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  1. Public Bookmark 14

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    Caleb warming Ben up.

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    21 Sep 2020

  2. Public Bookmark 16

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    Ben and Caleb wake up in bed together.

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    21 Sep 2020

  3. Public Bookmark 25

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    Written for the TURN Kink Meme.

    Takes place after 'Epiphany.' Ben and Caleb have a lot to celebrate.

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    21 Sep 2020

  4. Public Bookmark 28

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    No. No no no no no. It can't be. Human and kaiju genetics are so radically different, nothing communicable could affect him, surely? People all over the world have handled kaiju tissue countless times, and none have reported weird stuff happening to their privates. No. It's just one of those superbugs. Something normal. Human.

    Something brushes against his thigh.

    (or, in which Newt develops kaiju tentacles, and Hannibal is surprisingly into it.)

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    08 Sep 2020

  5. Public Bookmark 5

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    James was working in the new sketchbook, cadged from one of the Enterprise officers of a similarly artistic bent. His previous lay on the table behind his elbow. Idly, Francis flipped it open. The early pages were all pencil sketches, such as he’d seen James do before; a few charcoals, in the middle, which were getting awfully smudged. Towards the back were the paintings. Here was the Terror, wedged skew-whiff in the ice. Here was an ice shelf in layers of green and blue. Here were the tents out on the shale in their orderly rows. Francis flicked by these, nauseous with memories of all they did not show.

    A splash of vibrant pink was visible on the edge of a page which stuck out a little from the others. Francis turned to it, and stopped still.

    For the terror.exe flash fic fest, from the prompt: Tell us about watercolours, why don't you, James?

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    08 Sep 2020