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[variable_affection] by avg (AnxiousEspada), flowerguts, Lillow
Fandoms: The Murderbot Diaries - Martha Wells
30 Sep 2022
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"ART loved its crew. The joy and the love and perfect clarity with what it was supposed to be, what it was supposed to do. ART couldn’t understand how someone could dislike their function - how I could. Once, I had a similar clarity of understanding with my function, then I hacked my governor module and left the company for good, and I had lost it all. It was better, now, in a lot of ways. I had my humans, and ART, and our crew. But in some ways, things were worse.
I still wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do, ever. I had made one good decision, to stay with ART, a few years ago, and I had been just making the same decision over and over again. It felt kind of like cheating."A 20-some year fic in which Murderbot comes to terms with what it means to have a home (or two), a found family (or several), and just what mutual administrative assistance can entail.
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Art turns to him, face dead set and serious, in a way she’s forgotten he can be about tennis. If she’d known— god, if she’d known this was all it would take, she would’ve fucked Patrick years ago. Well, she would’ve fucked Patrick and then told Art about it.
Or: What happens, after the final.
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- Part 5 of The Katalogue
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“Eddie?”
Fuck. Eddie’s ridiculously hard in his kitchen. Buck’s only halfway through his popsicle. He reiterates, fuck.
“Sorry, what?” Eddie’s voice sounds like gravel.
Buck frowns at him. “Are you okay?” His popsicle drips onto his hand. Eddie’s eyes on it must remind Buck of its existence because he goes, “Oh, shit,” and drags his tongue up the sticky-pink path of the stray droplet.
“Jesus fuck.”
Buck stops, tongue still poking out, eyes big and round and trained on Eddie.
Eddie groans. “You can’t just do that.”
Buck’s tongue, thankfully, horribly, goes back into his mouth. “Do what?”
“That.” Eddie gestures at Buck’s general being. “Fellate a fucking popsicle and expect me to just be normal about it.”