(Title subject to change.)
You work at a bookstore two towns away from Teufort. You'd heard rumor of mercenaries that had messed with the town, but never paid any mind to it. One weekend, you decide to really let go and go with a kind man for a night together in a hotel room. Little do you know, he's one of those mercenaries, and you're going to end up wrapped up in all the trouble that comes with him.
“You’re the hunter, ja?”
“Yeah, but only for those damn vampires creeping around. If you want me to go kill some nasty werewolf or ghoul I can refer you to someone, but--”
“Nein!” His new contact immediately spoke up. “No, no. Vampires. I-- I have locations. Quite a few. I can supply them to you, one at a time… I have money, I have quite a lot. I just have a… Special request. Nobody else has done this for me.”
In which Sniper is a vampire hunter in a town of monster hunters, and Medic is his newest client - and a monster himself.
Things get messy, fast.
"From God, the King. From King, the Law."
Team Fortress II, finally reunited, have been gifted with a new home. It is specially made for them, and gives them everything they could wish for, the safety and security of a dedicated base. Their morale, however, has been in pieces, ever since the battle with their predecessors. So has their tight-knit friendship, and, in one case, love.
Death is a difficult thing to process, and the sharp sting of betrayal still hangs heavy in the air.
But the mysterious and white-walled Facility holds many dark secrets, darker than anything they have faced before. It is only a matter of time before the truth comes to light.
And when that time comes, it is time to run, and not look back.
- Part 1 of Administration
A year after the nogitsune is defeated, Derek is living a quiet life in the mountains above a small town in Colorado.
Then Stiles shows up.
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06 Jun 2016
01 Dec 2013
COMPLETE! Bond finds himself increasingly curious about his enigmatic Quartermaster.
"Your prior hotel is no longer secure, I will direct you to a new location. Your luggage has already been transferred. A field agent and medic from the Diréction Générale de la Sécurité d'État will be waiting at the side entrance. I have cleared them both personally." In contrast to his crisp dry English, Q's pronunciation of the French words was fluid and flawless, the throaty tone of the fricatives sending a surprising jolt of awareness straight to Bond's cock — all the more remarkable given his degree of blood loss.
"You're wasted on Q-branch, you have the voice for a phone-sex call-in line." The words slipped out of Bond's mouth without forethought, although he had plenty of time to think in the sudden pause that came afterward and stretched on for endless moments. Bond hadn't realized until now how Q was always there, with an immediate reply. In all their banter Q had never before been at a loss for words. Ever.
- Part 1 of Quriosity Verse
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06 Apr 2016