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SDN Employee Handbook, Page 12:
Personal relationships between colleagues are permitted, provided they are conducted in a professional manner and do not interfere with work performance. All employees are expected to maintain professional conduct at all times in the workplace and avoid behavior that may cause difficulty, embarrassment, or discomfort to others.
Navigating workplace romances is hard enough even when they don't involve ex-supervillains with mile-high egos.
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“Do you think it's a sign of some deeper issue?” Robert muses, eyes tracing the deep v of his ridiculous suit and ducking the swipe of Chase's hand.
“Brain damage, probably.” Chase nods. Not entirely impossible, considering his lifestyle.
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24 Dec 2025
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a freeloader, a roommate, or a secret third thing by kj_crwn
Fandoms: Dispatch (Video Game)
23 Nov 2025
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Robert fills up the glass he's been trying to remove a questionable stain from and empties it in a fluid movement over his shoulder, enjoying the indignant squawk it produces before all noise ceases. Blessed silence.
"You gotta stop doing this near the sources of water," Robert comments lazily, turning around to lean back against the sink. He smirks at the sight of Flambae. Dripping wet, and eyes wild. Pathetic.
"Just you wait until I set you on fire in your sleep," Flambae says through gritted teeth, fingers twitching as if he's trying to summon his fire despite the water impairing him.
"Bringing kinky shit into the bedroom already?" Robert quips. He crosses his arms, not cowed in the slightest by the other's larger frame.
or; Flambae's apartment is destroyed during the attack. He forces his way into staying at Robert's instead.
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23 Dec 2025
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One of the main characters - the only surviving witness to a murder - has just woken from a coma. Not only is she entirely cognizant, but the first thing that the subtitles say she asks for is a lawyer.
“What are you fucking giggling about?”
The other person that’s been paying attention is Flambae. He’s right next to Robert on the couch, his arm slung over the top behind his head. One foot is propped up on the other knee, also pointing towards Robert, which has him caged in the corner by the arm rest. It’s probably some fucked-up power move. Robert has been ignoring it just to spite him.
“It’s just not how comas work,” Robert shrugs.
“Right, and you know because you’re a fucking doctor,” Flambae quips back.
“I know because I was in one, asshole.”
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During a quiet night in, Robert realizes that his coma and injuries aren't common knowledge among Z-Team.
Most of them take the information in stride with jokes aplenty.
Flambae does not.
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23 Dec 2025
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My hands are not clean (they can still carry you home) by Arcturus_Ish
Fandoms: Dispatch (Video Game)
30 Nov 2025
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The thing about plastic chairs is that they weren't a great substitute for an actual bed; the other thing is, Robert can't exactly afford to be picky and even if he 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 the internal debate is still ongoing as to whether or not he deserves a mattress at this current point in his life.
So, the plastic chair stays and is staying for the foreseeable future. Besides, it's charming - in a depressing, minimalism-that-is-totally-not-a-reflection-of-his-inner-sense-of-worth way.
Or:The fic where Robert has chronic pain and Flambae has warm hands. The two of them will figure out what to do about that eventually, right?
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22 Dec 2025
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The paper crinkled when he dragged it out from where he had stuffed it into his backpack, already ripped in the corners and scuffed from the harsh treatment when he ran to the gate earlier. He skimmed over the tags again, the first one being the one that caught his eye ‘military romance’, the rest of the tags weren’t too important as he ripped the paper. Sue him for latching onto it, maybe it was so hilarious that he could get through at least half the flight not bored out of his mind.
The ripped brown paper revealed a smooth black cover, a tunnel ending in a white circle with a soldier carrying another one over his shoulders, the title in plain white letters ‘Solider heart’. Soap flipped it, finding the reviews and a simple summary on the back. The author being anonymous, only the initials of what most likely already was pseudo name, ‘RS’. It held many awards, even called internationally best selling romance novel of it genre, which raised some eyebrows.
What had started as the longest flights of his life, turned out to be the shortest.
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Five times Soap introduced someone to a book + 1 time he didn’t
Ghost is a famous anonymous author and Soap loves his books, they fall in love<3
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17 Dec 2025
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“Would you continue even if I weren’t here?”
“If you ask, I will,” he would do anything.
Ghost felt the phantom feeling of Johnny’s hand around his neck, fingers digging into the skin in the nape of his neck, brushing against the buzzed blond hair. Could feel the heavy gaze of his blue eyes on him, flickering over his face like he was mentally mapping it as if he was never gonna see it again, “I ask now,” he had whispered in the tense moment between them.
