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[sharkinurwater]

we know, we know (we belong)

trans!grace, grace & stratt, pre-mission

"Is there something wrong?” It comes out sharper than he means it to. He forces himself to lessen his grip on his chopsticks as he picks at his noodles. Stratt’s perched on the table, forcing him to look up at her, craning his neck while the lights shine down like a halo. 

 “Well, the sun is dying,” she says, and they both know it’s not what he asked. Grace’s noodles keep falling apart when he tries to fish them out with his chopsticks and eat.“I know that. I mean–” he has to swallow, unexpected emotions welling up, that familiar old feeling from his teenage years, his twenties, every time someone called him the wrong thing or looked at him out of the corners of their eyes with that fear, or disgust, or worse, pity. “Is there something wrong with me?” 

“There’s nothing wrong with you.” Normally he would appreciate the straightforwardness, but today everything is grating on his nerves.

“You’ve been looking at me weird all day.” He stabs at the noodles again with his chopsticks. No luck. 

“Grace, do you want surgery?”

Oh.  -- eva wants to thank grace for his work on the project. grace wants something so badly, he doesn't know if he can have it at all.

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disciple

pairing: benji dunn/ethan hunt

rating: teen

summary:

Benjamin Dunn died in London. He sacrificed himself, exploiting a vulnerability in Lane's bomb vest to buy them more time. So that Benji could jump into the river before the explosives went off. So that Benji could save the civilians at the cafe. So Benji could save Ethan.

Ethan's been living with Benji's blood on his hands for the past year, hunting down the remnants of the Syndicate, trying to finish what Benji started. Trying to outrun his guilt that he didn’t do enough to stop the inevitable.

But when a mysterious man with a prosthetic arm and an all-too-familiar face appears, Ethan’s forced to reckon with what really happened that night in London— and if it's still too late to bring Benji back.

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Benjamin Dunn died in London, and the soldier woke up in the hospital. He knows only what his handlers tell him to know: follow orders, put the cause above all else, and that the greater the suffering, the greater the peace. But old memories keep resurfacing. Glimpses of a face, a voice, a name.

Ethan.

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night after night (we say our goodbyes)

pairing: ryland grace/carl rating: teen summary:

“Well, the rest of it should be pretty simple. Just duct tape and aluminum foil.” Dr. Grace smiles, a little lopsided. His glasses have slipped farther down his nose. “Maybe some safety glasses.”

“I’m sure we can arrange that.” Carl’s a little breathless, and Dr. Grace smiles wider.

Carl wants to make him happy, he realizes. Wants to see him smile and pump his fist in the air again after some new discovery. For the project, he tells himself. Just because he’ll make progress on the project.

They glance at each other, and Dr. Grace’s cheeks flush, but he doesn’t look away. He doesn’t look away, and Carl’s heart lifts, and for fifteen minutes they’re on top of the world. They buy safety glasses and throw bags and bags of sour skittles in their cart and on the drive back to the hangar, Carl feels more hopeful than he has in a long time.

(He knows it’s worthless. He knows it’s a bad impulse, that this will just lead to even more pain, just like everyone else who’s joined and left the project at the drop of a hat. He does it anyway.)

-- carl, as a rule, doesn't let himself get attached to people in this business. that goes out the window as soon as dr. grace shows up. read it here!

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we looked like giants

pairing: scott summers/wolverine fandom: uncanny x-men (specifically #120 and #121) summary:

Scott didn’t like leaving Wolverine behind. Of course he didn’t. However much he disliked the guy, found him annoying and insufferable, he hated leaving a member of his team behind. Especially with the people that had made him that way.

His frown deepens as he remembers the fight, what Alpha Flight had called him— Weapon X, as if he wasn’t even a person. It wasn’t right. Wasn’t fair. Certainly wasn’t the X-Men way, but Wolverine had insisted they leave him. Too stubborn to let them fight his battles for him.

Scott respected it. But that didn’t mean he had to agree with it.

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scott wouldn't leave one of his x-men behind, no matter how much wolverine insists on it. they talk after wolverine returns. read it here

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knew i'd be here with you

pairing: luther/ethan rating: teen summary:

The IMF logo flashes on the screen, before being replaced by—

Ethan grins. He knew there was another layer to this.

Luther waves at the camera, before he pans around to the outside of Ethan’s hotel. Luther’s here. Ethan’s not alone. It’s more of a relief than he thought it would be. “Is to join me outside for some Christmas fun, because god knows you need it.” A pause, as if Luther’s trying to decide what he’ll say next. “At least, I think you do. And I happened to be in town.” A flash of his smile, and Ethan melts. He hadn’t realized just how much he’d missed— this. Him.

“Meet me outside when you’re ready. Merry Christmas, Ethan.” -- my gift to @galahunt for the m:i secret santa this year! happy holidays everyone!

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and you have taught me to walk on glass

rating: teen warning: graphic depictions of violence? i guess? but not really summary:

The gun goes off.

The room smells like gunpowder and smoke, the tang of blood and floor cleaner. Dr. Hirsch watches as Jason Bourne stands, arm still raised, gaze level at the man he’s just shot dead. The body slumps in the steel folding chair with the black bag over its face, the bullet hole in its chest. There’s a speck of blood on the linoleum. He’ll have to ask the cleaners to get it out. Reminders are bad for progress.

“Good,” the doctor says. “Again.”

-- written for febuwhump day 1: i like you better broken

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no matter how it ends / no matter how it starts

fandom: stop kiss by diana son summary:

You are walking down the street together, hand-in-hand, emboldened by the drinks you’d had at Henrietta’s, emboldened by the moon big and silver overhead. Your words stumble over each other, but you both know what you’re thinking, finish off the sentences. You both eat corn-on-the-cob typewriter-style. You both straddle rather than swerve.

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for a moment, you are at peace.

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carry the zero

fandom: sneakers (1992) pairing: cosmo/martin summary:

Martin recognized Cosmo immediately.

Even after twenty-something years, even after Martin had changed his name and Cosmo had supposedly died in prison, he’d recognize him anywhere. Sometimes, late at night, he would wonder if Cosmo knew Martin better than Martin even knew himself, and he’d mourn the possibility of it, the fact that Cosmo was gone–

But now he’s right here, in front of him, in this office in the middle of nowhere, the light from the aquarium casting a pale glow on his face, his hair sleeked back and his smile still a little crooked, dressed in a suit rather than their old band t-shirts but it’s him, it’s really him, and Martin’s breath catches in his throat and his vision blurs a little and he has to blink the tears out of his eyes to confirm that it’s real.

“Hello, Marty,” Cosmo says, and it cuts straight to the bone.

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martin didn't think he'd ever see cosmo again. now that he has, he's not sure what to do with himself. read it here