Apparently I’m in a very non-committal space right now, because I keep reading things and not bookmarking them.
So I went checking back to see if I’d ever recced to dwell is to die, by FeoplePeel
Quill’s Guardians are a group of reformed criminals at best; save the literal empath they’ve recently outfitted themselves with, Kraglin shouldn’t have to worry about hashing out his feelings with practical strangers.
And I haven’t (I don’t think), but I did find two other fics that I have no memory of but enjoyed reading (re-reading?) off an old bookmarks list.
Living Arrangements, by scifislasher
“Kendrix, please,” he protested. “Hacking is such a loaded word.”
Poems, Prayers, & Promises, by Cyanne
“And don’t think I didn’t notice that you managed to miss the official proclamation. Good thing I wasn’t planning on calling on the Senior Staff to say a few words seeing as the heads of two of my departments were busy eloping at the time.”
Mirrored from The Marci Rating System.