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Miles has always considered himself a very involved parent.
He was a good husband, a good father. So when he returned home to find his children in such a sorry state, he decided to step up to the plate and right all the wrongs.
If only Spider could accept his solutions without complaints.
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Domestic fluff quickly overtaken by 5k of filthy smut.
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- Part 2 of A Burning Hill
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25 May 2026
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A smutty step-sibling Betty and Jughead AU.
FP and Alice are tying the knock in a Las Vegas style wedding. It's the first time their children are meeting. They want them to get along, they want to be a big happy family. But once Jughead and Betty are left alone to get to know each other better, they get to know each other a little too well. The attraction is almost instant.
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“You know, when I told my mum I wanted a brother, I didn’t mean a grown man,”
“And I never even asked for a sister,”
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23 May 2026
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You're a lone Na'vi out and about when boom! Suddenly your world is flipped upside-down. Literally.
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21 May 2026
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From an outside perspective, your job sucks.
Pandora is hostile, the wildlife wants to kill you, and the air itself is poisonous. On top of that, you’ve been assigned as the aide-de-camp to a squad of recombinant soldiers who are twice your size and only occasionally remember basic manners. Your job is to keep them fed, scheduled, equipped, and out of administrative trouble. Five months in, you’re actually pretty good at it.The recoms like you. Your system works. The only real problem was their commanding officer.
Colonel Miles fucking Quaritch.
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You push your food around on the little plastic tray. “I don’t even know what I want. I mean,” your voice drops to a whisper, “I can’t date him, can I? Maybe he just wants a sexual relationship.”
She says your name, affectionately exasperated, “A man does not buy you coffee every single day because he wants to get in your pants.”
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A story about a quirky little geoscientist and a cuthroat military colonel.