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Soviet Mile High Club by L1ttleSilkworm, shark-from-the-park (inigosolo)
Fandoms: Chernobyl (TV 2019)
21 Mar 2020
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This story takes place in an AU in which no accident has happened. Valery and Boris are being sent to Chernobyl by Gorbachev in order to inspect the power plant’s design and how it is managed. After their first meeting in the Kremlin (which goes about the same as in the show), they find themselves on board of a helicopter heading to Pripyat’. A similar argument regarding the course of the helicopter ensues and Valery ends up tumbling in quite a similar way toward Boris. Also in this AU, no soldiers are accompanying them and Valery is wearing his light blue suit.
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Valery and Boris have to undergo an embarrassing ordeal.
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In Montreuil-sur-Mer by inigosolo
Fandoms: Les Misérables - Victor Hugo, Les Misérables - All Media Types
20 Apr 2019
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A painfully oblivious Valjean falls slowly and agonisingly in love with Inspector Javert without realising quite what's happening, while wrestling with his dual identity as the Mayor of Montreuil-sur-Mer.
This Brick-centric story is written in a meandering 'slice of life' style with extremely slow burn romance.
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The Post-Lights-Out Homesick Blues by inigosolo for anon prompter on makinghugospin
Fandoms: Les Misérables - All Media Types
31 Mar 2013
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Two glorious late-middle-aged French virgins reduced to the status of hormonal 17-year-old-boy virgins at a modern British boarding school, and all that implies. So sue me.
Hastily written for a kinkmeme prompt. Gratuitous in the extreme. Sorry-not-sorry-but-sort-of-sorry, etc. -
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Hurt/Comfort and mild first-time porn for the Boosh boys.
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James bit into a laden slice of toast with the undamaged side of his mouth. “I thought we agreed that thinking was very dangerous,” he said, and though his voice was light Francis could feel a weight behind it. It was a weight made up of sleepless nights and crying jags; of Francis punching a solid wall and of James shouting himself hoarse; of the unbearable social calls and wrenching letters and pitying looks which they could not avoid. They carried a great many heavy things with them, now.
London, 1848: Francis and James try to put themselves back together.
Chapter 2: When Francis returned to James with a gin and tonic and a lemon water for himself, he was confronted by the sight of silver-haired, gold-toothed Le Vesconte occupying the chair next to James. This was as expected, but did not improve his mood any.
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20 Sep 2021
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What was a scar, then, other than proof that one had survived? That he’d survived the pain and blood and tears, and risen up again to live another day?
James reflects on the miracle of his recovery.
(Also, on his unslakeable thirst for Francis Crozier.)
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20 Sep 2021
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“What would good Sir John say, if he knew what obscenities occupied your mind? If only Sir John could see you now, the spectacle you make of yourself, displayed here, dripping with my spend and still begging to be used.”
Francis has so few delights these days. The particular rosy blush that comes over James’s face when embarrassment knifes through him is one of them, and Francis seeks it unsparingly.
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Just six weeks into the voyage, Francis and James have fallen into a certain easy understanding—but it's not made to last.Bookmarked by inigosolo
18 Sep 2021
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The long and the short of it was: Francis had grown a moustache. It looked terrible. It made James want to rip off his clothes. It made no sense. He could not allow this to continue.
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- Part 3 of Catfic Verse
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18 Sep 2021
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The town of Erebus is dying. The mine's dried up, trains are few and far between, and the churchyard has more graves than there are people in town. Then the weather shifts—a foreboding grey-blue line on the horizon promising an early, brutal winter.
And there are monsters in the woods.
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16 Sep 2021