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[goddamngrenades]

Smut, Gen, Angst, Fluff, Anything, Everything.
PFL era, Post war, Pre Canon, AU, whichever
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Meta York & Murder Puppies

[goddamngrenades]

"Mmph!" Right. This is a thing. He laughs against her lips, leaning in, hands sweeping up from hips to shoulders to hair, combing his fingers through all that gorgeous red. For however long, he's got this. He's got them.

And they've got him back just as hard.

Re: Meta York & Murder Puppies

[notyourrookie]

Carolina leans into the touches, pressing York down against the bed as she straddles him. She's got him back. Something that she never thought she'd have. It doesn't make everything better, but it sure as hell helps.

Wash flops down next to York, taking his time to touch him while Carolina keeps him occupied.

Meta York & Murder Puppies

[goddamngrenades]

"I think she's got a plan-" He huffs between kisses, leaning back and slipping a hand out to catch against Wash's skin. Shoulder, arm, wrist, hair- it doesn't matter as long as he's got something to ground him. A reminder that these aren't ghosts.

They've got scars, they've got wounds- but they're alive. Got hell to pay for what they've all done by hiding or trying to keep moving forward bu- they'll make it.

Re: Meta York & Murder Puppies

[notyourrookie]

Wash laughs and then leans in when York reaches out towards him, encouraging his mostly blind search. His hand ends up in Wash's hair, scuffing against his scalp, and Wash nuzzles close, needing the contact as much as York does.

"Don't I always?" Carolina asks, smiling down at them both.