Fumigantlocology Compendium

The facsimile spends the smoke room, thusfar at least, attached to sam--real sam--after he kills jack.

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Yuletide Prayer

As the others were preoccupied with Christmas activities, Murdoch excused himself. He grabbed a cup of wine, and approached the fireplace. "Brighid, light of the hearth, patron of smiths, reborn in the solstice, please let this be a joyful...

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Two Prides

"So, you're Indian too?" Cynthia asked William sighed. He had gotten together with the two fox dames at the suggestion of his husbands. He had jabbed the typical "Oh, so you think all we Natives know each other", to which they weaponised to make...

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Expanding the Horizons

William sighed. "I'm ready to talk, about that." Samuel nodded, and sat next to him. He had no pants, just a thong, but his jacket made up for the lack of lower vestiments. "It's one thing to be open" William said nervously, "But would...

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A quiet birthday

Murdoch yawned. "Happy birthday, love" Cliff said tenderly. Murdoch smiled, nuzzling into his partner. "Can this be a quiet day?" he asked, "Like, not a big party or anything." "Oh, sure babe." \*\*\* "hppy bd Murdoch!"...

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Happy Birthday Murdoch

"Surprise, bitch!" everyone shouts as Murdoch walked into the room. The poor fox still has tear crusts in his fur after waiting all day for his father, mother and Holly to wish him a happy birthday, but it seems all he gave up for them was...

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Solstice Shenanigans

"Hey babe, guess what?" Murdoch asked. Cliff turned aside their phone. They were watching Masameer Junior, trying to branch out to animation beyond anime. But that would have to wait. Murdoch sat on the touch, the two lovers' lips touching...

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Sam x Will thingie

3 years BC (before covid): Sam scrolled down his phone. His breathing was an aerial sandpaper on his throat, his eyes waterfalls, his heart a star going into supernova. He read the message over and over again, looping himself in panic: ...

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Happy Birthday Sam!

William snuck into the living room. Sam was busy playing Persona 4. Yet his tail twitched; he knew he was there. William sat down in the couch and kissed his husband in the cheek. "What have me away?" "Cigarettes." "Damn, just that?" He kissed...

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Todd and Cliff

A the smoke room fanfic "i c-could escort him to his apartment!" todd volunteered hastily. quite a few people at the poker table rose eyebrows, but clifford seemed excited at the prospect, and that's all that mattered to todd. "splendid!"

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Summer Solstice

Murdoch breathed in deeply, the air fragrant with desert flowers. The air was thick with heat, but not oppressive. The normally opressive summer light was now pleasant, as if an encore was building up. Murdoch loved Pride Month, and loved that his...

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William's Gift

A the smoke room fanfic for a change william adler was a lot of things in life. a sheriff, a detective. a pragmatist, a cynic. a native, trying to make himself useful to the colonizers.

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