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isabellehemlock · 3 years

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In honor of Ace Week (October 24th - October 30th), I wanted to compile a list of aspec fics for the TOG fandom. For anyone unfamiliar, aspec includes ace, aro, demi, grey/gray, combinations of those, and more - it’s definitely a spectrum :)

At the time of this writing, there are almost 9k TOG fics (whoa!), and I used the following tags to try to find a variety (please feel free to click on the links to see the results for yourself):

Asexuality spectrum (53)

Asexuality (27)

Asexual character (23)

Asexual relationship (6)

Demisexuality (27)

I did not see any results for “aro”, “ace/aro”, and/or “grey” or “gray” - and some of the results have overlap - of course some stories within the fandom might feature aspec themes but weren’t labeled in a way that the search engine caught, and I missed it.

But here are twelve I picked (some I have read, some I haven’t gotten to yet) - and one I wrote myself - though hopefully no one thinks I was trying to be self promoting. Also, I did write by the title if the character was listed in a specific way like “feat. demiNicky” - however not all stories might have that as the major theme, but include that character. And unfortunately I did not see any with Andy on that spectrum, but did include ones featuring Joe, Nicky, Nile and Booker.

As with previous fic recs I’ve done, please do not use this list as an excuse to bully/hound the author - instead here are links in case you’d like to avoid a tag, a pairing, and/or block an author. My hope was to create a well rounded list that included all characters, as well as all ratings, but understand that might not be for everyone. Curate/tailor to your individual reading preferences.

Please feel free to reblog and add your own recs, and I went by the author’s profile of their tumblr handles (if listed), if that has been changed, or the wrong thing got linked, don’t hesitate to comment and I’ll rectify that as quickly as I can. Lastly, this post has been copy/pasted into a Google doc for easy reference in the future :)

Happy reading 💜

Saving space by KestralWatcher feat. AceNile

On not repeating the mistakes of the past.

They never ask her to replace Booker, even without words. For Nile to fulfill his original role in this team (this family). (However much they are delighted to learn of her proficiency with modern technology. She is more at ease with handling the various communications with Copley, especially once she learns that Andy still prefers a flip phone and that Nicky has never even heard of the Gutenberg Project. Andy is a lost cause, but she orders Nicky a Kindle.)

Rated G - Oneshot - Complete (2.3k)

Lion’s Heart by @romeoandjulietyouwish feat. AceJoe and AceNicky

There didn’t use to be a word for who they are, Nile tells them that there is.

An asexual Nicky/Joe fic

Rated G - Oneshot - Complete (1.2k)

Nine Hundred Years Of Poetry by flawedamythyst feat. demiNicky

“They’re not together. Not like that.”

There was a quiet pause, then Nile snorted. “Bullshit,” she said. “Come on, you’re having me on, right?”

“I’m afraid not,” said Booker, stopping in front of the wine racks and turning to look at her. “They are just very close friends.”

Nicky and Joe never actually managed to get together and so have spent 900 years pining over each other and coming up with angsty poetry. Booker is 100% done.

Rated G - Oneshot - Complete (6.3k)

Cracks and Coping Mechanism by EbbaTriesToWrite feat. AsexualBooker

People didn’t really talk about sex in the time Booker grew up in. Well, there had been the occasional overheard conversation at bars or the soldiers talking about what they missed about being back in France - be it their wives, mistresses or the brothels. But it made sense that Booker found himself uncomfortable listening to it, his fidgeting fingers or the tapping of his foot was simply due to the fact that he wasn’t meant to hear these things in the first place.

Rated Teen - Oneshot - Complete (4k)

The House in Sicily by @shadowen feat. demiJoe & aro/ace Nile

If Nile had to picture what she thought Joe and Nicky’s dream home would look like, the house in Sicily would be it, and then some.

Rated Teen - Multichapter - Complete (28k)

Lemon Trees & Flowers by kirasometimes feat. demiNicky

Yusuf is kissing him now and it takes Nicolo far too long to realize that he has not allowed himself to kiss Yusuf back.

Rated Teen - Oneshot - Complete (2.4k)

Brimful by @boutiquetraveltravelboutique feat. demiJoe

When Yusuf was thirty-three years old, he died for his convictions and he died for his god and he died for himself, too, pierced through by a helmeted soldier who took Yusuf’s own blade into himself, in turn. They collapsed together in perfect synchronicity. The Frankish man’s eyes were very wide and very green, and Yusuf thought that he hated them.

When Yusuf was thirty-three years old, he gasped back to life on the ruined stretch of battlefield where he’d perished. He died and rose, again and again, until he determined that he must be a ghost, or perhaps simply an extension of his blade, guided by forces beyond his understanding and control. The soldier was a phantom too, pale and screaming, returning to flay Yusuf with sharp metal and foreign derogations.

When Yusuf was thirty-three years old, as he would remain outwardly for a millennium and beyond, he found the person who offered him all and more.

Rated M - Oneshot - Complete (1.2k) you can read my rambling comments on the bottom of the fic for a review lol

Somewhere Only We Know by Ghrelt feat. AceNile

Keane wakes up after the battle at Merrick Labs. He wakes up. Nobody's more surprised by that than he is, and none of the Immortals are happy the guy who just captured and imprisoned them is now one of their own. Whether he turns out to be an ally or an enemy is yet to be decided.

Rated M - MultiChapter - Complete (72k)

The Purpose of Art by me feat. demiNicky

A fluffy rom com multif fic disguised as a restorative art justice piece, featuring the prestigious Bythewood University, the corrupt Merrick Museum of Art, and the black market Copley Foundation Auction House.

Rated M - MultiChapter - Complete (111k+)

(let go of) the same dream by @bewires feat. demiNicky & demiJoe

In which both Joe and Nicky struggle to fit into a world where your cycle determines so much about your romantic prospects when neither of them have typical cycles or even know if they want that kind of romantic relationship. In which Joe co-runs a center where people with atypical heat and rut cycles can come and receive the help they need. In which Nicky really wishes he hadn't written a series of very stupid letters to the editor of the local paper back when he was pretending he didn't need the kind of help Joe was offering.

Rated E - MultiChapter - Complete (13k+) you can read my review for this one here

Frost and Fjords by @ao3-arkada feat. demiNicky

The Norse countries are lands of mountains and rivers, riches and danger, home to battle-hardened Vikings, intimidating volvas, stone-fisted jarls, and many more.

The Norse lands also draw Yusuf, a merchant from Tunis seeking to trade for their wealth. He travels north every year, with the goal of bringing home the greatest profit he can find.

