It is an unspoken rule amongst medical staff that this bed belongs to one patient only, that said patient’s care will not be handed off to a supervising nurse, but rather dealt with personally by the CMO. Said CMO stares at the pristine bed and recalls every version of idiot that’s lain in it; all the blood that’s been stained on the sheets during hemorrhaging, the pain induced bile that has slicked the floor, the sweat soaked into the now sterilised pillow. There are worn marks under his feet from how often he’s stood in this very spot. It’s a new ship. They aren’t even done their first five year mission. Leonard’s hands tighten over the railing until his knuckles are white enough to match the sheets. “But god dammit, McCoy,” he mutters under his breath, eyes hazed over with visions of the past and undoubtedly his near future. “You don’t do anything the easy way, you bastard.”

It is an unspoken rule amongst medical staff that this bed belongs to one patient only, that said patient’s care will not be handed off to a supervising nurse, but rather dealt with personally by the CMO. Said CMO stares at the pristine bed and recalls every version of idiot that’s lain in it; all the blood that’s been stained on the sheets during hemorrhaging, the pain induced bile that has slicked the floor, the sweat soaked into the now sterilised pillow. There are worn marks under his feet from how often he’s stood in this very spot. It’s a new ship. They aren’t even done their first five year mission. Leonard’s hands tighten over the railing until his knuckles are white enough to match the sheets. “But god dammit, McCoy,” he mutters under his breath, eyes hazed over with visions of the past and undoubtedly his near future. “You don’t do anything the easy way, you bastard.”

It is an unspoken rule amongst medical staff that this bed belongs to one patient only, that said patient’s care will not be handed off to a supervising nurse, but rather dealt with personally by the CMO. Said CMO stares at the pristine bed and recalls every version of idiot that’s lain in it; all the blood that’s been stained on the sheets during hemorrhaging, the pain induced bile that has slicked the floor, the sweat soaked into the now sterilised pillow. There are worn marks under his feet from how often he’s stood in this very spot. It’s a new ship. They aren’t even done their first five year mission. Leonard’s hands tighten over the railing until his knuckles are white enough to match the sheets. “But god dammit, McCoy,” he mutters under his breath, eyes hazed over with visions of the past and undoubtedly his near future. “You don’t do anything the easy way, you bastard.”

It is an unspoken rule amongst medical staff that this bed belongs to one patient only, that said patient’s care will not be handed off to a supervising nurse, but rather dealt with personally by the CMO. Said CMO stares at the pristine bed and recalls every version of idiot that’s lain in it; all the blood that’s been stained on the sheets during hemorrhaging, the pain induced bile that has slicked the floor, the sweat soaked into the now sterilised pillow. There are worn marks under his feet from how often he’s stood in this very spot. It’s a new ship. They aren’t even done their first five year mission. Leonard’s hands tighten over the railing until his knuckles are white enough to match the sheets. “But god dammit, McCoy,” he mutters under his breath, eyes hazed over with visions of the past and undoubtedly his near future. “You don’t do anything the easy way, you bastard.”

It is an unspoken rule amongst medical staff that this bed belongs to one patient only, that said patient’s care will not be handed off to a supervising nurse, but rather dealt with personally by the CMO. Said CMO stares at the pristine bed and recalls every version of idiot that’s lain in it; all the blood that’s been stained on the sheets during hemorrhaging, the pain induced bile that has slicked the floor, the sweat soaked into the now sterilised pillow. There are worn marks under his feet from how often he’s stood in this very spot. It’s a new ship. They aren’t even done their first five year mission. Leonard’s hands tighten over the railing until his knuckles are white enough to match the sheets. “But god dammit, McCoy,” he mutters under his breath, eyes hazed over with visions of the past and undoubtedly his near future. “You don’t do anything the easy way, you bastard.”

It is an unspoken rule amongst medical staff that this bed belongs to one patient only, that said patient’s care will not be handed off to a supervising nurse, but rather dealt with personally by the CMO. Said CMO stares at the pristine bed and recalls every version of idiot that’s lain in it; all the blood that’s been stained on the sheets during hemorrhaging, the pain induced bile that has slicked the floor, the sweat soaked into the now sterilised pillow. There are worn marks under his feet from how often he’s stood in this very spot. It’s a new ship. They aren’t even done their first five year mission. Leonard’s hands tighten over the railing until his knuckles are white enough to match the sheets. “But god dammit, McCoy,” he mutters under his breath, eyes hazed over with visions of the past and undoubtedly his near future. “You don’t do anything the easy way, you bastard.”

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• Lesbian Vampires PWP
• The Glow of Morning Pt. 5
• Misadventures in Romania
• An American in Provence

“Je suis armé,” says the voice from the barn door. He steps inside, and Marc listens to the uneven hitch of his steps as he comes closer. “Qui ètes-vous?” When Marc doesn’t respond, the man speaks again. His English is accented but clear. “I am armed,” he says, stopping just shy of the stall door.  Marc still doesn’t lift his head. He breathes shallowly around the stab of his broken rib, willing the man to turn around and go away. It’s a useless hope. “Parlez-vous français?” The man asks, and Marc hears the shift of clothing as the man moves. “Sprechen sie Deutsch?” Marc remains still and silent. “English, then? Anglais or Américain?” He waits a beat, and when Marc doesn’t answer that either, he sighs. “I know you are awake and alive,” he says. “Marie-Ève came out to milk Marguerite, and when she found you, she came to get me. Her brother, Jacob, thought you might be un pilot—there was a plane that went down? Mais, je pense in those clothes? Non.”

Niall gets more than he bargained for when supporting a friend at a posh Speed Dating event. How could he say no to his one true love: free food?

He may have been wooed into coming for the decadent feast, but Niall finds himself swept off his feet by four charming lads that have increasingly intricate romance histories… and possibly futures, if he can get it all sorted before dessert arrives. 

Niall gets more than he bargained for when supporting a friend at a posh Speed Dating event. How could he say no to his one true love: free food?

He may have been wooed into coming for the decadent feast, but Niall finds himself swept off his feet by four charming lads that have increasingly intricate romance histories… and possibly futures, if he can get it all sorted before dessert arrives. 

Niall gets more than he bargained for when supporting a friend at a posh Speed Dating event. How could he say no to his one true love: free food?

He may have been wooed into coming for the decadent feast, but Niall finds himself swept off his feet by four charming lads that have increasingly intricate romance histories… and possibly futures, if he can get it all sorted before dessert arrives.