“Why?” /Why Johnny? Why did you ask me then? Why, why, why…/
“Just a precaution,” /bullshit/, Johnny smiled, though it didn’t reach his eyes, didn’t even crinkle them properly like it always did. “Will you look for me?”
“Always.”
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Johnny died, but a year after on the anniversary of his death, Ghost finds something that maybe will change that. Following blindly a trail laid out by Soap himself to find him.
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17 Dec 2025
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his eyes trained on Simon’s face.
The freckled skin, the wrinkles around his eyes and eyebrows, the expressiveness of his features. The scars and the small indents that when John really thought about it could look like the shape of that skull mask, but he wasn’t really sure. It was there, when Simon needed a short break on a bench, laughing at a comment John made, that it hit John. A warm feeling spreading in his chest like dye in water. He didn’t feel lonely.
Because Simon had filled that void with his jokes, his stories and warm timbre voice. Living in John’s mind even when he was at home watching TV or making dinner for one. It was a slow realisation, warm and sappy slithering through his veins and arteries. Smiling wider despite the conversation not really catering for it.
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Au where they meet after being medically discharged, and Soap volunteer at the rehabilitation facility Ghost are recovering in - and they fall in love
Disgustingly self indulgent based on a story I heard from a coworker when I worked at a rehab
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16 Dec 2025
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How do you tell a dog from an SAS sergeant?
Soap's been trying to think of a punchline, but so far, all he's got is a dog’s gotta shit in the woods and bury it slightly more often than an SAS Sergeant.
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11 Dec 2025
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Ghost is motionless, staring down at John's outstretched hand like he's trying to recall on which page of How to Behave Like a Real Human in Polite Society he’s previously seen the gesture.
Before things can get awkward, John turns the aborted handshake into a jovial, manly sort of punch to Ghost’s shoulder. It's rather like how he imagines it would be to hit an adult moose, both in the physical sensation and in the frisson of anticipated danger it elicits. Gamely, he says, “Truck’s just about set, sir. Glad to be working with you.”
Ghost’s eyes flick up to John’s face, and then higher, to his hair. He frowns.
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Two idiots are assigned to an ambulance. They fall in love.
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11 Dec 2025
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So, Soap’s a big guy. Obviously.
He’s not overly tall, but he’s wide in the shoulders and thick in the thighs. He’s the kind of big that’s naturally built all over: training muscles on top of mission muscles on top of an innate bulk.
He’s the kind of big that makes him immovable to most guys.
The kind of big that’s always been -ger than most everyone else—if not by height, than at least by heft.
So when they’re on mission and Ghost spots a grenade before Soap does, and, with no time to warn him, grabs him by the waist and flings him back behind cover, gear and all, Soap’s really not expecting to think much about it, aside from maybe, ‘Oh, shit.’
What he thinks instead is: ‘Oh-hmm.’
And then, in rapid succession: ‘Big.’
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Or, Soap realizes that Ghost is bigger than him. His dick realizes that’s hot.
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10 Dec 2025
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He wades in it now, eyes still open, fixed on the speckled ceiling, begging himself not to crave bomb blasts and artillery fire in his childhood bedroom. Although…there might be something beautiful about it all, Johnny supposes, those noises in the thick. The gasps in between discharge that say: I’m here, I’m a part of this song too.
After a near-fatal injury, John MacTavish finds himself back in his hometown in Scotland. Fresh off an untimely discharge, he's forced to cope with disability, his dysfunctional family, and the lingering knowledge that there are some things he's just not ready to leave behind...
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- Part 1 of silver and gold
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08 Dec 2025
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The kiss is everything Zanka thought it would be, it's filthy, it’s disgusting, it’s like sharing the spliff, sharing spit, sharing their intoxication, Zanka hates it, he sinks his hand into Jabber’s hair, tugs hard enough that Jabber howls, and fights until it’s him pushing Jabber against the wall.
Jabber moans, his back arching, “Fuck, fuck, Zan-zan, you’re makin’ me so hard,” and his words make something climb up Zanka’s back, especially when a hand slips under his shirt, throws it over his head, and Zanka’s quick to do the same, and he’s never done this before, but it’s familiar in every way, ignorant in every other. The ugly, timid thing inside of him is wailing, it's fallen down into his gut, it’s screaming with every push of their tongues.