Then his life is saved by a handsome stranger named Nicolò, who soon proves himself a kind and good friend.

And Yusuf has another goal each time he travels to the Norse lands: not falling in love with him.

Rate E - MultiChapter - Complete (51k+) you can read my review for this one here

Djinn’s eyes by @lisea18 feat. demiNicky

They die by each other’s swords. Many times. Until Yusuf offers his hand. Yusuf wants to go back home, to his loved ones. Nicolò follows. How do Yusuf and Nicolò start traveling together and communicating? How do they learn about each other, their personality, their past? How do they become friends before feelings that shouldn’t be born between ex enemies start to bloom? How do they deal with immortality and what it entails? Slowly, with pining, tears and laughter.

Rated E - MultiChapter - Not Complete (18k+ so far)

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immortals-malec · 3 years

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I need to reread the other side of this wide night and we could be an ancient tale, they’re so good.

#tog fics

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prevalent-masters · 3 years

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Am I still writing bathing/washing fics? Yes. Is this one of them? Yes. Is it porn? Kind of. Is there hella aftercare? Absolutely.

Read it if you’d like to!

Nicky looks unbelievable, he looks unspeakable, depraved and angelic all at once. For the millionth time, Joe wonders at the fact that he is his, forever. That he has had this for nine hundred years and will have it for nine hundred more and beyond.

Or, another night in Malta.

Read it on AO3!

#tog fics #my fics #kaysanova #joe/nicky #the old guard #tog #yeehaw

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tog-calendar · 3 years

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2021 ToG Calendar Fic List

For convenience, we’ve compiled all the calendar fics into one post.

The link to the collection can be found here.

January: Fireworks Are Always Better With You by Magpie || khunfounded

February: A Snowy Battleground (But I'm Not Cold) by Flower || Prettyflower34

March: Mission BBQ Rights by Dango || Infinitaetas

April: Puddle Reflections by Xan || greenho4

May: May Flowers by Killian || charientjsm

June: I've Heard the Loveliest Flowers Bloom in June by Ashe || RadiantAshe

July: Between Two Beaches by Scribblemyname || scribblemyname

August: camping: instructions not included by Mac || macrauchenia

September: Golden by Soh || Soh

October: sandwiches, summonings and supernatural beings by Rina || bluebellsandhoney (helaravenclaw)

November: the 30 days of november by Jurice || Jurice

December: Wolhaiksong Game Day by Xan || greenho4

#tower of god #tog #tog fics #tog calendar 2021 #edit: completely updated now :D

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andromaquynh-ficrecs · 4 years

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any good ensemble-cast backstory fic with solid andromaquynh and maybe a side of angst but with a happy ending? i know this is super specific but just curious to see what y'all can come up with

Do you mean backstory as pre canon? Sorry anon i’m new at this and i’m still learning. If you meant it like that i haven’t seen a lot of those. And also is hard to find solid andromaquynh fics with esemble-cast because we are still a small fandom, the esemble-cast tog fics usually focus on kaysanova.

But here are some fics with andromaquynh and esamble-cast that i love:

Extremely Uneventful Subject by @daniwouldnever (ao3 moonflowery): it’s not finished yet, but it’s lovely. Have lot of family moments and andromaquynh are the centric couple.

Family by ao3 Gherlt: lots of angst and dealing with trauma. Good balance on giving storyline to all the characters. Rescueing Quynh, forgiveness and happy ending.

When the heart needs, the soul calls for home by ao3 nicolorenaldigenovia: it’s not finished yet. Lykon centric, with andromaquynh and kaysanova. So good on childhood friendship and the found family tropes feelings. Lot of angst and fluff.

In exile, seeing you out by @chase-the-windandtouch-the-sky (ao3 ChaseTheWindTouchtheSky): all the characters have value in the story. Very well writen to my taste, deep and angst all over the chapters. Andromaquynh is not the centric, but they have a small part (reunion, angst, kinda a happy ending)

I Am Now A We by ao3 TheGrandR: au fic, it’s not finished yet. It’s in the sense8 universe. Good balance between all the characters. Andromaquynh.

Freedom Love Joy Peace by ao3 WhateverAtAll: Nile centric. Every chapter it’s about her relathionship with one of the other characters. Angst and fluff with happy ending, and there’s Andromaquyn’s scenes (in Quynh’s and Andy’s chapters).

These are the ones that comes to my mind by the moment.

I hope this was what you were looking for and it helps, if not let me know ;)

#andromaquynh ficrec #andy x quynh #andromaquynh #esemble-cast #tog fics #the old guard #answer #ficrec list #immortal wives #mod pau

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ships-and-saints · 7 years

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Elorcan fic recs etc.!

if y’all don’t already know, i’m utter trash for elorcan!! i’ve decided to make a list fic recs (both complete and incomplete works), both for my own personal reference and for other elorcan trashies like myself :) i’ll probably update this as I remember fics I’ve read/find more! without further ado~

Complete Works:

It’d Been Three Weeks by @propshophannah (links to AO3) - if you love elorcan you’ve likely already come across this amazing fic, which has got everything - elorcan angst, elorcan development, excellent writing, excellent depictions of ToG characters (Asterin!!), healing, and smut! highly recommended :)

Words of Werewolves by @easkyrah (links to fanfiction.net) - an excellent werewolf AU fic, darker than most fics out there so it might not be everyone’s cup of tea! Ea’s a super talented writer and great with mental imagery!

I’m Tired by @propshophannah (links to tumblr) - ahhhh a great, angsty short fic that breaks your heart and puts it back together! Elide is friends with Nox and there is lots of angst :)

Never Again by @salvaterre (links to tumblr) - a lovely, short elorcan fic with some angst and fluff :)

Yulemas by @salvaterre (links to tumblr) - Elorcan and Yulemas celebrations! :)

Elorcan Misunderstanding by @modernbookfae (links to tumblr) - a short elorcan fic from a tumblr prompt! elorcan fluff

Elorcan Attention by @works-of-shyvioletcat (links to tumblr) - such a cute short fic with great depictions of Elide and Lorcan :) also i’m a sucker for fics with Elide borrowing Aelin’s nightgowns ;)

Works in Progress:

Renaissance Woman by accidental_optimism (links to AO3) - this is a modern AU fic that I absolutely adore~ great writing, awesome author, and some elorcan development. also Elide is a badass :)

The Woes of Having Neighbors by @scribomaniac (links to AO3) - this is mainly a Rowaelin-centric fic, but it has some GREAT elorcan moments that I just had to include it!! it’s a modern AU and expect some elorcan meet-cute and fluff :3

Possessive Billionaire by @easkyrah (links to tumblr) - an awesome modern AU fic with elorcan, the cadre, and Uncle Vernon!! links to part 1~

Maybe Tomorrow by @324abby (links to tumblr) - this fic just started, and it’s an Elorcan-centered high school AU..! I’m excited to see where the story goes!! links to part 1~

Elorcan Headcanons:

Cuddling/Injured by @modernbookfae (links to tumblr) - all hail the Headcanon Queen!!

