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Fadel smiled as he settled behind Style. He draped his arm over his boyfriend’s waist. A loose hold that he only wanted to tighten. Today had been strange, Style had been so stressed and not willing to share what happened. The angry outburst at Kant in the diner seemed to rattle Kant and Fadel had been planning to talk it out. But Style had requested that Fadel's fifteen minutes break be used to shut his brain off to anything that wasn't him. So that's what he did.

He was brought back to the present as Style shifted in his sleep. The mechanic's slender hand reaching Fadel's. Instead of just intertwining their hands, Style brought Fadel's hand to his throat. Fadel snorted as Style wiggled back against his chest, letting out a relief sounding sigh as Fadel didn't withdraw his hand just kept his hand firm.

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The Chaos Lives Inside ✂️

“You don’t have to do this.” Kenta looked at Way. He’d sensed the moment they set foot in parking lot the tension between all of them. Way had looked pained but determined to be here with him and Pete. He knew that Way wanted to say his piece. He’d let Babe punch and scream at him without giving his side. Which he was owed no matter what anyone else said. The friendship wasn’t completely ruined and he knew that Way had never wanted to hurt Babe the way Tony wanted him to.  Not that Babe had any idea the magnitude of danger he was in if Way ever had decided to fulfill Tony’s desires.

“Oh yes he does.” Babe snarled as Charlie gripped his arm to get him to stay at his side.  “I don’t have to do anything.” Way shot back. There might have been fear two weeks ago but now there was anger. He may have been planted in the beginning but nothing ever happened. All the times that Tony was nagging him to do more be different he just remained who he authentically was. Did he use his gift to manipulate Babe into calming down or steering him away from others? At times yes, because the real fear had been what if Tony lost faith and sent others? Tony didn’t let them mingle amongst each other.

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Come to Me // ✂️Snippet

“Yes?” Nan answered the phone after apologizing for taking the call. The two men appeared not to mind in the least. “What can I…”

“Let Pax off the hook for your damned meeting then come home when it’s done.” Mac demanded and even though he sounded alright; Nan knew the difference. His tone was shaking just ever so slightly. Mac was angry, angry enough that he didn’t want to drive. 

“I…” Nan had no issue leaving early. Their dealings were mostly settled anyways, they’d continue with their interconnected relations with the underground racing circuit. So right now it was drinks and small talk. Well at least where he was concerned. Day would be pleased that nothing went wrong. He didn’t think it would. Their dealings weren’t like the darker sides of the new minor head’s kingdom. Day didn’t want to dabble in that. So here they’d stay making easy money and living their lives well. 

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Eyes Wide Open // Fadel/Style Tags: Stalker AU, Established Relationship, Hurt/Comfort; TW: Stalking, Harrasment

Fadel smiled as he settled behind Style. He draped his arm over his boyfriend’s waist. A loose hold that he only wanted to tighten. Today had been strange, Style had been so stressed and not willing to share what happened. The angry outburst at Kant in the diner seemed to rattle Kant and Fadel had been planning to talk it out. But Style had requested that Fadel's fifteen minutes break be used to shut his brain off to anything that wasn't him. So that's what he did.

He was brought back to the present as Style shifted in his sleep. The mechanic's slender hand reaching Fadel's. Instead of just intertwining their hands, Style brought Fadel's hand to his throat. Fadel snorted as Style wiggled back against his chest, letting out a relief sounding sigh as Fadel didn't withdraw his hand just kept his hand firm.

Like A Tattoo I'll Always Love You // Male OC/Male OC Tags: Wuxia, Getting Together, Hurt/Comforrt, TW: physical abuse, torture, and child abuse.

Duan Nanyou let out a shaky breath then peered over his shoulder at Zhao Jing Li. He looked him over then looked back at the armory where his goal lay. He just needed to get to the sword and leave. But what would his life be like when he did? Their love was conditional like everything else in life or when love leaves. His jaw tightened before he swallowed hard. 

“What do you dream of shixiong? Your own Joon-shixiong?”

“Sometimes, but not while up here,” Zhao Jing Li said, breathing in the morning air deeply. He smiled, then joined Duan Nanyou on the edge. “Up here dreams are easier to carry. Like they have wings. Up here is where birds belong, and sometimes if you sit here long enough, you turn into a bird and fly away. The better question is, in that case, where do you fly to?”

He tilted his head. “How many trainees do you think have sat up here and gazed over this place? Wondering where they fit? Wondering what their future will look like? Will they be stuck in the laundry, perhaps, should they fail to graduate?” 

