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𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐵𝑜𝑜𝓀𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝑀𝑒𝓂𝑒
𝒜 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓈𝑜𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓊𝒹𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝒷𝑜𝑜𝓀𝓈

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[Check before shipping (unless you're Peter) OTA for gen]

[M/M for shipping. OTA for gen. AUs and cross canon welcome!]

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[OTA! AUs & cross canon welcome. Especially happy to move her to any historical (WW2 Resistance?) or SFF setting]

[ Fast forward Marguerite to early 20th century Paris? Would you be interested in some epistolary? If not, I can come up with something else, np. ]

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[OTA. Assumed CR A-OK. Preference not to AU her to another werewolf setting but can import her werewolf rules to anywhere.]

It was not going to be a good day for Sam Vimes.

He hated to do it, he really did. He'd put it off as long as he could. He'd fobbed off Vetinari, even - and that had taken considerable doing. But something had to be done, he was told. He'd pointed out that, yes, she'd pissed off most of the powerful people in the city all at once. But that didn't mean she'd done the wrong thing.

'Just so,' Vetinari had said, 'just so.' In that frustrating, fussy little voice he had that told you to go and get him a solution he could use.

And so he'd passed the word down. She was to be sent up to his office the moment she came in from patrol. He worked the stub of his cigar from side to side in his mouth like it was offending him, squinting down at the paperwork. Gods, he hated having to do this. She deserved better. But it had to be done.