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"You got it… What the fuck is that?!"
Maverick jerks his head up just in time to see shapes punching through the distortion. Three Tomcats.
And five Bandits with them.
“What the hell—!” Goose yells.
“Contacts!” Slider snaps.
Viper’s voice cracks over the radio, suddenly sharp. “All aircrafts, this is no longer training. I repeat, this is no longer training. Here is Commander Viper from the US Navy. Disengage and identify yourselves immediately!”
“Break formation!” A voice, distinctly Russian, calls into the open line and they split like they already know where every threat in the sky is going to be.
“Bandits followed us,” the same voice says. Russian, cold, controlled, male. Then, with the kind of certainty that makes Goose’s stomach drops: “Holly Wood. Maverick. No engagement with locals until they are dealt with.”
Maverick blinks.
"Copy that, Iceman."
Or meet a handwavy crack threated seriously fic that's taken over the few hours of sleep i have during finals
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“Stay off the floor tonight.”
His voice cracks the silence like a shot of thunder. Her ears dip lower, feathers brushing her shoulders.
“That an order?”
Her words hover between them, sharp as was the burned sugar. Her wings twitch against the weight of odds tugging at them.
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Finally, his ears flick once, his tail brushing the floor in a precise swish. His wings shift, just enough to blur the space behind him, a subtle promise of protection if needed.
“Order,” he says, low and firm, careful, heatless. “Tonight… I got you.”
She feels the quiet promise in the tone, enough to let her exhale. The odds hum lower, settling around them. The House waits.
Calm. After the storm.
Decades before Charlie Morningstar had her idea of a "Redemption Hotel", there was a deal made. Unimportant in the grand scale of Hell, uniting a probability demon and a gambling Overlord. Tilting the odds in his favor to save her own skin.
Spade thought it would be simple. Yet, she is going to learn nothing is simple in Hell. And, most of all, nothing is free.
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You left me here behind; do you not care? (How the fuck am I supposed to carry on without you here?) by Dirus_works
Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types
23 Sep 2025
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He almost jumps at the sound as his dog, Lud, barks in surprise. Henryk quickly stands, moving to answer his door, and nearly gapes at the sight.
Magda looks up to him, her bluish lips shaking.
“Oh, little duck,” he says softly, quickly ushering her inside. He corrals her to the chimney side; she’s shaking like a leaf. “Why are you outside?”
“Papa said I was bad,” she quietly answers, and Henryk hisses between his teeth. “Said I had to sleep in the barn until I was good again… but last time I was good only after a week, and I’m so cold, Sir Henryk.”
This is sad. Like really, really sad. Inspired by Shireen Baratheon's death in GOT, just so y'all know. Major Child Death, child abuse and grief.
EDIT: Now with an alternate ending in chap 2, still sad but more bitersweet for the interested.
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You helped me understand (There was another version of me) by Dirus_works
Fandoms: Avatar (Cameron Movies)
07 Jul 2025
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“Hello Corporal Sully, if you’re watching this, that’s because I’m dead.”
Jake frowned, holding the tablet with a hand, sitting on an avatar-sized chair, Colonel Miles Quaritch talking to him.
“Your memories may be blurry from what I’m told, but they have been copied from your last transfer in your avatar, before you decided to betray us all.”
Wait.
Time out.
What?
“You are now a recombinant, corporal; the only reason the powers deemed reasonable to bring you back despite your treason is because of your knowledge on the Na’vi. You will obey to Colonel Quaritch. If you fail, you’re dead.”
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‘Still causing trouble, Jake?’
His mother’s voice sounded far away but close at the same time. He hadn’t thought of her in years. Or well, the other Jake hadn’t.
‘Guess I still do, Mom.’
Or I got inspired by a Recombinant!Jake fanart and I have no self control.
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How do I find my way? (On this long, lonely road where I'm goin') by Dirus_works
Fandoms: House of the Dragon (TV)
16 Nov 2024
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<What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!> he snarled back, whisking his forked tail in front of the kid, long neck moving. He tilted his head with a high-pitched growl, tail curling around the boy. Seasmoke hissed back with a scoff.
<It’s just the unbonded brat of the king,> the white dragon tone was mocking, mean.
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Seasmoke is angry at Vhagar, Caraxes stop him from getting himself killed, and unknowingly stop one of the biggest cataclyst of the Dance of the Dragons.
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