He pointed to the laundry rooms, then over to the next buildings. “Or perhaps be stuck cooking? Or cleaning? Perhaps they come up here to dream of their future weapon. How it will feel in their hands, in their core. It’s a good dream to have, if a worry.”

“I’ll never carry a sword that’s endowed to me, shixiong.” Duan Nanyou answered truthfully. The pain of the truth of his past seeping into his bones. The again was left unsaid, not that Zhao Jing Li knew anything real about him. He never would. He’d take the stupid sword and give it to his father then do his job to be a good second heir. 

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“I have a cutlass that my friend Phayu sent my way.” Style  beamed as he grabbed his phone and coffee from the center console. He had gone on a morning run with Fadel so this coffee was going to bring him back to life in ways the handsome man’s voice couldn’t right now. He took a quick sip. “Ah that hits the spot.”

“Your milk with a smidge of coffee?” Fadel teased making Style grin mischievously.

“Not all of us can drink coffee straight black.” Style gave back and purposely took another sip of his delicious coffee. 

“Yeah, yeah.” He didn’t need to see Fadel to know that the man had rolled his eyes fondly. “And don’t rush. I’ll bring you some dinner.”

“Dessert?” Style flirtatiously asked but then thought of a better idea. “Oh that’s right I’m the dessert especially since we will have the house to myself.”

Fadel’s laugh was sexy and he wished he wasn’t heading into work but to tease his boyfriend at his diner

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Upcoming New Works

Until We Meet Again, Darling (Phayu/Rain)

Your Body is the Gateway (Monster Phayu/Rain Fic)

(Respectfully) Appa Your Hot (NerdyMechanic/Forward Rain)

Wips

I Can Be Your Boyfriend (Akk/Ayan | The Eclipse)

The Devil’s Heart (Prapai/Sky)

Pillow Talk (Multi-Fandom)

Not Gonna Fall (Mac/Nan)

Written on Your Skin (Phayu/Rain)

Gears of Revenge (Phayu/Rain)

A Soul to Crave (Vampire Au Phayu/Rain)

Snippets of Upcoming Works / Wips (Random)

Your Body is the Gateway

“Cloud has passed the veil.” Rain croaked out to himself. The truth before him as he felt the loss like someone was trying to carve his core out. The goddess had allowed his twin to die. He needed to know and the betrayal of his heart crept up knowing he’d need Phayu.  This knowledge was pain incarnate but to figure it out he’d have to do the one thing he didn’t want. 

“Rain?!” Sky, Chay, and Ayan came running into their roommates room. 

“He’s gone Sky.” Rain managed to get out as Sky reached him first. 

“P’Pha-” Sky started.

“No. Cloud. He’s gone. I’m so cold.”

Until We Meet Again, Darling

“I am try-”Prapai gasped out, clutching his throat. Sky rushed to his side, fetching a vial out of his satchel of holding. They knew it had to be one of his soothing teas that might help his throat to open up.

“It’s okay.” Rain tried not to look so scared as he reached up to gently cup Phayu’s cheek. His pain, the tears stinging his eyes. He wanted his beautiful lover to be the last thing that he saw. “It’s not-t your fault. We will figure this out whe-ree he sent me.”

“Rain I…” Phayu tried to grab onto Rain.

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Gears of Revenge { Phayu/Rain } Snippy ✂

“Ra-”

Slap!

The whole bed shook as the slap reverberated through Phayu. His leg that he hadn't realized was now being held up by a sling shot pain through his entire body at the sudden sharp movement. His arms all wrapped up in gauze with iv lines coming out his right arm. Suddenly there was beeping sounds and a ding from somewhere behind his head/

“Don’t you ever say his name again. Laying there like the useless piece of shit we both know you are.” Cloud icily ordered. That’s when it sunk into Phayu that this wasn’t the twenty-three year old mercenary for the hire. No, Cloud looked like he was closer to forty. Which would make the body he was in forty-five. He looked past Cloud to the mirror on the wall. That’s when he saw himself in the hospital mirror. Older and with longer hair than he remembered. He winced as the memories flooded his mind’s eye of the life he’s had with Rain. It was beautiful and more than Phayu could ever want, honestly. However it didn’t last as the memory of Saifah and Pakin coming to him. Rain was gone. Stop had come back just as Rain had feared, having finally found him at their flower shop when Rain was alone.