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the scent of peppermint by bloodandpepper for Loukassh
Fandoms: Assassin's Creed - All Media Types
03 Aug 2021
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‘If it would be for me to decide your fate, I would let you bleed out with a knife run through your liver.’
There it was: the truth, naked and honest.
'Nobody' watched him without an ounce of fear, cocking his head to the side as if to ponder the deeper meaning of his words.Suddenly, his short-blade danced through the air in one fluent move, and Malik braced himself for the strike, waited for the pain to blossom in him. He blinked in confusion when the leather-bound grip was presented to him, along with a curt nod and one of those tiny smiles.
‘Then deliver your justice, Dai.’
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He grew used to the feeling of Sam’s hot, flushed skin pressed against him, the way he perfectly fit into the crook of his arm and the presence of his satisfied smile against his chest.
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Spock likes McCoy. McCoy won't take a hint.
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once again with feeling by plutos
Fandoms: Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies)
09 Mar 2014
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"He swallows hard and licks his lips. The Enterprise has a Vulcan on board doesn't it? He resolves himself to stay as far away as possible, so he won’t blurt out anything dumb. He’s met Vulcans before and none of them liked him much. Illogical, they called him. Leonard knows enough about their culture to recognise it as an insult. Bastards."
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Slippery slope by WhatIfImaMermaid
Fandoms: Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies), Star Trek: The Original Series, Star Trek
04 Apr 2017
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McCoy spends the first six weeks on board of the Enterprise muttering to Jim about unfeeling hobgoblins and the undeniable stupidity of having a green-blooded supercomputer as the executive officer, and the first day of the seventh leaning back against the bulkhead in someone’s quarters, the lips of the Vulcan in question stretched around his cock.
ORIf McCoy could have stopped himself from falling for Spock, he would have done it, dammit.
