#this one im quite proud of and cannot waitttttt to finish though i still have a lot left

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Okay I gotta know about about MaeMags fuck or die 🥺💗

Idk what's wrong with me but Mae and Mags have been through such shit together already that a fuck or die scenario is just very funny to me and I want to know what you have in mind👀

Alright!!! The working title of this is "Lilac Haze" but the doc is still titled Maemags fuck or die bc I haven't decided yet if I like it

Lol it's a modern-with-magic AU so the stakes and angst are a bit lower than canon settings, but it is still very much fuck or die. Maitimo and Makalaure are trapped inside the older brother's bedroom by an ancient, cursed box. If they cross the threshold of the room, they die a violemt and painful death. No one knows they are trapped and supplies are limited. The only way out? To have sex, and confront their emerging feelings.

Here are some choice passages:

The air felt stilted, everything a hazy purple that pulsed like lecherous club lighting. Or maybe it was just Maitimo's head that throbbed with heat? He nervously bounced his knee and watched the lithesome lines of his brother’s body reveal themselves. Maitimo’s breath caught in his throat. His brother looked…. Beautiful. His mascara-coated lashes cast long shadows upon his soft cheeks, dark against his normally pale skin now glowing lilac. He seemed to shine in the light like a star or precious gem in their father’s workshop, reflecting brilliance tenfold. Even his eyes glowed, shuttered as they were, depthless in their expressions. **********

"We must, and we mustn't,” both sides of Maitimo’s brain said simultaneously. In the end, though, what choice was there? The first kiss was slow, hesitant, a fleeting brush of lips they quickly pulled away from to goggle at each other again. The second one was gentle but firmer, lingering, feeling each other’s warmth. The third soon turned into a fourth, fifth, sixth, and soon enough they lost count of how many times they joined and pulled away only to chase each other with passion. After many minutes of making out, Maitimo threw his head back to gasp for air. His neck was already starting to hurt from leaning down towards the shorter man, and his cock was at half mast, rising quickly. Makalaure could likely feel the press of it against his body, just like Maitimo could feel a similar hardness if he focused. “Want to move this to the aquatics portion?” The older brother asked. “Yes, please.” Stepping away from their embrace, Maitimo slowly dragged his underwear down his legs, keeping eye contact all the while. He tossed the garment in his hamper and did a little spin, shimmying his hips at the end. His brother laughed, even in the daunting face of his swaying erection, which had been the goal. Makalaure returned the favor, spinning to show off his nude body for his brother’s conflicted gaze. Kano was an objectively attractive person, with long limbs covered in smooth, evenly tanned skin, and pleasing features. His dark hair hung down to his waist, the wispy tips brushing against the curve of his hips; between his legs, a blood-filled cock stood at attention. Maitimo drank his image and fought against the instinctive urge to mentally censor his brother’s presentation into a more familial one. He looked openly at his cock, the spirals of hair around it, admired his toned legs, and watched avidly as Kano turned again to show off his backside. “You’re beautiful,” he repeated. It was the only thing he could say that wouldn’t ruin this, but it seemed to be enough for his brother. “Thank you, Nelyo.”