GalurRithari
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The time has come for Prompto Argentum to decide: Will he live the rest of his life as a quiet nobody, or join the Lucian Prince's Royal Crownsguard and make a name for himself?
Or, Prompto is a well-meaning klutz who comes to realize that training involves more than he bargained for.
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"I missed you."
She presses her lips together, suppressing a grin. Mark smiles. Her voice is quiet when she asks:
"You did?"
He wishes he could map and trace every single one of her features and paint her a picture of what she looks like to him in this moment. But he's always been shit at drawing, so he settles on brushing his thumb against her cheek reverently.
"I did."
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Mark stands outside the conference room for the full fifty minutes, bored out of his mind, his legs beginning to tingle from standing still.
A few of Mark’s fellow interns pass by, glancing at him curiously. A surge of embarrassment courses through him. He feels like a dog tied to a pole, waiting for his owner to exit the shop. Finally, a stream of executives finally exit the conference room. Ms. Eagan is the last one out.
She smirks at him. “How was it?”
Mark knows he should be polite, but he’s irritated, and his feet hurt, and he wants to challenge her, just to see what happens. “Boring.”
“Good. Maybe next time you’ll remember to check my calendar,” Ms. Eagan says.
Mark sighs. It’s incredible how she manages to make him feel like such an idiot.
Helena Eagan, an executive at Lumon, personally selects Mark Scout, a first year intern, to be her new assistant. Their professional relationship quickly twists into something passionate, kinky, and a little confusing.
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He no longer feels the pull of the tides or the silvery tingle of moonlight on his skin. For eight hours a day he doesn’t even know what the sky looks like. His clothes fit a little differently when it’s the full moon, and maybe his teeth feel a little sharper around the edges, but even that could be his imagination. So it’s pure force of habit that makes him lock himself in his basement once a month with only a bottle of scotch and his mate’s ghost for company, and Mark sits in the middle of the floor and howls.
Mark Scout takes a severed job in order to escape the pain of losing his mate. And things still aren’t good, but they’re fine. He’s fine. Until one day his innie’s pack-father is replaced by a mysterious woman, and his outie is approached by a man claiming to know him from the severed floor…
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Petey talks with his hands. Mark does that too, when he’s angry. But Petey does it all the time, channelling his restlessness in a way that’s magnetic. It’s almost like he’s weaving a spell, every time he gestures and leans closer to draw Mark into his confidence, to the point where Mark half starts to believe his basement could be full of surveillance devices after all. He’d be a hell of a storyteller around the campfire; only Petey’s unsettlingly sincere with the old basement lightbulb flickering in his eyes.
Love transcends severance. Unfortunately, Mark Scout is afraid of love.
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Out of every employee that Petey had trained, Mark was the biggest pain in his ass. He had tried just about every way to get writing to his outie, and Break Room visits were at least weekly for the first three months of his existence. Mark was like a walking headache machine and Petey wanted nothing more than to protect him from the cruel hands of their Lumon overlords.
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Petey: "I've only had Mark for a day and a half, but if anything happened to him, I would kill everyone in this room and then myself"
A pre-canon look at Mark and Petey's relationship w/ trans Mark thrown in for spice basicallySeries
- Part 1 of All I can be is sorry