Domestic Life by @modernbookfae (links to tumblr)

Elorcan/Cadre Interactions by @ships-and-saints (aka ME/links to tumblr)

Self-promo:

Pale Skin and Onyx Eyes by @ships-and-saints (aka ME/links to AO3) - if you want to read 44k+ words of me obsessing with elorcan and trying to cope with EoS heartbreak, then you might like this...! haha

#elorcan #elorcan fic rec #i am elorcan trash #tog fics #tog #eos #sjm #elide x lorcan #elide lochan #lorcan salvaterre

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ilikebigbooks-and-icannotlie · 7 years

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Fast Firsts and Sloppy Seconds Part 2

This is long overdue!! For @miladyaelin, who stayed up really fuckin’ late with me and really helped drag my ass through this chapter and is a literal angel - thank you!! For @highlady-casandra who was my reason for posting part one, and who I just love so so much! <3 For everyone who wanted it, and waited for it, thank you so much - @rowanismybae, @fictionalcharactersaremyreality, @feysandrowlien21, @throneofstars, @snaps7, @heirofthebookstore, @fortunatelycleverpaper, @sarahjmassbooks and so many more, thank you thank you thank you!!!!! Part 3 will for sure be out by next Tuesday <3 So so sorry this took me so long, hope the wait was worth it!!! Without further ado, happy reading!

Warning: it gets kinda smutty… ;)

Part 1 Part 3

“Oh come on, you can’t be that bad!”

Manon barked out a laugh at the thought as she tossed back another shot of whiskey. “The only thing I can’t be is that drunk. No matter how much whiskey you keep handing me, you’re not gonna convince me to dance.”

It had been ten minutes of this. Ten minutes of her glowing golden eyes and flirtatious laugh and her gorgeous, bare legs pressed against his, with her hand trailing patterns on his arm and his desperate growing need to hold her against him and watch her lose herself in his arms.

His blue eyes shined as he watched her, and tossed back his own shot of whiskey. The alcohol burned his throat, cutting through the fog she’d created in his mind.

She leaned into him then. His heart stopped as her hand landed on his leg, and then slowly crept up his inner thigh, closer and closer to the growing bulge in his pants. Her breath was hot as she pressed into him, her lips nearing his ear, and her long white braid gently tickling his arm. “I don’t think you could handle me, princeling,” she purred, her fingers barely grazing him – just enough to cause a choking gasp to burst out of his lungs. His hands clenched around the arms of the chair, digging his nails into his palms as his fingers wrapped tighter around the wood, and his knuckles turned the color of her hair.

Fucking hell.

Fucking. Hell.

He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t survive it.

Manon suddenly pulled away coolly, a small smirk on her lips as she crossed her legs and leaned back in Aelin’s chair that she had pulled up next to him. According to the carefully built mask she was wearing, she was entirely unaffected. Even after 4 shots of whiskey, she was still very much on her game.

The same, however, could not be said for the boy. She was very much aware of the fact that he was well on his way into her bed, and couldn’t help but smile to herself at the thought. At the possibility of actually claiming the impressive bulge under his pants. And as if he could see that in her eyes, in the curve of her lips, in every beat of her heart, he shot up, stammering once again.

“I – uh – I have to – um – I have to go find Aelin.” He swallowed hard and dashed straight to the bar.

He spotted her right away, and immediately knew she would be pissed. He’d seen that look before. Her laugh rang over the sounds of the lively reel the band was playing. It was low and husky as she leaned over the bar, running a finger down the huge bicep of the bartender who looked like he was about ready to shit himself. Dude’s jaw looked like it was on the verge of snapping in half with how tightly it was clenched. His dark green eyes looked like they were trying to look anywhere but the blonde beauty. Dorian felt for the guy. He looked like the picture of aggression with his short white hair and tattoos streaming from his face down his neck and arm – on top of that, he had to be 200 pounds of solid muscle, and Dorian would bet he could bench at least that much, too. His thunderous green eyes were torn between falling directly into Aelin’s trap, and glaring at everyone other man in the bar who was falling with him. Damn, Aelin sure knew how to pick ‘em.

Then again, she had picked Dorian, as well. Even though they hadn’t lasted long.

Dorian and Aelin hooked up at a party the spring of their Freshman year of college. He’d spent the entire fall semester relentlessly hitting on her, but it wasn’t until he’d finally gave up that she gave in. The night of that party, she spent the entire night dancing in his arms and laughing just the way she was now. At the end of the night, he followed her to her dorm, and they made out for a while, before realizing that they were probably better off as friends.

It wasn’t too long after that when she and Chaol finally realized their feelings for each other. Dorian had known all along, but he wasn’t exactly going to say anything when he still wanted a shot. Of course, the couple had nothing in common, but that was okay. They had ended up loving each other anyways.

Until it was too much.

Until Nehemia.

Until Sam.

Dorian shook his head, stepping away from memories that were less than pleasant. Right now, he needed to talk to his best friend. And get more alcohol. Not necessarily in that order. He stepped up next to her at the bar and placed his hand on her back, immediately feeling her spine stiffen under his touch. Her gaze immediately snapped to him, cutting off the sounds of her laughter. “Dorian,” she bit out, glaring at him, “Can I help you?”

The bartender seemed to visibly relax the second those piercing blue-gold eyes moved away from him, though he didn’t seem to be able to take his eyes off of her. Dorian offered him a small smile, shaking his head at the reluctant need he saw there. He’d been there.

Hell, he was there right now – with that waitress, and her red lips that he would have done anything to taste – he tightly closed his eyes, desperate to remove the image. Aelin narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms in front of her already prevalent chest. “Well?” She raised an eyebrow in expectation, pretending not to notice the fact that Rowan’s eyes had not left her.

Well, if she’s already annoyed … “Can I get a shot of tequila?” Dorian finally opened his eyes, stealing the bartender’s gaze. Rowan nodded and quickly walked away, his fists clenched as he desperately tried to pull himself together.

