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Golden

And so Arthur drinks. He drinks rather a lot because every empty cup is an opportunity to study Merlin as he refills it. A chance to broadcast with his eyes: What on Earth have I done wrong now, you beautiful, infuriating pillock?!

Merlin has a habit of actually being good at his job when he's mad at Arthur.

Arthur positively hates it.

A study of Merthur.

Rated: explicit.

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Of Hips and Hearts

Stewy tilts Kendall’s chin up, holding it lightly between finger and thumb before gently sucking on his lower lip. The very same lip that seems to taunt him with its fullness until he wants to do something crazy like bite it in public.

He can accept that maybe Kendall isn’t the only one with issues here...

Is one night enough to work through a lifelong relationship? Read on and see…

An explicit rated Kenstewy fic.

Yes, I couldn’t resist contributing. Please let me know what you think!

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“So how does it work?” Mobius whispers before he can get lost in the sensation of Loki's hand in his.

“How does what work?”

“Are you like this omnipotent, floaty presence that gets to spy on me whenever you feel like it?”

“It’s not spying if you invite me in,” Loki replies, sounding mildly affronted.

“Now see… What's that supposed to mean?” he ponders. “Are you like a vampire now?”

Loki narrows his eyes. “Mobius. Please don’t spoil the moment.”

God, he’s missed those elegant vowels gently telling him off.

Loki visits Mobius in a dream (or is it?). Things get a little heated...

Spoilers for the season finale of Loki. Mature rating…

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Now a full fic on AO3!

“So how does it work?” Mobius whispers before he can get lost in the sensation of Loki's hand in his.

“How does what work?”

“Are you like this omnipotent, floaty presence that gets to spy on me whenever you feel like it?”

“It’s not spying if you invite me in,” Loki replies, sounding mildly affronted.

“Now see… What's that supposed to mean?” he ponders. “Are you like a vampire now?”

Loki narrows his eyes. “Mobius. Please don’t spoil the moment.”

God, he’s missed those elegant vowels gently telling him off.

Loki visits Mobius in a dream (or is it?). Things get a little heated...

Spoliers for the season finale of Loki

Imagine if the only way Loki can see Mobius again is when his friend is dreaming.

Imagine them lying side by side, Mobius certain it is only a dream, talking all night.

Loki just wants to know he is okay, the only friend not settled on any timeline. Or perhaps Mobius lives by the sea, renting jet skis. A peaceful life but missing someone, longing for him.

Then imagine Mobius is so convinced it’s a dream, he tells Loki he looks beautiful, makes a move, kisses him softly, then less softly…

Loki (surprised but delighted): “You dream of this often?!”

Mobius: “Define often…?”

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Imagine if the only way Loki can see Mobius again is when his friend is dreaming.

Imagine them lying side by side, Mobius certain it is only a dream, talking all night.

Loki just wants to know he is okay, the only friend not settled on any timeline. Or perhaps Mobius lives by the sea, renting jet skis. A peaceful life but missing someone, longing for him.

Then imagine Mobius is so convinced it’s a dream, he tells Loki he looks beautiful, makes a move, kisses him softly, then less softly…

Loki (surprised but delighted): “You dream of this often?!”

Mobius: “Define often…?”

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i'm too lazy to finish it but I love them so much ₊˚⊹♡

so i'll share these sketches

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what artists dont tell you is that every compliment is actually 100 compliments because they'll go back to re-read it 100 times and it'll make them feel fuzzy all over again every single time

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I thought I was over The Walking Dead (except for my angel Paul ‘Jesus’ Rovia… NEVER over that one).

Then they announce that the spin off we’re getting is Daryl in Paris with Clémence Poésy (ooh la la) AND Adam Nagaitis (the other sexy grungy man other than Norman Reedus)?!

Bisexual panic! 🥺

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PRODIGAL SON 1.01 | Pilot

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I can receive dozens of publisher rejections but at least my fan fiction readers still like me 🥺

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Any Road

"I don't remember." Kyuma admitted softly. He didn't remember Chishiya. Didn't remember meeting him at a concert five years ago. Didn’t remember kissing him.

