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There's someone outside the spacecraft. You don't remember them being part of the crew.
Or: the scifi horror au
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Calculated Risk by AnonPenguin for ReyloAddict
Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy
29 Dec 2024
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When Rey loses her job, she jokes at a night out with friends about entering into sugar baby work. She doesn't consider that Ben Solo, the occasional addition to their friend group and mild stone in her shoe, is listening.
Or that he'd be interested.
Or, a Sugar Daddy / Sugar Baby AU Among Friends
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A Nutcracker for Christmas by QuiltedDreamz for Midnight_Mourning
Fandoms: Five Nights at Freddy's, Nußknacker und Mausekönig | Nutcracker and the Mouse King - E. T. A. Hoffmann
01 Jan 2025
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Your uncle got you a small doll for Christmas. A nutcracker to be precise. But you don't want a doll; you wish to dance.
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A botched mission gets the 141 involved with the NSA. The Agent and Ghost share a professionally distant relationship on the outside.
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A dark, hooded figure emerged from the dense snowstorm, growing far too tall as it approached. You shuffled back weakly in the bloodstained snow and winced as you jostled the trap clamped on your boot.
“What is this?” the man’s voice rumbled, muffled behind his mask. “You are…not what I expected to catch today.” He crouched and cupped your cheek reverently, as if you were a tiny creature whose delicate bones would snap at a too-rough touch.
You flinched at first — but he was warm, so warm.
“You are very far from home, aren’t you, Kleines Häschen?” he mused, honeyed words drawn out slowly as you relaxed into his palm. “Come, let me tend to your wound. Rest by my fire, just for a little while.”
The man scooped you up from the snow, unresisting. Sleep whispered sweet temptation as you were cradled to his chest, lulled by the blood loss and his steady steps. You gave in to the beckoning darkness, and allowed your heavy lids to close, like he said—
just for a little while.