May 25, 2022
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“This is a dirty place for a Pendleton,” Anton remarks when the staring gets boring.
Pendleton freezes like a startled deer, but quickly composes himself, a polite, strained smile appearing on his face. “Times are tough. I do what is necessary for our Empire,” he answers with an expected posh accent.
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The Treavor/Sokolov fic nobody asked for, served with a dash of Teatrev