Meanwhile, if looks could kill, Dorian knew he would be dead. “Spit it out, Havilliard,” she snapped. Her whisper was harsh as she continued. “Not only do you drag your ass over here and distract me from the hot bartender, you also intentionally get rid of him while at the very least he was still staring at me. What’s your issue?”

Dorian cleared his throat and grabbed her Guiness, chugging a quarter of it down before he could finally speak. “I need you to dance with me,” he ground out, staring at the wooden floor. He didn’t need to look at her to know she was probably caught somewhere between laughing at his insanity and strangling him with her bare hands. He forced himself to continue. “The witch is all but dragging me in with her charms, and I’m crashing dick first. And you’ve basically got the barkeep by the balls. Dance with me. Give me at least some semblance of an upper hand. Plus, if you think the guy who’s just about ready to rip off the heads of everyone else staring at you in that tiny tank top isn’t going to be crazy with jealousy, you’re dead wrong.”

Aelin had calmed down at all of this, a small smile growing on her lips. At the thought of Rowan seething with jealousy. Of course this was when he came back with the Tequila, poor guy. Faced with the delicate beauty of one of Aelin’s genuine smiles, Dorian could swear he watched the air leave the bigger man’s lungs.

Dorian tossed back the shot, wincing as it once again burned down his throat. He placed the glass back down next to Aelin’s beer and ran a hand through his messy dark hair as she continued to watch him, also paying close attention to Rowan out of the corner of her eye. His eyes were glued to every single curve of her body, completely in tune to every breath, every movement she made. He didn’t dare look away. Perfect. She couldn’t help but notice the tension in his shoulders from the minute Dorian arrived, and the aggravated glares he kept tossing at the other men in the pub. Dorian was right. Watching her dance would drive him insane. Maybe enough to dance with her.

Her eyes flashed as they met Dorian’s again, the smile on her lips stretching further. “What’re we waiting for,” she purred, stretching out a hand for him to take. She stood up and took a few steps towards him, before turning back. “I’ll be back in a bit,” she tossed over her shoulder at Rowan, not even sparing him a second glance before placing her hand in Dorian’s, her hips swaying as she walked straight to the crowded dance floor.

Every single part of Rowan’s body stood at attention as he tried to pretend he wasn’t watching Aelin dance with the boy who he kept reminding himself wasn’t her boyfriend. Although you could never tell from the way they were dancing. His hands never left her body as she moved against him, a tantalizing smile on her lips. Her eyes were closed as she moved to the music. No – he corrected himself – the music moved through her. She was the music. Every beat, every lull, every note moved through her body – it was her master, and she couldn’t help but follow along.

And for him, she was a drug, and Rowan constantly needed a fix. His eyes narrowed as he watched the boy’s hands slide lower and lower down her back, pulling her closer against him. Every other man in the room wished his hands were there instead.

Across the room, it was clear his sister was just as upset. Manon was glaring daggers at the back of the girl’s head, distractedly making her way around the pub as she only half paid attention to people’s orders.

He shook his head, trying to get the seductress out of his mind, but it was to no avail. He glared at the glass in his hands, tightening his grip as he dried it more aggressively. On one hand, he was eternally aggravated at the lack of a dishwasher in the small, often busy pub. But on the other, at least it was therapeutic.

His eyes slowly slid back up to the dancefloor of their own accord – but he forced them over to his sister instead. Manon angrily shoved a piece of her long white hair behind her ear that had slipped out of her braid. It was strange for him, seeing her again after all of those years. After their mother had … After their mother, she had left to stay with their grandmother. The Matron of their family.

When their aunt Maeve tried for a hostile takeover of their family pub – her sister’s pub – their mom’s pub – Manon was nowhere to be found. Rowan fought on his own, giving his all to make sure the pub would stay in his name, the way she would have wanted it. One by one, his cousins joined him. And now, they ran it on their own – A cadre of 20-something-year-olds trying their best to keep the pub afloat. They made it work though, more or less. And then a few weeks ago, Manon had arrived.

They’d more or less ignored each other since she’d showed up. He gave her the job, she came in every day and did it, and that was that.

It’s not that he blamed her for leaving him when he needed her. But he didn’t exactly forgive her for it, either. So they just sort of existed. Moving around each other. She’d had her own demons, that much was clear. Their grandmother had never been … kind, to say the least. And Rowan wasn’t blind. He’d seen the stiff movements when she’d first arrived, the bruises she’d tried her best to cover up. But she wasn’t going to tell him about them. And he wasn’t in a place where he was going to ask.

She met his eyes then, raising a single eyebrow, an entirely fed up look on her face. When his expression didn’t change, she merely rolled her eyes and walked away, her gaze returning to the dark-haired man-child, who was boyhandling the woman he wanted more than he’d let himself want anyone in years.

If he was being fair, he’d admit that they were honestly quite suited to each other. The pair moved as one, perfectly following each other’s lead in a silent communication. But he wasn’t exactly feeling fair just then. He wanted her. And it terrified him. Her smile, her body, her laugh. Her bark – which he hoped meant she had just as good of a bite. The way she lit up a room, the way she moved, the way he couldn’t look away – like she was a magnet and he was drawn to her, constantly being pulled closer.

She was a wildfire, burning everything she touched, setting him on fire in the best way. He only hoped he could get her wet enough to soothe it.

Before he knew what he was doing, he popped open a bottle of Jamie, took a swig, and made his way to the dancing pair. His dark green eyes locked with her blue-gold ones over the boy’s shoulder. Her eyes darkened as they trailed over his form, finally taking in his long legs and full 6’4” build as he walked over, a determined look on his face. She didn’t even bother saying anything as she stepped out of Dorian’s grip and reached for the man walking up behind him.

No words were said as she leaned into him, and began to dance. The only contact he dared make, however, was her hand in his. She twirled around and around, moving like she was built for it, like there was nowhere else she was supposed to be – nowhere else she wanted to be. Her head was tossed back and it almost looked like her feet moved of their own accord. Rowan could merely awkwardly sway beside her, mesmerized. He was a terrible dancer anyways, though, always had been. She met his eyes, pulling him further into her spell. And then she smiled – god, that smile.

He had no chance. None.

As his several seconds of courage began to wear off, and his mind raced, he knew he had to go. “I’m sorry,” he grumbled, embarrassed as he dipped his head closer to her ear so she could hear him. “I’m not a dancer, I’m not some pretty American boy, I just,” he turned his head, meeting her eyes again, “I just knew I had to dance with you, but –” And then he was pretty sure his heart stopped.

She leaned into him, her chest pressing against his as she stood up to her toes, wrapping an arm around the back of his neck to pull him down to her. Her hot breath sent his heart sprinting out of his chest as her lips touched his ear, and she spoke.

