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[sukipershipper]

DAY 3: Morning

The mornings were always the hardest on the rig. Neither of them knew where they would end up, so they tried to spend as much time as they could together. "Yer nice and warm there," McLurg chuckled, holding Boyd close as the smaller man nuzzled up to his shoulder. "Aye, well, a good few layers will do that tae ye," Boyd replied, smiling as he closed his eyes. He breathed in the scent of his partner. "Very nice morning, I'd say," Boyd remarked. McLurg just scoffed with a smile, placing a gentle kiss on Boyd's head, "On the north fucking sea? Yeah right," he spoke softly, "It's hell out here""Well, with ye, it's a lil' less....hellish" "...Aye...well...ye make it a lil nicer, too, cupcake..."

[sukipershipper]

Isle in a stormy sea

“Have tae stop them runnin’” Muir spoke to himself, his voice a twisted gurgle, His flesh bubbled and blistered with every step he took, his

A what if scenario of an Infected Muir meeting another infected, one he didn't quite expect to see

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McLurg carrying Boyd like he's nothing

Hold up the Boyd like he's a feather