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[little-annie]

❄️Watch the Snow With Me as I Fall for You❄️

M | 60k | 4/4 Ch | Steddie | Fake Dating, Didn't Know They Were Dating, One Bed, Comedy, Christmas Fic | @steddieexchange | @steddiebingo

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Their practice continues for the rest of the afternoon: gentle touches when appropriate; hands on hips, and knees, and shoulders; and one memorable one that ventures just a touch further to brush the pads of Eddie's fingers along the skin of Steve's collarbone.

Every action accompanied by a professional sort of instruction that seems to lessen the longer it goes on.

“Can I hold your hand?” turns into silent knuckles brushing and wordless fingers linking.

“Come, stand here and do this,” turns into Steve instinctually sliding beneath Eddie's arm when he's close, and Eddie, with practiced ease, hooking his fingers in Steve's belt loop to pull him even closer.

They hug goodbye like old friends would, and when they pull apart, Steve feels a sort of heat rush to his cheeks when Eddie asks one last question.

“Can I kiss you?”

It's just a peck, something short and sweet that meets Steve's lips after he nods and breathes out a quiet, “Yes.”

He's never been kissed by a guy, never felt the press of stubble to his chin or the warmth of chapped lips to his own, but, for the short half a second that it lasts, Steve thinks he gets it. If he were into guys, he'd understand the appeal, the need for more.

After all, he can't stop thinking about it—or the smell of Eddie's cologne that lingers in the fibers of his yellow polyester jacket—the entire walk home.

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[riikaa-chan]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 21/? Fandom: 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV), 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 魔道祖师 | Módào Zǔshī (Cartoon) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Lan Zhan | Lan Wangji/Nie Mingjue Additional Tags: Angst, Slow Burn, Feelings Realization, Misunderstandings, Pining Lan Zhan | Lan Wangji, Hurt/Comfort, Retelling Summary:

In the aftermath of the Sunshot Campaign, Lan Wangji faces a three-year exile in Qinghe as punishment. Meanwhile, Nie Mingjue grapples with the specter of a looming Qi deviation.

Amidst the harsh winds of fate, their paths intertwine, unspoken emotions simmer beneath the surface, hidden by duty and tradition. But when a long-forgotten threat resurfaces, both men must confront their deepest secrets and desires, they must navigate the treacherous waters of love, risking everything for a chance at redemption and salvation.

[wrenandthemachine]

Wren and the Machine Chapter 96 is up on Ao3 and chapters 93-96 have also been completely updated on Fanfiction.net !

[expectingtofly]

coming soon! posting every Thursday starting September 16th

Castiel’s grace weakens every day, Leviathan pursue him on all sides, and he’s become a third wheel to a growing companionship between Dean and a vampire.

Welcome to Purgatory, a place of exhaustion, violence, and regret.

At one time, Castiel would have called himself a righteous, avenging angel. Now, tormented by his sins, he sees himself as a failure. A year apart has created a growing chasm between himself and Dean, and now a vampire drinks Dean’s blood and leads the way to an escape portal.

Castiel’s starting to think that spending an eternity in this depraved place won't be enough penance for all his transgressions.

Perhaps there’s no escape for him after all.

sneak peak:

“Well, we can get on our way now.” Dean looked up at the sky. “Can get some distance before dark.”

It was in tilting his head back that his collar slipped down, exposing two puncture marks on his neck, scabbed over. Castiel startled. If Dean had been bitten, had he turned? But he could see Dean’s soul, it was still fully human, which meant—

His blade dropped into his hand. “What are you?” he demanded, advancing on Benny. “What have you done to him?”

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[ohhmydyosfics]

(Noren) Its (Always Been) You

Jeno has a big fat crush on Renjun. ---- (me too tbh)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25839154/chapters/62774584

[skai6]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Years went by in the blink of an eye and never once Jaskier had thought of the intricate matter concerning his boundless youth.

At first, he believed himself blessed by the genetic pool on his father’s side, a man who hadn’t shown a single grey hair until the late age of fifty, but once Jaskier edged the scheduled period himself, and not a sight of a silver thread was visible upon his head, he thought it was perhaps time to stop feigning concern.

He consulted with witches, masters of the dark arts, and even elves who might perhaps recognize in him the forgotten heir of one of their promiscuous ancestors, to no avail.

They all agreed that his condition was one of the utmost peculiar kind, that surely no human alive is able of withholding their youth to such an extent, to not have a single wrinkle add to his vivid features since the age of eighteen. It must only be the work of the dark arts. Magic.

