Ripley_the_Red
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Stepping over the freshly-slain guardian, The Doom Slayer placed his palm on the domed interface so VEGA could access the controls. Several portals opened at once around the edge of the platform. "There," said the helpful AI. "The third from the left. Earth, 2150. It's not too late."
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The little white dog darted past her, dodging her outstretched hand. "Charlie, no!" she called, but it was too late. He was out there. Out there with demons who would love nothing more than to rip apart a helpless animal. She grabbed a crowbar and shouldered her friend aside. "I'm going after him. Don't follow me." -
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Excerpt from Ch. 4:
The group's excited chattering about besieging Cazador's palace died down to a murmur when Tav guided Astarion toward Their tent with a hand on the small of his back. Most had assumed for weeks now that he and Tav had a sexual relationship of the wicked-vampire-seduces-naive-monk variety, but here was deliciously public confirmation of their suspicions.
"Stay with me tonight," Tav said under Their breath. Astarion made sure to tilt his head so it looked like Tav whispering sweet nothings to him. "I think you should keep out of any direct line of sight while there might be more hired thugs lurking about. And if we're in the same tent, I can protect you."
"I'd love to, darling."
"Do you need anything from your tent?"
"Not a thing. I've been dying to wear one of those sets of cozy pajamas you're always wandering around the camp in."
Tav smiled brilliantly. "What's mine is yours."
"Oh, I hope so."
Astarion hustled ahead and lifted the flap of Tav's tent with a gracious flourish to let the monk enter. Then he made deliberate eye contact with each of the judgmental glares aimed at him from across the campfire before stepping inside with a sassy roll of his hips. -
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Ten years. Ten years, Dom's been searching every corner of Sera. Ten years of leads turning out to be nothing, hope turning into despair, and the odds stacking up against ever finding Maria again. He could give up ... or he could show her picture to the new refugees.
Anya could wish for a lot of things: running water, hot food, clean clothes ... peace. But she'd settle for knowing what's going on in Marcus's head.
Baird pities them. All that drama, all that worrying, all that heartache, and for what? You'll never catch him pining over someone like that. ... Not again, anyway.
[Originally published on FFN 2012 - 2021.]
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- Part 1 of Half Dead
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After the Locust War, Marcus and Anya start a family. [A one-shot Christmas present for readers of the "Half Dead" series, written on FFN in 2013 before JD was even a twinkle in The Coalition's eye.]
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