be a man haunted by monsters who can never run fast enough to escape his mistakes.

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    A fast ship, a good crew, a treasure, a Clan to lead -- that's all Arthur Pendragon has ever wanted. He sits on the Council, he supports his father's kingship, and he keeps an eye on the Imperial Conglomerate when they come too close to Pirate space.

    One day the Conglomerate infiltrates the Clans and poisons the King. Arthur must search for a cure to keep his father alive and the Clans from civil war.

    An escape route, a sharp knife, a target, the shadows at his command -- that's all Merlin has ever needed. He fulfills his assignments, he uses the Sterling to sustain his once-royal House in their exile, and wages a private war against the Imperial Conglomerate.

    When he learns of an elaborate plot to assassinate him, Merlin does the opposite of what's expected. He flees onto a Pirate ship.

    There's a saying among the Pirates: that one's fate is written in the stars. Destiny will always set to rights what has been made wrong.

    Arthur and Merlin know that they were meant for the other from the moment they meet. They can feel it from across the galaxies separating them. Nothing can stop them from being together or from fulfilling an ancient prophecy.

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    20 Sep 2018

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    Hale, on two legs and wearing a shirt, finds him thirty minutes later still sitting in the same position, staring at the ceiling.

    "I think there's something wrong with me," Stiles says. Hale snorts.

    "I could have told you that," he says. "Tea?"

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    Alternatively: the secret agent AU nobody asked for.

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    01 Sep 2018

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    There are times when he feels as if they could fall into bed together, easy as breathing. If Stiles were not highborn, if he were an omega without connections, Derek would be sorely tempted. As it is, he resists. Derek wants, he yearns, but he resists. Still, the sight of Stiles in his cot is enough to test him, even now that it is familiar. At the end of each lambing season, he sleeps for a week, worn down by months of hard work, of relentless struggle. He doesn’t know how he’ll feel by the time Stiles leaves, how he’ll feel after long days and longer nights spent resisting the insistent tug of Stiles’s scent and the inclinations of his own foolish heart.

    All Derek wants is to get through the lambing season with his body and spirit intact. He had thought that the blizzards would be the main danger, not a highborn omega with beautiful eyes and a stubborn streak.

    NB: it baffles me that I have to say this, but please don't put this fic onto goodreads.

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    29 Aug 2018

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    Stiles’s smile is brighter than the sun, pulls him in like the moon. Derek can feel himself falling, can feel his heart melt and yield to him. He doesn’t do a thing to stop it. Even though this is temporary, even if this is unwise, he still lets himself fall, eyes open and head clear. There’s nothing else he could possibly do.

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    Stiles already had a history with skin magazines for werewolves. It wasn't like he was new at this, even if his modeling portfolio was completely pathetic. He was cool and collected. He was a jaded professional. He was not at all prepared for working with Derek Hale.

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    25 Aug 2018

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    Stiles said, "We're non-traditional daters. Later I'm going to read him some dirty ancient poetry and I'm not sure but I think he might want to scent-mark me or something."

    "You're an idiot," Derek told him.

    "That's not a no."

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