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There was Izuna’s prize.
He was taller and broader in person. Not dead, still smelled like it. His hair was indeed white, and so were his eyebrows and his lashes. There were some kind of red markings on his face: three bright scarlet slashes down his cheeks and his chin. Izuna touches the chin slash with a wet thumb, wondering if they would come away like paint. As his finger settles on fever-hot skin, fascinated, his prize twitches and his arms jerk before falling. The man’s eyes flutter and open and—
Red eyes.
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Or: Izuna is a pirate, and Tobirama is the exiled scientist that the sea gifted him.
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Richie and Carmy in a season 3 fix-it that feels real enough. completed before s4, canon divergent
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Bookmarked by tinkeys
18 Sep 2026
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like noticing a guy is fuckable is a federal offense, christ.
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13 Sep 2026
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It wouldn’t do to let a colleague know of his… fondness.
Ewen would love to be a tart (especially for his dear Charlie), but there's a war on and there's the small matter of legality. Luckily there's a rugged American about to discreetly scratch the itch. And discretion is important. After all, who knows how Charles would react?
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16 Aug 2026
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aberrations by troutmemo (melencolia)
Fandoms: Operation Mincemeat: A New Musical - SpitLip
12 Jun 2026
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Ewen Montagu moans his own name during sex. Of all his less admirable habits, Charlie discovers he likes this one the least.
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13 Aug 2026
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let the ultraviolet cover me up by LailaLiquorice
Fandoms: Operation Mincemeat: A New Musical - SpitLip
15 Nov 2025
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Ever since she could remember, Jean had needed to feel tethered to the ground. It was why she adored her basement office, despite Charles’ frequent sneezing as the dust aggravated his allergies. Sometimes she would take off her shoes and feel bedrock beneath her feet, the gentle claustrophobia of brick walls and ceiling above embracing her when the world felt too cruel. The whole of London could see her from her neglected desk in the typing pool; here, hidden beneath the ground, she was safe.
In a second-floor Shoreditch apartment, she was not. The tiny room was just about big enough to squeeze in a twin bed, the rest of the space taken up by a sense of intruding where she didn’t belong.
[or, when Jean finds herself out on her own, the secret is kept until it's almost too late]
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- Part 5 of descend to brightness underground
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09 Aug 2026