“Let’s not talk too much.”

She slid the hand that was holding his down her body, and placed it low on her waist, leaving his hand there. Her voice was almost a caress when she spoke again. “Grab on my waist, and follow my lead.”

Her nose trailed against the side of his face as she moved her body against him, reaching up to connect her hands behind his neck, holding him there when he tried to move away. “It’s okay – put your body on me.”

And with that, he somehow lost all control of his body. His leg moved in between hers, and a low moan built in his throat. His other hand reached around her waist, and suddenly, they simply – fit. They were perfect. She was like a missing piece of a puzzle. Their bodies molded together – every curve, every angle, all fitting together exactly as though they were handmade for one another. Slowly, the rest of the world fell away, and nothing else mattered. He moved against her perfectly, as if they’d been dancing together their entire lives. Or as if they’d been crated to.

This girl. This moment. This dance. This was everything. For the first time in months, he wasn’t thinking about finances, he wasn’t thinking about his mom, he wasn’t thinking about the girl who’d broken his heart. He was only thinking about the one in his arms, and the feeling of her body against his, and that was the only thing he wanted to think about forever.

Aelin wasn’t supposed to feel this way. She wasn’t supposed to like him. She wasn’t supposed to like anyone. He was supposed to be a quick fuck. A distraction. A point to prove. But instead – instead he was gorgeous, and witty, and damaged. His tattoos. She’d asked him what they meant, and he’d blown them off as some song lyrics, but she knew better. She saw the look in his eyes, the small flinch. And for whatever reason, all she wanted was to get rid of his pain.

The second she walked off with Dorian, she knew there was no way he wouldn’t follow. She was counting on it. But what she wasn’t counting on were the sudden and weird feelings she kind of hated. Feelings she wasn’t supposed to have. Feelings Europe was specifically about not having. Yet here he was. And here she was. And so she just pulled him closer to her, threw her head back, and let the music cradle them in its hold, pushing them closer together.

A fire raged between them as she moved against him, around him. Breathing got heavier, hearts pounded. They danced chest to chest, barely allowing room for air. Every movement drove her deeper into madness. Into a clawing need that felt like it would never go away. She didn’t know how long they’d been dancing when his hands moved down to her ass, but there was nothing she could do to stop the low moan that left her lips when it happened. Then he tightened his hold, gripping tightly and moving her against him, and she just about lost it.

His body was flush against hers, but she desperately wanted it closer. She could feel the rather impressive proof of his desire pressing against her and she was pretty sure there was nothing she wouldn’t give to feel him inside of her.

Their eyes were locked. The blazing heat simultaneously felt like it was impossibly too much, but also like they could never have enough. She was setting his world on fire, melting the delicately constructed ice, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

At some point, he moved his hands back up her body. She’d almost offered a protest, before they moved to the sensitive spot at the small of her back. One hand climbed up her shirt – fingers spreading, feeling as much of her as he could, committing it to memory – the heat, the softness, what it was doing to every single one of his senses. The other hand moved across her lower back, its fingers lightly dipping into the waistband of her jeans, wanting to go further, but knowing he couldn’t – not there. His thumb stayed above gently stroking the soft skin at her hips.

His eyes never left hers throughout the entire movement. He watched as they rolled back in pleasure. He felt her low moan vibrate against his chest, the heat of her breathy gasps against his neck as she tilted her head back and grinded against him, causing a moan to slip past his lips as well. She was pure sensuality. The picture of sin, looking up at him with every lascivious thought she was having playing across her face. Her bottom lip rolled into her mouth as she lightly licked it, before pulling it between her teeth, and moving her hips in just the right way. A low growl built in his throat as he strained for her.

More. Always needing more.

His eyes were glued to those lips. That tongue. Those teeth. And then he couldn’t see anything.

Their mouths were suddenly moving together, their tongues dancing, lips fitting together perfectly, just like their bodies had. It was as if they’d been sculpted as one, as if they were designed as part of a whole, and then separated, sent off in the world, only to find each other again. To complete each other in a way that should have been impossible. Her hands had moved into his hair, pulling the strands between her fingers, holding him to her, as if she was dying, and his lips were the only thing that could save her.

She tasted like heaven and was hot as hell and if he knew nothing else, he knew that he had to have her – all of her. His breath was ragged, choppy, his heart pounding as she pulled his lip between her teeth, and he groaned again. Whether it was from the painful strain in his pants, or from the impossible need he was feeling, he wasn’t sure. “Bed,” he growled, forcing himself to pull away, and secretly enjoying both the disappointment in her eyes at the loss of contact, and the pure excitement at the word.

“Now,” she choked out, clutching the hand he’d offered, and desperately trying to regain some semblance of control.

While they were dancing, Aelin had been absolutely incapable of doing anything other than drown in Rowan, but by some miracle she had noticed Dorian leading a very smug Manon off to who knew where.

Not that they’d checked into any sort of inn when they arrived. No, because that would have been the smart thing to do. So whether Rowan knew it or not, she had been 100% prepared to insist he take her to bed one way or another.

Neither of them said a word as he pulled her behind the bar, all but sprinting to the stairs, desperate to feel her against him – all barriers gone. Fenrys watched wordlessly as they sped through the kitchen, a smirk on his face as he raised an eyebrow at their joined hands, and the noticeable bulge in Rowan’s pants. “Guess I’m closing up, then,” he called after them. No response.

Other thoughts slowly crept into Rowan’s mind as they climbed the old staircase, of carrying another girl to his room up those same steps. He turned back, meeting her bright eyes, and once again he couldn’t think about anything else. His heart almost stopped at the hazy smile on her delicate face. As if her mask had come off. As if she was finally ready to admit that she wanted this too. He walked faster, and they basically jogged to the end of the hallway of the second floor.

The whole pub had just enough rooms for all of them. It was supposed to be the inn portion, but with the 6 of them poor and just out of university, or having skipped it altogether, and spending all of their time working there, it just made more sense for Rowan and his cousins to take up the second floor. He wasn’t sure where Manon was staying – hadn’t exactly bothered to ask – and it wasn’t like he really had any room for her there.

Rowan didn’t even bother to flick on the light as they burst into the small room. He wasted no time pressing her against the door, and pulling her into another heated kiss. They pulled away only to tear off clothes, hands desperately reached for the other – pulling, yearning, needing, with seemingly no intention of letting go. Aelin couldn’t help the gasp that left her lips as he saw him standing before her in all of his glory. Tan skin peppered with scars of all shapes and sizes covered perfectly sculpted muscles – legs that looked like they were carved from solid rock, his impressive length that she knew was going to fill her in an absolutely delicious way, row after row of well-defined abs, strong arms that she was desperate to have wrapped around her. And then then they were – but not for long.

