#kissingchambers

[stevehopper]

KISSINGCHAMBERS AU

[was-mossy-fae]

they don't sell elliots at beach bars :/

[lieselsart]

Marco rescuing Elliot from the Annex, based on dark beach my favourite kissingchamber fic❤️‍🩹💖

[firstprincehornyramblings]

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Welcome to FIFTH SEASON

Elliot likes the local underground club strictly for the drug scene, but he might like something else better the night he meets Marco.

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tags: Clubbing, Sex Club, Drug Use, Recreational Drug Use, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, sex on drugs, Safe Sane and Consensual, Condoms, Cocaine, Chains, (see what I did there), Restraints, Light Bondage, Semi-Public Sex, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Masochism, Elliot Waxing Poetic About Pain and Pleasure, Marco is a lost puppy, Alcohol

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64053571

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@thighzp @lfg1986-2 @percy-jackson-is-sexy-

[orchidscript]

Somewhere In Between | OrchidScript

Marco hummed low in his throat, his hand skimming Elliot's side to find his waist. There was softness there — a gentle, tantalizing give under his fingertips, just under the last littlest rib. “There. Was that so hard?”

A blink later, fingers were tucking into Marco’s collar, tugging him close enough to smell the tobacco on Elliot. The smirk was back. “More than you know.”

“Oh yeah?”

“And that’s all I’m telling.”

After a summer of missteps, Marco tries for something right. Two years after leaving Arizona, Elliot wrestles with letting in something new. Working through leftover trauma and lingering memories on a college campus, they find a middle ground.

Aka “Orchid finds a use for all her old dystopian whump trauma recovery fiction from a thousand years ago.” Read now on Ao3.

[eusuntgratie]

💗 slow kiss / gentle kiss / inevitable / soft

for Marco x Elliot pls 🥺

on ao3 too

Marco meets him on the beach. After spending most of an afternoon trying not to watch him, he gives in and ditches his friends to say hello. He’s got shaggy long hair that falls in his face and he’s dressed in nice-looking shorts and a baggy button-up shirt with flowers on it. Like nobody ever told him what you’re supposed to wear to the beach.

The girl with him is in a bikini top and denim shorts, but after watching them for the last several hours he’s pretty sure they’re not together. Close, but not like that.

The boy looks up when the shadow of Marco’s body crosses over his face; he’d been staring at the waves. “Hello,” Marco says, and waits. The boy looks at the girl and smiles a little, like he’s trying to hide it, before looking back at Marco. “I’m Marco,” he tries again, and the girl shoves at his shoulder before speaking up. “This is Elliot,” she says. “Nice to meet you, Elliot,” Marco offers, and watches Elliot fight another smile before looking expectantly between them. “This is Sasha,” Elliot offers. “My sister,” he adds after a long pause, and they share a look before Sasha rolls her eyes. “I’m gonna call Frank before he gets all…” Elliot nods and Sasha pulls a cell phone out of her bag, leaning close to whisper something in Elliot’s ear before walking down to the water. Elliot gestures at the space Sasha left on their blanket and Marco sits, close enough that his knee brushes Elliot’s when he shifts. “You guys on vacation?” Elliot scoffs. “Something like that. Needed to get away for a while.” “I get that,” Marco offers, and Elliot laughs, a humorless little laugh. “Sure,” he says with a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. Elliot and Sasha come back to the beach every day that week. Marco may or may not beg to swap shifts to make sure that he can be there at the same time, hoping they’ll show up.

They get Elliot to put his feet in the water on the second day. On the third day, he drives Marco to madness by slowly unbuttoning his shirt and coyly holding out a bottle of sunscreen. Marco takes his time covering his pale skin so he won’t burn, and only makes fun of him a little when his cheeks and shoulders end up pink anyway. On the fourth day, Elliot lets Marco coax him down to the water, and doesn’t drop his hand once the waves are splashing up their legs. He screams and clings when a big wave surprises them both and Marco holds him steady. “I don’t know if I can go home,” Elliot whispers, and Marco wants to tell him to stay. He pulls him close, instead, and holds him in the water until Elliot doesn’t look so sad and so hollow anymore. On the fifth day, it feels inevitable when Marco brushes the hair out of Elliot’s face and leans down just enough to brush his lips against Elliot’s. Elliot freezes, but when Marco starts to pull back he wraps his arms around him to keep him there. Elliot’s lips are soft, like his hair and his hands, and he makes a small, sweet little noise when Marco kisses him again. Marco strokes a thumb over his cheek and then kisses that too before pulling back to smile at him. “I don’t want to leave yet,” Elliot whispers, like he’s scared to say it. “Then don’t,” Marco tells him, and kisses him again.

[lfg1986-2]

Ya know what?

I miss KissingChambers so bad. 😭

[alexclrmontdiaz]

WIP WEDNESDAY

tagged by @energievie on this quiet wednesday

I've actually been trying something other than Firstprince fanfics, even though I'm working on quite a few FP wips too these days. I've started a Kissingchambers wip - so I thought I'd share a little of this story, inspired by Ari & Dante, with tumblr on this wednesday.

They look up, sheepish smiles on their faces as they meet the gaze of Frank Yazzie. Elliot’s dad smiles at them, holding out a hand for Marco to take. He lets go of his friend to reach out his own hand. Mr. Yazzie pulls him into a tight hug, ruffling Marco’s hair in the process.  “It’s nice to see you, Marco.” “It’s nice to see you too, Mr. Yazzie!”  “Please,” Frank says with a stern look on his face, but an amused twinkle in his eyes; he clasps Marco’s shoulder with his hand. “It’s been months, please call me Frank. I heard you’re taking my kid out for a car ride.” Marco nods. “Yes, sir. I recently got my drivers license and I have gotten this old pick up truck from my grandfather. I thought, seeing as it is the summer vacation, I could take Elliot out for a drive up to one of my favorite spots.” (...) Frank walks around the truck, the corners of his mouth tugging up in an appreciative smile as he examines the car. “She’s a beauty.” “Maybe I asked the wrong Yazzie to come for a drive with me.” Marco grins widely when Elliot nudges him with his elbow, glaring up at him – but Marco can see the slight tremble in the corner of his mouth, the tell tale sign that his friend is holding back a smile. 

I'm tagging my tiniest baby @henfox because I love her so much