Ouroboros
(n.) /ˈuː.rəˌbɔːr.əs/
An ancient symbol of a serpent or snake consuming its own tail, embodying endless cycles of obsession, destruction, and rebirth; the infinite loop of desire and self-destruction.(Or, in which Zanka can’t stop thinking about Jabber, no matter how much he fights, runs, or hates it—and it only gets worse.)
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Zanka's hands are still lingering when he asks, the way he does everything, steady and blunt and pretending he doesn't care about the answer while his hand's waver.
“Can I kiss you?”
Jabber doesn't blink. “Nah.”
That same factual bluntness. Like commenting on the weather.
Zanka nods, accepting it like he accepts the buckets of blood they've shared by accident. He tries again:
“Can I kiss your neck?”
Huh?
Jabber's eyebrows raise a fraction. Like that was an unexpected wrench in their bi-weekly weirdness operation.
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One creature learning the texture of another.Series
- Part 6 of Janka Fics
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22 Nov 2025
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“Damn…” His voice was rough, barely more than a whisper. “You carryin’ me?”
Zanka didn’t look back. “I am. Now shut up.”
“What? You care about me?”
Zanka said nothing.
“That’s hot,” Jabber murmurs after a moment, voice slurred with exhaustion. “I like it when you man-handle me.”
“Would you just shut up?!”
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Jabber tried a new poison that didn’t go well, Zanka begrudgingly takes him to the Cleaners.
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18 Nov 2025
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“Fuck,” Zanka hisses, nail caught between his teeth. He scoffs. “Just like a fucking cat.”
Jabber smiles, straddling Zanka’s hips. “Want me to meow for you?”
His jaw tightens. For some reason, the look on Jabber’s face makes Zanka think he’s being serious this time. Dude. The growing pain in his head throbs. He shouldn’t be thinking about Jabber like this. He shouldn’t be here with him, period— and yet, still, here he is—
Jabber wants to play. Zanka just wants to go to bed.
(Alternatively: on an impromptu visit to the Cleaners’ Headquarters, Jabber discovers he really, really, likes Zanka’s teeth. Zanka should be disgusted, but much to his dismay, he isn’t.)
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18 Nov 2025
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"Are you done, Jabber?" Momoa pipes up. "I don't know what you see in him. He is weak."
Jabber's eyes lock path with Zanka's, and Zanka's heart sinks.
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15 Nov 2025
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He doesn’t remember his name. Well, he does, it’s Jabber, but the thing that they called him way back when, that’s what gets hard to recall. It gets fuzzy when he goes too far into the past, and the fuzz isn’t painful so much as confusing, so- he doesn’t. So his name is Jabber.
(Jabber Wonger and Zanka Nijiku are mirrored reflections of one another, a haunting in the back of the mind.)
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14 Nov 2025
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"GREAT! Just great! As if this could GET any better!" Zanka bites out, seething. Of course he's stuck here, injured, in a damp, dirty cell, and of course he's stuck here with fucking Jabber of all people.
Jabber whistles appreciatively, "Man, you're in a mood today. Wake up on the wrong side of the bed?" and cackles at his own joke. Zanka's gonna strangle him. He's gonna rip out those bars with his bare hands and use them to beat Jabber to death.
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Zanka is taken by some people who want to study givers. Jabber is there too. This somehow makes everything both better and so much worse.
Disclaimer: do NOT feed my work into generative AI or I will fucking GET you.
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- Part 1 of your honor they make me insane (Janka)
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06 Nov 2025
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"You've never called me anything like that, Zan-Zan."
Zanka's eyes widen, taken by surprise.
"Do ya... are ya askin' me ta give ya a pet name?"
Zanka knew it of Jabber to be possessive. He didn't mind it. He found it endearing, even. That doesn't prepare him, at all, to be met with Jabber's jealousy towards Lovely Assistaff.
// While this is inspired by Hemlock, it is entirely unrelated to it.
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30 Oct 2025
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"I want you as my muse, duh," Jabber replies, breath mimicking that split between a tender whisper and an eager declaration. "You'd look real pretty in the moonlight, out on that field."
Another step. A pile of boxes stop Zanka from withdrawing further, but even still, Zanka has yet to be cornered. And even as hands slowly rest on the edges of the boxes to cage him in, he does not break eye contact.
"'S why I still like this place," Jabber's admission is so soft-spoken, almost like it should be taboo. "There's no ceiling here, y'know?"
Under the secrecy of night, Zanka's practice gets interrupted by an unexpected visitor. He at least gets a photo and a few kisses out of it.
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29 Oct 2025