Rowan easily picked her up, then lightly tossed her onto the bed as if she weighed nothing, not wasting any time. There was a primal need in him to see her there, splayed across his bed, on the same sheets he’d slept on last night, surrounded by his scent. Part of him was ashamed at every carnal thought roaring through his head – at the ocean of need crashing into him over the sight of her there.

Long blonde hair stretched behind her as she climbed up on her elbows. His eyes darkened with desire as they raked over her lithe, toned body. “Perfect,” he whispered, reaching out a hand to run his fingers up an impossibly smooth thigh. “Absolutely perfect.” She’d spent the day powering through all kinds of hell, and it just wasn’t fair. No person should look this completely flawless. Yet there she was. An angel.

He leaned over her slightly, forcing himself to take his time if it killed him. There was something in his eyes that woke the deepest part of her – the part she let no one else see. And it terrified her.

Rowan placed a knee between her legs and stretched over her, lowering a soft kiss on her chest, right above her breasts. A shiver ran down her spine at the blessed contact. One hand pressed into the mattress above her head, holding his weight. The other hand climbed up her legs like a vine, fingertips trailing up her body, grazing past her thigh, caressing her wide hips, and not paying nearly enough attention to her breasts, before settling into her hair.

He moved with such gentleness, such care, that she was almost sure her heart was going to burst. Soft kisses fell across her face, showering her with an almost easy affection. She hadn’t signed up for this. This softness, these feelings, these emotions. She didn’t want them. The more you cared about someone, the easier it was for them to hurt you and she couldn’t – wouldn’t – be hurt again, not if she had anything to – all thought was cut off as his lips finally met hers. She let her body fall back against the mattress, wrapping her arms around him. A low groan built in the back of his throat as her back arched, hard nipples moving against his solid chest, and her pelvis rubbing directly against his painfully hard dick.

Something broke inside of him at the contact – all attempts at softness flew out of him as pure need took over. The hand in her hair immediately moved down her body. A gasp burst out of her lips as two fingers entered her, and his thumb pressing directly against the bundle of nerves at the interest. The gasp turned into a breathy moan, as his fingers moved in and out of her, curving forward inside of her.

Her body wasn’t hers anymore. It was his, and she didn’t think she wanted it back. His lips moved to the spot where her neck met her shoulder. His teeth nipped, and grazed at the spot, sucking on the sensitive skin there, and she could almost swear she saw stars. In that moment, he could have asked her for anything, and she would have said yes.

That night, hours passed they explored each other’s bodies, holding, needing, thrusting.

Gasps, sighs, moans echoed through the room as skin pressed against skin, and finally, for the first time in a long time, they both almost felt like they were home.

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aelingalathynius6 · 8 years

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FIC REQUESTS OPEN!!!

Hey guys, I'd like to try my hand at writing fics and welcome any ideas that you lovely people may have! If you'd like me to write you a fic (TOG or ACOTAR based, mostly) then drop an ask in my inbox or send me a message. All requests welcome, although preferably not NSFW? Any fics I write will be tagged #MyFic so you can find them easily. Thank you guys and please bombard me with requests! I have a lot of spare time on my hands. :)

#Fic requests #tog #acotar #fics #tog fics #acotar fics #REQUESTS OPEN #bombard me #spam me #req pls

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foreverfallingforthestars · 1 year

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Little Bit of This, Little Bit of That - Masterlist

A collection of 100 to 250 word drabbles starting February 1st, 2023 for Throne of Glass. They are canon and non-canon drabbles including all our favorite characters from the series! I welcome all prompts ranging from a single word to a song lyric to a phrase :) Please let me know if you would like to be included in a tag list!

You can also find the series on AO3 here.

Sunrise

Photos

Drive

Accident

Present

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foreverfallingforthestars · 1 year

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Sunrise

Word count: 184

AU: Canon

Read it on AO3 here

Masterlist

There was something so simple about watching the sunrise.

The start of a new day, the promise of a new beginning, the chance to learn something new.

For one, she was grateful to be even seeing the sunrise considering the last year of her life had promised nothing but her death, but somehow she had made it through.

As the sky slowly brightened, the blue and purple of the sky mixing with the orange and yellow, Aelin took a deep breath in and lifted her right palm up, letting a small teardrop of water form. She willed it to dissipate for a brief moment before reappearing as a rope of water that threaded itself around her palm and her fingers. The droplets separated, jumping from one fingertip to another, and Aelin allowed the brightening sky to guide her movements.

As the sun rose in the sky, the water droplets in her palm also rose, mimicking the movement of the sun across the sky.

Aelin promised herself that morning that she would never forget to appreciate the small moments, even as simple as a sunrise.

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Please let me know if you'd like to read about any prompts or if you'd like to be tagged!

Taglist: @thegreyj @backtobl4ck @leiawritesstories

#throne of glass #tog #tog fics #aelin galythinius #drabbles #sunrise #slice of life style #throne of glass fic

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foreverfallingforthestars · 1 year

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Hiyaaaa, I'm working on 365 days of TOG drabbles (100-250 words long) and I need prompts! Please send them my way through asks and they can be anything from one word (ex. Sunrise) to a song lyric, movie name, phrase, etc. It'll encompass all of TOG in canon and modern au!

Thanks 💕

#tog #throne of glass #tog fics #dabbles #pls send prompts!!#aelin galythinius #rowan whitethorn #tog fic

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lovelikedestiny · 3 years

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My fanfictions

Safe and Sound (completed)

Night after Merrick | Hurt/Comfort | Crying

Music of the mundane (completed)

blind!Nicky | Team as Family | Immortal Husbands in Love

Still waters run deep (completed)

Morning after Merrick | BAMF Nicky | Emotional Hurt

Hold me when I shatter (completed)

Nightmares | Hurt Joe | Emotional Hurt/Comfort

May trust be my blanket (completed)

Family Feels | Team as Family | Soft Everyone

Snow and Ashes (completed)

Emotional Hurt/Comfort | Missions gone wrong | Team as Family

Under the surface (completed)

Nile has the team’s only brain cell | Crack/Humor | Angry Nicky

The little things (completed)

Joe and Nicky are in love | Fluff and Humor | Soft Joe and Soft Nicky

Every smile from you is my salvation, every breath from you my song (completed)

