Charlie couldn’t believe she was laughing that hard. And not just at anything but at something Bass had said. Her stomach was hurting and her eyes filled with tears as she tried to stop. It was hard when all he did was laugh along with her, the corner of his eyes crinkling from pure joy. The though of him being left tied up to his bed with ice cream on his junk would be forever burned in her mind.
“That’s what you get for being a douche.” She said between cackling.
He chuckled. “I didn’t deserve it that time, I swear.” After a few moments, the laughter died down. Charlie bit her lip, looking at him appreciatively and inadvertently releasing a sigh. He smiled at her, God she was beautiful. Never in a million years would he have thought he’d be sitting alone with her like this, sharing a drink and bonding like old pals. Charlie had the ability to make him feel young again, starting with the
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Greet the day | Miles, Bass, Charlie| Last watch| PG | She takes the last watch, the one that lets her see dawn creep into the camp, the gentle fingers of light soft and forgiving on their faces. Miles would frown and Bass would froth at the mouth if they knew how much of her four hours she spends watching them, but she doesn't neglect her duty, not really. She simply lets her gaze settle on them between sweeps of the camp, and wonders
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I'd probably still adore you| Miles/Bass/Charlie|hands | R|Mentions of IncestBass wakes to the tickle of long hair catching on his stubble. “Charlotte,” he murmurs, and reaches up to tangle his hand in that glorious mane, no thought in his head other than pulling her down next him, back to sleep
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Heaven is the front seat of my cadillac | car accident | Charlie, Bass | totes PGCharlie stretched her neck up and away and let Bass sink his teeth all down the side of it. Crouched above him she let her weight sink into his thighs and smiled as he pushed up at her, against her, and groaned into her neck. She stretched up again and banged her head on the sun visor which had they had knocked down earlier
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I've taken to reading these without looking at the prompt first, just to see if I can guess it before I get to the end, so I had an inkling about where it was going but you made it really cute there in the end with Miles.
Okay, it's a little over 500 words. But not by much!
Cold, Grey Flesh | Bass, Rachel, Miles | Wool Coat | PG-13 | Language
January in Philly. The snow’s only a few inches thick on the ground but there’s icicles hanging in the trees and fuck, is it cold. He rubs his gloved hands together, breath rising white and eerie in the early morning air. Bass is at least grateful for the warm, wool Militia uniforms.
He’s standing ankle deep in snow-turned-slush and the rubble of the Athenaeum. There’s something disconcerting about a centuries-old piece of stone reduced to this. Almost more disconcerting than the hollow skyscrapers on Arch St
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Aww, thanks Tday! I'm actually not sure if I believe Bass spontaneously capitalized on an accident like this or if I believe he planned Rachel's faux-death, but it's always the best form of flattery to have your fics declared canon. ;P
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[Bass' How-To Guide to Eating Ice Cream] | [Charlie, Bass] | [Ice Cream] | [T] [Sexual Innuendo] [Friendship/Flirting]
Charlie couldn’t believe she was laughing that hard. And not just at anything but at something Bass had said. Her stomach was hurting and her eyes filled with tears as she tried to stop. It was hard when all he did was laugh along with her, the corner of his eyes crinkling from pure joy. The though of him being left tied up to his bed with ice cream on his junk would be forever burned in her mind.
“That’s what you get for being a douche.” She said between cackling.
He chuckled. “I didn’t deserve it that time, I swear.” After a few moments, the laughter died down. Charlie bit her lip, looking at him appreciatively and inadvertently releasing a sigh. He smiled at her, God she was beautiful. Never in a million years would he have thought he’d be sitting alone with her like this, sharing a drink and bonding like old pals. Charlie had the ability to make him feel young again, starting with the ( ... )
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My ot3 ♥!
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I've taken to reading these without looking at the prompt first, just to see if I can guess it before I get to the end, so I had an inkling about where it was going but you made it really cute there in the end with Miles.
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Cold, Grey Flesh | Bass, Rachel, Miles | Wool Coat | PG-13 | Language
January in Philly. The snow’s only a few inches thick on the ground but there’s icicles hanging in the trees and fuck, is it cold. He rubs his gloved hands together, breath rising white and eerie in the early morning air. Bass is at least grateful for the warm, wool Militia uniforms.
He’s standing ankle deep in snow-turned-slush and the rubble of the Athenaeum. There’s something disconcerting about a centuries-old piece of stone reduced to this. Almost more disconcerting than the hollow skyscrapers on Arch St ( ... )
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MY KINGDOM FOR THIS TO HAVE BEEN EXPLAINED ON THE SHOW.
Thank you for writing it at least. I say we call this canon, lay that mystery to rest.
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