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"Ah." Dusekkar chuckled. "Biology becomes relevant."
"Will you carry them?"
"My eggs."
Dusekkar stared up at Taph, eyes wide as they awaited his answer.
Dusekkar's throat worked visibly before he spoke. "You're asking—" He cleared his throat. "You're proposing..." -
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Why?
That question kept looping.
Why him?
Shedletsky had friends. Plenty of them. Good ones. People who were kind, generous, thoughtful in their own ways. He'd known loyalty, companionship, laughter, chaos.
So why did today feel different?
Why did something about Guest's attentiveness keep sticking under his skin?
Why did his chest keep tightening like this?
He dragged a hand slowly down his face.
This was ridiculous.
Except— he learned one thing during his long, complicated transition from being... what he used to be... to being human again.
When something kept gnawing at you like this, ignoring it didn't help.
And Shedletsky, for all his theatrics, wasn't stupid.
So he did what he always did when something bothered him.
He said it out loud.Series
- Part 20 of Forsaken gooning
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The gambler hummed under their breath as they walked. Their hands were tucked casually into their coat pockets, stride easy.
They turned the corner toward Elliot's apartment—
An arm hooked around their throat from behind. Their back slammed into a solid chest as they were yanked sideways, shoes scraping uselessly against pavement before their balance gave out entirely.
"What—"
The word strangled into nothing as they were dragged into the mouth of a narrow alley.
A forearm locked under their chin, bicep pressing against one side of their neck, the other hand clamping down hard on their shoulder to control their movement. They knew this hold.
They knew those hands.Series
- Part 19 of Forsaken gooning
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Guest's jaw tightened. A quiet hiss slipped past his teeth as Mafioso swung upward, aiming a heavy punch toward his ribs. The soldier's forearm came up on instinct, blocking the strike with a solid thud of muscle meeting muscle. The vibration traveled down both their arms.
There it was.
The parry.
By the gods— he's gonna get fucked again.
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- Part 18 of Forsaken gooning
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Chance went on, gesturing animatedly. "Security's stacked. Guards posted outside the system nodes, cameras on every corner, turrets rigged to tear through anything that sneezes wrong. They don't want anyone getting a finger near their vault..." They huffed, rubbing their temples. "From my perspective? Impossible. But from yours…"
Their eyes flicked to 007n7. "Well, you're the legend, aren't you?"
007n7's lips curled at the word, not into a smile but something closer to a grimace. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees. "Legends die, Chance. Usually because they think they still are one."
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- Part 17 of Forsaken gooning