Tears on marble face

Light in byzantine eyes

Silence is the key (in progress)

Silence is the key

Autistic Nicky | Angst and Hurt/Comfort | Dark Past | Team as Family

Hush in the dark

Autistic Nicky | Angst and Hurt/Comfort | Dark Past | Family Feels

A breath of love (double drabble series on tumblr, in progress)

1.1/1.2 ; 2.1/2.2 ; 3.1/3.2 ; 4.1/4.2 ; 5.1/5.2 ; 6.1/6.2 ; 7.1/7.2 ; 8.1/8.2 ; 9.1/9.2

Ficlets (on tumblr, in progress)

1 ; 2 ; 3 ; 4 ; 5 ; 6 ; 7

Nicky & Copley friendship (My headcanon)

#the old guard #fanfictions #tog fics #my writing #joe x nicky #yusuf al kaysani #nicolo di genova #kaysanova #immortal husbands #team as family #found family #family feels #this is just a list of my writing because I love making lists #gets updated regularly #appreciate you all<3

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isabellehemlock · 3 years

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If you wanted to browse for yourself please feel free to head over to my AO3 profile, where I write under the psued: Isabelle Hemlock. But here they are indexed for quick reference ;)

⟶ TOG canon (pre & post)

⭒ They emerged once more, and beheld the stars

Winding back the clock - to when they were just Yusuf and Nicolo - and how they became the Big and Little Spoon . . . and then more ;)

Rated E ∣ 5k ∣ Completed ∣ Link

⭒ The Little Church

On their one year anniversary, Yusuf and Nicolo do some reflecting on their journey so far and how deeply ingrained their faith is tied to their identity - and how that’s a beautiful thing.

Rated T ∣ 3.7k ∣ Completed ∣ Link

⭒ Cleanse

After things are a little safer, Nicky decides to take Joe on a road trip in order to help process some things. A little angst and a lot of fluff and romance - and some memories over the last couple of centuries in each chapter! - culminating in a surprise destination :)

Rated E ∣ 40k ∣ Completed ∣ Link

⭒ The Bet

Nicolo could do this. He had spent hours on his knees praying on cold, hard, stone floors. He could handle the asceticism and denial of pleasures. He could come without even touching himself so he could lie to the monks and deny he “sought” his own pleasure.

But could he endure the attention of Yusuf’s tongue on his nipples?

And who would win the bet . . .

Rated E ∣ 18k ∣ Completed ∣ Link

⭒ That Time In São Paolo

Winding back the clock to 1834, we see how Joe and Nicky handle retrieving the latest immortal: a drunk, sad, Frenchman stuck in Brazil. Or, that time in São Paulo.

Rated T ∣ 5k ∣ Completed ∣ Link

⭒ An Interupted Oath

Yusuf and Nicolò are traveling further and further away from the Holy City that brought them together three months earlier.

But danger finds them anyway . . .

Rated M ∣ 1.5k ∣ Completed ∣ Link

⭒ The Necklace

Joe and Nicky are immortal, but still had dreams of being parents.

Or. Five times Joe and Nicky accidently raised children, and one time they did it on purpose.

Rated M ∣ 3k ∣ Completed ∣ Link

⭒ Tethered

Joe jolts back to life on a gurney, and into Nicky's waiting arms

Rated E ∣ 3k ∣ Compeleted ∣ Link

⭒ Memento Mori

Nicky and Joe were just hoping to enjoy a nice, relaxing, extended holiday in London.

Instead, they find themselves weaving through London’s dark alleys, trying to help change history once again.

Rated M ∣ 6k ∣ Completed/Prequel ∣ Link

⭒ Called You By Name

When Nicolò goes home, he finds out his family commissioned a stained glass window of him in his old church - as a martyr.

Rated Teen ∣ 3k ∣ Completed ∣ Link

⭒ Their souls were knit together (and he loved him as himself

The weight of the man on top of Nicolò had pressed him further into the unrelenting ground, dirt and stone dug into his back as he cried out in pain. His wounds had already begun the process of trying to stitch themselves back together, but the saif still in his stomach hindered the ability from completion. The warmth of his body slowly seeped out from the cut flesh, and as the blood pooled beneath his tunic, his hands trembled against the patterned fabric above him.

The soldier who struck him with the fatal blow, stared down at him with dark, glistening eyes and let out a mournful sound, “Found you."

(Or. A slight canon divergence detour where I wondered, "What if they were already immortal when they met?")

Rated E ∣ ?? ∣ WIP ∣ Link

⭒ The Returning

Nile Freeman wakes up once again from death, but this time she decides to explore the space . . .

Or. I saw a tumblr post about what would happen if the Old Guard respawned in the place of their birth, and my mind went angsty.

Rated G | 1k | Completed | Link

⭒ Do you feel held?

It had been weeks since everything had changed, and Nicky and Joe have used every tool in their arsenal as they try to move forward and heal . . . but sometimes it’s nice to be able to shut everything down - to not worry, to not think, to not work - to feel nothing but pure euphoric ecstasy for as long as they can physically go.

This is one of those times that Nicky knows exactly what his husband needs - and he’s going to give it to him.

Or. I asked my friend what kinks she liked from a list - then decided to do the whole list :)

Rated E | 5k | Completed | Link

⟶ TOG AU

⭒ The Purpose of Art

Rated M ∣ 118k ∣ Completed ∣ Link

⭒ Crimson Moon

Yusuf is a new immortal werewolf, Nicolo is an old immortal vampire (and so are Booker, Andy and Quynh ;) ). And Nile comes along at some point as a witch who knows her shit xD

I promise this is not some of weird kidnapping kink - Nicolo is keeping Yusuf safe (from a certain someone) and will help him understand his newfound immortality. And of course love abounds . . . and blood, and bites :D

Rated E ∣ 123k ∣ Completed ∣ Link

⭒ Cooking Lesson

Nicky is offering free cooking lessons for the holidays as a way to give back for the season, at the local community center. Joe helps run it, and loves when Nicky volunteers there once a week. But he hasn’t told him how much he likes him (yet). So when the cooking lesson is over, he asks for a personal one . . . but cookie making is not what’s on Joe’s mind.

Rated E ∣ 4k ∣ Completed ∣ Link

⭒ Piece of Heaven

One day, seminarian Nicky, meets local post grad student, Joe.

And it’s as adorable as it sounds.