Chishiya stepped closer. He bit his lip and innocently suggested: “Perhaps you didn’t kiss me long enough?”

Kyuma and Chishiya are thrown together. Their attraction is forbidden but something keeps drawing them back to each other...

A slow burn, real world fic. Explicit rating.

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I’m going to need some feedback please if you can. I want to know if it’s worth posting my real world fic for this rare pair, if anyone is interested.

Think lead singer Kyuma and junior doctor Chishiya having no idea what to make of each other but being fascinated and drawn together…

Impossible Things

They first meet in a Four of Spades game and the world is on fire because of course it is. It kind of fits…

The King of Clubs meets the Cheshire Cat. Or rather, Kyūma notices Chishiya and is fascinated by the beautiful, cunning, cat-faced boy.

Someone had to write what about what could happen when these two iconic characters meet.

Impossible Things , a mature, Alice in Borderland fanfic.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45081079

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You two get it!

I did write a little something called Impossible Things on AO3 because I lied… It turns out I can elaborate further.

@proseinborderland @sweetcaramelbee

Kyuma would call Chishiya ‘Little Cat’ and no I will not elaborate further.

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Impossible Things

They first meet in a Four of Spades game and the world is on fire because of course it is. It kind of fits...

The King of Clubs meets the Cheshire Cat. Or rather, Kyūma notices Chishiya and is fascinated by the beautiful, cunning, cat-faced boy.

Someone had to write what about what could happen when these two iconic characters meet.

Impossible Things , a mature, Alice in Borderland fanfic.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45081079

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Update! I wrote it 😊

Our Haunted Shores

A teen and up fic.

"The Kraken was a whirlpool of deadly energy. It was too late for Izzy to drag himself out of the vortex he’d helped create but he wasn’t going to throw the boy into his spiral. Not again."

Izzy discovers Lucius hiding on The Revenge.

Fear, respect, desire... It's much the same to him.

‘Lucius hides in the walls and spies on/haunts Izzy’ is some very good stuff indeed. But have you considered Izzy finding a hypothermic Lucius? Hiding him in his cabin? Stripping them both down and grudgingly sharing body heat in his cramped bed?

Lucius would wind his arms around Izzy, snuggle into his warmth and Izzy would tell himself it’s because Lucius is delirious. Lucius hates Izzy. Even when he slurs Izzy’s name and sighs contentedly, thanking him in a low rumble against his skin. This is not sexy. This is survival. This is necessity. He panics at the feeling of holding someone close. The overwhelming urge to protect someone other than Ed, so unfamiliar. Something in his chest aches.

Izzy focuses on the pain in his foot to stay sharp but eventually ends up holding him right back, once Lucius’s shudders subside, breath evening out against his throat and they both fall into slumber.

And then Lucius calls him ‘Pete’ in the morning the walls slam back up as Lucius shoves him away and vents his rage.

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Ice

Extract from the Harringrove fic I never had the guts to post...

Billy Hargrove was summer personified. From sun kissed skin that tasted like salt waves and lotion, to the gold threaded throughout his hair. His eyes reminded Steve of an ocean reflecting summer skies. And he ran hot, in every sense of the word. Body radiating heat and utterly gorgeous. 

Before they became this, Steve would catch himself staring and would think: You can’t honestly be that good looking. That’s ridiculous. But he was. You wanted to bask in his glow when he was in the right mood. When Billy wasn’t, he could burn right to the heart of you.

Billy had always lived for summer. Lounging by the pool, soaking up rays and admiration, a true Californian. But that was before. Before he came.

“He likes it cold,” Slurred Billy, still in the depths of sleep. He shoved Steve away until he had to let go, kicking the covers fully off in the process. Billy turned his back to him and the rejection stung but the fear was far worse.

He likes it cold.

It made something in Steve’s chest ache.