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  1. Public Bookmark 10

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    Harry could have rented a room in an inn and been up with the cock crow, could have enjoyed the comforts of a proper bed and a hearth fire— but no. No, Harry was stubborn, and foolish, and he’d placed himself into this accursed mess of his own damn free will.

    Behind him, the first lieutenant shuffles, mumbling out an unintelligible string of sleep-laced words, and presses closer. Specifically, presses his hips closer. More specifically, presses his cockstand, stiff with blood and radiating heat even through the thin layer of his nightshirt and drawers, right up against the cleft of Harry’s ass.

    Harry closes his eyes, counts to thirty, and tries not to bite clean through his tongue with frustration.

    Harry Goodsir shares a berth with his first lieutenant the night before the expedition sets sail. Surely nothing could go wrong. Written for the Sail-Out Summer Flash Fest, Week 3!

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    21 Jun 2025

  2. Public Bookmark 3

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    "Lieutenant Gore asks for permission to come aboard, sir."

    Lifting his gaze from the many envelopes spread out across his desk, ready to be sent out first thing in the morning, Owen Stanley took off his pair of pince-nez. He rubbed his eyes, a yawn stifled in his throat, before he smiled at his steward mildly; a competent fellow, albeit a little too brash at times. It stands to reason that this was why he had recently been transferred from Terror to Blazer. Captain Crozier seemed to prefer the temperament of his previous steward.

    "For God's sake, let him board, Mr. Nixon."

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    20 Jun 2025

  3. Public Bookmark 10

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    “Do try not to profane, Sergeant,” came a voice over his shoulder. Sol rolled his eyes, just a bit, before turning around to face the source of the words. Lieutenant John Irving stood stiffly just beyond him, hands clasped behind his back, eyes roving across the dark landscape ahead of them.

     

    “Aye, sir. My apologies. Just dropped my spyglass.” A beat. Irving’s dark eyes looking at Sol questioningly, waiting for him to continue. “Overboard.”

     

    “Ah. That’s a shame.”

     

    “Indeed it is, sir. Thus the profanity.”

     

    A series of conversations between Sgt. Solomon Tozer and Lt. John Irving, regarding telescopes, watercolors, and warmth.

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    29 Dec 2024

  4. Public Bookmark 7

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    The dead man does not know why he is here. The dead man does not know anything beyond a strange tugging sensation coiled spring-tight around his gut. Go there, it says, leading his eyes to look somewhere in the distance at the sprawling grey horizon in front of him. The light is pure white, it hurts to look at. He looks anyway.

    Press onward, says the voice. Come, this way.

    James is not Christ, but he has awoken from darkness all the same.

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    28 Dec 2024

  5. Public Bookmark 1

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    It did not help that Graham was such an exquisite vision in his wedding gown. Surely Harry did not deserve a bride so radiant. Harry understood little about the vicissitudes of fashion, nor was his intended in the least faddish, but his dress was of the utmost in quality and taste. It was that soft cream color so en vogue these days, with a gracefully long corseted bodice of floral jacquard that cinched Graham’s waist just so—that is, gently, for his form needed little correction. Broad of chest and strong of thigh, buttocks firm and—dare he say it?—voluptuous, but with waist delicately nipped, Graham was already a paragon of manly form. The subtle inward sweep of the corset only emphasized this.

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    19 Dec 2024