#kep writes

[huldraism]

my arkco fic is nearing completion... here is an early scene with agott and olruggio

[vilekepler]

I got tagged by @poiregourmande to share the last 10ish lines I wrote! TYB!!!!

This is for part 3 of a risk worth taking, a Shyan "platonic" BDSM series

Ryan swings through a drive-thru; Shane isn't paying attention to which one. He's got his seat leaned back and his eyes closed, and Ryan puts the bag of warm food on his lap as though he's not even there. Shane leaves it there but steadies it as they weave through more LA traffic. Everything from the drive-thru to landing on Ryan's couch is a blur of fatigue, irritation, grief, and a pounding headache, but as soon as Ryan sits next to him, the fog he's been surrounded by for thirty-six hours starts to clear. Just like that. It's only then that it properly computes that they're at Ryan's apartment instead of Shane's own. It's been only two days since their scene here, but Ryan is so fastidious with cleaning that it's like it never happened now. But Shane knows. He sees the scene like afterimages on his retinas—Ryan in the cocoon tie, curled up on his side on the floor, right before his shoulder started acting up. In the middle of the rug, Shane had improvised their second tie, keeping Ryan's hands in front but flowing the rest of him through several poses. At one point he'd stood to play with gravity, keeping Ryan curled forward as if in child's pose but with a waist rope he pulled upwards to make him round his back. A heady rush of power and protectiveness had surged through him as he looked down the long line of hemp to Ryan at his feet. Should try him with suspension, Shane muses, lost in the memory. There, where the coffee table now sits, is where Ryan received aftercare near the end of the day, draped across Shane's lap like Michelangelo's Pietà, ropes laying where they fell as Shane untied him, fanning out around them like wiggly rays of light. In the warm glow of the evening's setting sun, he'd smiled serenely up at Shane. Now, feeling the echo of that smile, Shane finally understands the rush of emotions he'd felt then. He'd given in to his impulse to run his fingers through Ryan's hair, soothing and tender there so his hands didn't linger on the rope marks criss-crossing up and down his arms.

I tag @rentalboos @bergoose and YOU if you have anything you want to share

[huldraism]

the hand that feeds

miles edgeworth & maya fey, 3k, set during the seven-year gap (post-AA3)

Miles accompanies Maya to the prison to witness an execution.

yayy it's another edgeworth & other-character character study yayyy yippee yayyy. i hope you enjoy!! the link is above (i thought having the link in the main post messes with your post showing up in search results, but sources tell me this is no longer the case...)