(con)sensual f(r)iction
(Update, September 2022: This has been rewritten again and the new version will be posted eventually. I’m leaving this here for posterity’s sake only.) Here we are again! The boys think about each other. Start with chapter 1, if you haven’t read it yet. Emmerich woke up with his tongue glued to the roof of his…
(Update, September 2022: This has been rewritten again and the new version will be posted eventually. I’m leaving this here for posterity’s sake only.) Hi there! Thank you in advance for reading Let Me Be. This is a labor of love that started nearly two years ago as a silly one-chapter striptease, and evolved into the…
There was no love lost between them, at the start, and no words either. One tense meeting, the personas they’d made for themselves clashing and driving them apart. Two bitter, broken men with too much on their minds to notice all the things on their minds were the same. Three months, four missions, five seconds…
Once upon a time, on @Kate’s stream, chat donated for me to write short Overwatch ficlets that were read aloud by @Ross. These are the ficlets and links to clips of the readings. The quotes and clips for the original version of this document were compiled by BlueChloroplast and Anonynym. Many thanks to both of…
Anders woke with a start, head spinning and eyes crusty. For a moment he felt panic rise in his chest – quiet voices below him, Templars coming, sky on fire, have to run – before he recognized the voices and remembered where he was. Where he was, exactly, was the hayloft of an abandoned barn…
“Varric… what is this?” Anders held up a loosely-bound sheaf of papers that he’d found sitting on Varric’s desk. On the front was clearly written “The Apostate’s Prostate: Tail of the Champion.” Varric coughed and held out a hand. “It’s, uh. Nothing, Blondie. Just a little something I was toying with for my next book.”…