KJ Charles Spring Exchange 2026
(Open, Unmoderated, Gift Exchange Challenge)
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Go thy ways: let my horses be well looked to, without any tricks. by foreverkneeld for sunlightsymphony
Fandoms: The Duke at Hazard, Gentlemen of Uncertain Fortune - K. J. Charles
03 Mar 2026
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Cassian, in tones of velvet and honey.
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my own hell to raise by beautifulduckweed for circ_bamboo
Fandoms: The Will Darling Adventures - K. J. Charles, Heated Rivalry (TV)
17 Mar 2026
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It's May of 1926, and Will and Kim have a job to do. It remains to be seen if renowned socialite and Russian emigré Ilya Rozanov will allow them to do it.
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with nature's own hand painted by yewgrove for lailah_tov
Fandoms: Band Sinister - K. J. Charles, Lilywhite Boys Series - K. J. Charles
14 Mar 2026
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"I've a partner."
"In crime?" Corvin asked.
Crozier's mouth twitched at the corners, a tiny crease that opened up his entire face and laid it bare for one unguarded second. "No. Or, yes, but not of the jewel-thieving sort. I was wondering if I might bring him with me. I have a present in mind for him." -
Go, Live Still by secretandarling for m_satvrn
Fandoms: The Will Darling Adventures - K. J. Charles
20 Mar 2026
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Will wasn't an idiot. He'd read books. If he hadn't already learned at Flanders that his darkest nightmares and his most wicked thoughts were nothing compared to the horrors of reality, he may have had trouble grasping the truth of his situation. But swallowing a truth was a far cry from enjoying the taste of it and Will was not enjoying life's latest offering.
Was it still 'life' if he wasn't alive?
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Old Soldiers by Nary for Kate_Marley
Fandoms: The Henchmen of Zenda - K. J. Charles, Richard Hannay Series - John Buchan
14 Mar 2026
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"For God's sake, I know he was pretty, but is anything worth this much trouble?" I complained as the donkey stopped in the middle of the road, refusing to go any further.
"This beast is nearly as cantankerous as you are right now," Rupert replied, as he tried to urge it onward. The donkey, perhaps resenting the comparison, brayed and sat down. With a heavy sigh, Rupert came around to join me in the back of the cart and wait for the beast to decide it was ready to move again. "He was very pretty," he said, taking my hand, and I could sense the worry in his voice.
I grumbled my reluctant agreement. It was not, you must understand, that I truly felt like abandoning our mission to rescue Sandy Arbuthnot from whatever predicament he had tumbled into in his wanderings. But neither Rupert nor I were quite what we had once been in our prime, and the inevitable difficulties one encounters as soldiers of fortune were wearing heavily on me. "Let's hope he's still alive," I said, gazing up at the blinding blue sky with its scattering of wispy clouds.