What sort of magic that might be, Jaskier was exhaustedly clueless.

During those very years, Jaskier had come upon Geralt quite regularly in his travels. They drank and dined, parted and reunited but never once did Jaskier mention the matter laying at the core of his worry for fear of uncovering a truth neither of them could live with.

Magic was not a matter taken with a grain of salt, Yennefer was a grand example of such. He thought if the truth unveils something dark and twisted, he would not be able to look the Witcher in the eye without seeing the shadow of a hunter staring back at him. He feared, deeply, that their friendship would not survive the truth, whatever it was.

Perhaps Jaskier was also afraid of facing himself. Afraid of looking upon a mirror and viewing not a man but a horrid creature meant to torment the world instead of healing it, afraid that he would turn out to be the exact opposite of what he devoted his life to become. Not a bard, not a romantic, not a lover. Just another beast.

But see, there were two things Jaskier was wrong about.

The first was that regardless of how little he spoke of his past, of his present or future, Geralt could see right through his worries and lament. The second matter was of a more delicate nature. Jaskier never knew who he was until the day he experienced it, and what he was, was nothing dark, corrupt, or twisted.

What he was, was a thing of utmost beauty.

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[vesperlionheart]

Sakura is the Senju princess promised to the second prince of the Uchiha house. Unfortunately, Sasuke was more interested in sowing his wild oats and being a brat prince then in being a proper fiancé. It is Itachi's decision to have his head of the royal guards be her escort as a means of keeping Sakura safe from the worst of the rumors.

Itachi should have known better. [LINK]

“You shouldn’t scowl so much. The princess doesn’t find it as charming as the kitchen maids do,” Itachi chastised.

Sasuke glared back at his brother, bristling from the admonishment. “Would you like to take my place and show me how its done, brother?” he sarcastically griped. “I don’t see you surrendering your marital freedoms.”

“As the first prince,” Itachi began calmly, “my marriage was secured far earlier than yours. There is little freedom a toddler is entitled to.”

Sasuke glanced past Itachi’s shoulder to where the head of the knight’s order followed four paces back, calm and relaxed as ever. Without the worry of gossiping ears Sasuke refocused his attentions onto his brother. “I do not want to take tea with her. Can’t you do it for me?”

“You are the one who will be marrying the Senju princess. Do not forget her heritage or what is at stake here. She has shown impressive patience in putting up with your attitudes and the plethora of rumors that come attached to your name.” Itachi’s placating tone shifted into something sharper that gave Sasuke pause. “If you were a coat you’d be threadbare and overworn by now. The fact that you haven’t sired a bastard is a miracle in and of itself.”

“…You were always the heir.”

“You were always a prince, Sasuke, act like it.”

Itachi continued on the familiar garden path, taking with him the head of his knights and leaving Sasuke behind to scowl and bitch to his black heart’s content. The fact that Itachi loved his brother in spite of all he knew should have made him a saint, but instead it just made him foolish.

“He will mature with time,” Itachi said to Kakashi. “Until then would you please watch over the princess and keep her from the worst of it?”

Kakashi caught up beside Itachi and stoped with the first prince under the shaded branches of a flowering tree. There the falling blossoms would disguise their conspiratorial words.

“I suppose you couldn’t afford the Senju as an enemy,” Kakashi chuckled in a tone as nonchalant as his posture. “Ma, ma, I guess it can’t be helped if the first prince asks me for a favor. Weren’t you planning on replacing me anyway?”

Itachi sighed at Kakashi’s teasing. For being a Duke’s son Kakashi did a good job of playing the role of the fool. No one who saw him, without knowing him, suspected him of any measure of excellence, but Itachi knew better. Only a special sort of person traded in a life of luxury for a blade and career of blood.

Kakashi would be a good person to trust the Senju princess to. Sasuke wouldn’t bother so it seemed the responsibility fell to Itachi once more.

“I can’t trust many others with this role. Could you see Shisui keeping his head straight around the princess?”

Kakashi smirked through his mask. “Oh, is she a looker?”

“Sasuke might gripe enough to make you think otherwise, but that’s only because she hasn’t thrown herself at him with her legs open.”

Kakashi chuckled. “Oh dear, a pretty one with brains? This country might be in trouble after all.”

“Please see that is isn’t,” Itachi sighed.

Kakashi fell into a sloppy bow. “If my prince asks it of me, how could I refuse?”