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All of my unfinished works for Fate of the Riven, in varying states of completion. Rated per chapter. Most of them are horny.
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What if you skipped class and went out for drinks with the one hot student in your class who literally knows everything and is super flirtatious but disappears all the time and what if like after drinks you invited them into your room to “study” but end up getting a little more than u bargained for. Would that be kinda hot or what?
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Of gifts and confessions, and of resulting intimacy.
What if they had gotten together that time in Schethea’s room?
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The Court of Cultivation swarms with jubilant bodies, alive in the wake of their Queen’s death. Wine flows easier than blood on a battlefield and Marie Belafonte finds herself with an armful of flushed and breathless Schethea.
Or: an exercise in realization, confession, and action.
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“Another round?”
“Fuck you.”
“Any time, my dear.”
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Childhood friends Soul and Maka do just about everything together. Except sleep together.
Probably.
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"You dance. You use your body as part of your performance. And if I inked you-" he blinks, too, before continuing, speaking slowly, "... I'd change that performance. It wouldn't just be yours anymore. I'd be part of it, too."
[se gift exchange fic]
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Vampire!AU. What happened in a dark alley in the middle of the night should stay in a dark alley in the middle of the night. Otherwise you ended up traipsing around with a collection of the most useless supernatural beings to ever roam the Earth while on a vengeance quest.
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These nerds. Also a figurative forest fire.
World of Warcraft-ish/anime con trash/nerd AU.
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His eyes turn to her, bright, gleaming blood, and she can't stop herself from gripping her knife a little more tightly.
"What is 'ma-ka'?" he asks warily.
"Me," she admits. "What are you?"
He smiles, though it's more of a pained grimace. It's then she notices the dark, filthy tie-down straps wrapped around his chest, attaching him to the tree. "Soul," he says. "...Usually."