Rated G ∣ 6k ∣ Completed ∣ Link

⭒ 12 Days

Nicky and Joe are the epitome of Domestic Bliss in this Modern AU. Though they have different faiths, they've always managed to be very respectful of each other's spiritual practices. Yet when Nicky asks to give up sex for Advent, it tests the very last threads of Joe's resolve . . . but luckily Nicky has some ideas to help them get back into the swing of things for the Christmas season, once Joe comes home from his business trip.

Twelve days of every fantasy his husband has ever said he liked and wanted!!

Rated E ∣ 43k ∣ Completed ∣ Link

⭒ Through The Lens

Joe is an art student majoring in Illustration (with a minor in poetry) at the Merrick College of Art and Design (MCAD). He might appear a little rough around the edges with his leather jackets and devil-may-care nonchalance. But really he writes poetry on the side, and grew up with grand ideas about romance and love . . . just waiting for the right guy who can handle his intensity. Because once he falls for someone, once he gives them his heart, it will be forever.

Nicolò - Nico - is doing a study abroad program for a semester at MCAD. He's studying photography, and deciding whether he might like to stay in America. There's a little bit of culture shock happening, and when his student budget runs out he begins working odd jobs here and there. He never thought that list might include modeling nude, but he cannot eat one more box of ramen . . . and it it happens to be in Joe's class (who he might have noticed around campus before ducking behind a column when he looked his way) - well, even better.

Rated M ∣ 35k ∣ Completed ∣ Link

⭒ Endless Ocean

Nicolò Di Genova is home for the summer after he graduated college - except, things are tense and strange. His Dad, a big shot lawyer who works for Merrick Enterprises, has hired extra security, and seems a bit miffed he came home for the summer instead of touring Europe like he had wanted him, too. But Nicky was just trying to spend his summer in the pool while he works some things out . . .

Joe is hired as extra security to watch over a guy who knows nothing about life (or so he thinks). This is his last job, and then he’s done - he’s out, and can just focus on what he needs to do next. But what was supposed to be an easy job of watching a rich kid sunbathing while his Dad coordinates his grand jury testimony with the DEA, turns into something much more dangerous. It’s not just Nicky’s Dad who is in danger - it’s Nicky, too.

Because someone has decided he wants him all to himself . . . and it’s not just Joe.

Rated E ∣ 248k ∣ Completed ∣ Link

⭒ Endless Love

Endless Love is a soft epilogue for Endless Ocean, featuring Nicky's Dad from the events of EO through what happens after, including a destination wedding, before the third part of the series dives into a time jump epilogue <3

Rated M ∣ 20k ∣ Completed ∣ Link

⭒ Endlessly

On their ten year anniversary, Joe and Nicky do some reflecting on how far they come, and celebrate with their family.

The final sequel to Endless Ocean <3

Rated T ∣ 7k ∣ Completed ∣ Link

⭒ It's Just A Book

A little tumblr snippet of me retelling a scene from The Mummy (1999) with The Old Guard characters :) The multi chapter is coming in the winter

Rated T ∣ 900 ∣ Completed ∣Link

⭒ Catch Me If I Fall

Nicky is an omega on his honeymoon, experiencing his sexual awakening with his new Alpha husband, Joe.

What he didn't count on though was going into heat . . .

Rated E ∣ 4.5k ∣ Completed ∣ Link

⭒ Catch Me If I Fall - Part Two

Their honeymoon is winding down, and after a beautiful week - and being fully mated to his husband - Nicky finds his confidence soaring. He had never expected Joe to save his thoughtful presents till the last day, but now as Nicky slips on the gift, he realizes Joe saved the best for last.

Rated E ∣ 3.6k ∣ Completed ∣ Link

⭒ New In Town

Joe and Nicky are both working the PTA summer carnival for the local school - but since Nicky only moved to town the week before, they hadn't had a chance to meet yet. Of course their daughter's help them out with that.

Rated G ∣ 3.7k ∣ Completed ∣Link

⭒ The Leap

Yusuf and Nicolò have been hired to co star in the 'Crusades' as star crossed lovers - except . . . they can barely seem to be in the same room together for more than five minutes, much less film a scene together. But it turns out it's not quite for the reasons the other one thinks ~

Rated E ∣ 6.2k ∣ Completed ∣ Link

⭒ All we have is now

Joe had only meant to go explore a part of the kingdom that was going to be his one day, and instead, an unforeseen danger lurked in the woods. Luckily, there was someone else lurking, too.

Rated T | 4.7k | Completed | Link

⭒ That time in Malta

Yusuf and Nicolò head to Malta for mating season, and though Nicolò is a bit unsure about it, he feels ready to try some new things for himself- well, one new thing.

Or. I have devoured all the crack/quack and decided, let's do canon-adjacent.

Rated E | 2.3k | Completed | Link

⟶ Luca/Marwan Multiverse/Crossover AUs

⭒ Pwimo

Primo has been enjoying f*ck buddy status with Majid ever since the man showed up in Rome four months earlier. He both wants him, and loathes how much he is willing to do to keep the man in his life - including buying a sex toy that comes with some magical properties.

Or.

I turn murder kitty Primo into Catboi Pwimo, and it's as chaotic and ridiculous as it sounds.

Rated E ∣ 17k ∣ Completed ∣ Link

⭒ Misunderstandings

Both Pierre and Roberta have had some rough lives, and are simply trying to start over in a new area. However they get off on the wrong foot when they assume the other one is judging them like others have in the past. Through a series of misunderstandings, and slight competition thanks to their boss, the two navigate a country bed and breakfast restoration project - and slowly start peeling back the layers of past hurt to reveal who they really are. Which is perfect for each other.

Rated E ∣ 11.7k ∣ Completed ∣ Link

⭒ Are you staying?

Single dad, Pierre, hires down on her luck, babysitter Roberta, and really there was no way they weren't going to end up together. These two deserve everything, and they'll give it to each other :)

Rated E ∣ 8k ∣ Completed ∣ Link

⭒ Miracoli

Paolo considered Italia to be the miracle of his life. He wasn't about to contemplate the ludicrous idea that he could somehow earn more than one in his lifetime.

Yet Daan was very persistent.

Or.

Paolo moves to the Netherlands with his young daughter, and meets Daan in the most serendipitous way during his first week in the new country. But as charismatic and welcoming as his new neighbor is, Daan is very much seeking female companionship only (or, so Paolo thinks).

Paolo easily pushes his own feelings aside, and is determined not to lose the only friend he has managed to make in an unfamiliar place. Especially, since he's got other things to focus on.

What ensues is a year of misunderstandings, as two friends move towards something neither had considered before: a family.

Rated M ∣ 56k ∣ Completed ∣ Link

Last Updated: 6. Feb. 2022

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