#avs.fic

[archived-lehkonen]

the distance between our hands

mikko/arsi, explicit, 36.2k words

He'd meant it sincerely back then, when they were younger and thought running from sunsets could somehow prolong the day and extend their time together, when he'd taken one look at Artturi and confessed he wanted to play together forever.  He thinks he means it even more now that he's 25 and a world removed from his rosy childhood.

(Mikko meets Artturi when he's 10, loves him for longer than he doesn't, and tries to figure out how to close the distance between them.)

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[archived-lehkonen]

your ribs around my heart

mikko/arsi, 8.5k words, eplicit

There's nothing about Mikko that makes him look like a blood-thirsty, carnivorous predator.  Nothing except, well, the look he gets in his eyes when he's staring at Artturi

In which Mikko is the captain of the Colorado Avalanche and Artturi is a rookie.

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[archived-lehkonen]

a masterpost of fics

all my fics (ao3)

you want things you can’t touch | nate/gabe/ej | e | 3.2k words pwp threesome fic, basically

perfect places | nate/lehky | m | 3.2k words nate and artturi join the mile high club

who was i when i was still kind | nate/arsi | e | 3k words nate rims artturi (among other things)

narcissus would love you more than himself | ej/gabe | e | 3.3k words post cup-win sex

the distance between our hands | mikko/arsi | e | 36.2k words childhood friends to lovers.

further than the tips of our fingers | mikko/arsi | m | 5k words the companion piece to the distance between our hands

and there are still beautiful things | mikko/arsi | e | 3.3k words shotgunning, blowjobs

your ribs around my heart | mikko/arsi | e | 8.5k words captain mikko, rookie arsi

[archived-lehkonen]

further than the tips of our fingers

mikko/arsi, mature, 5k words

His mouth fills with unfettered want, and his teeth have never been sharp but he wishes they were now, so he can sink them into the juncture of Mikko's shoulder, the tips of his fingers, and broadness of his thighs. Artturi wants him decorated in his marks, enamel scraped against skin, until Mikko can't move without thinking about him.

(the companion piece to the distance between our hands from Artturi's point of view)

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[archived-lehkonen]

just a light year away

mikko/arsi, t, 9.6k words

All his messages are cryptic. Artturi scrolls through the walls of texts that are just panicked variations of i need your help and something happened and he can't think anything past oh my god he's killed someone before he's racing out his apartment to Mikko's.

Mikko gets a wish baby. Somehow, Artturi also becomes a dad.

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[archived-lehkonen]

you want things you can’t touch

ej/gabe/nate, explicit, 3.2k words

"You can fuck him if you want." His shoulders rise in a languid shrug, too nonchalant for this, like he's talking about the change in weather instead of sharing his boyfriend. "Only if you want to though."

Nate wants it so badly he fears he might waste away to dust if he takes another moment to think about it. Gabe is right here in front of him, already looking fucked out when all they've done is kiss. He probably looks the same.

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[archived-lehkonen]

and there are still beautiful things

mikko/arsi, explicit, 3.3k words

Mikko is not a good man. No good man would want their friend like this.

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[archived-lehkonen]

ready for your razor teeth

val/arsi, e, 4k words

There's a dampness collecting at his temples that Val can't tell if it's from the bath or his sweat.  His nails are starting to hurt again, digging into skin a little too unkindly.  His scent grows thicker by the minute, and Val can't ignore his omega when he gets like this, not when he begs so pretty.

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