#flan writes

excerpt of a fic that i hope i will finish this week but who knows

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"Scooch over," he says, making room for himself in the sunbed. The poor thing groans at the weight of them both. "Only you would fucking google the last name of the guy you jerk off to. "

"I didn't jerk off to him!"

"I'm sure you didn't. You consumed his porn so ethically, sweetheart."

"It's not—Where the fuck did you read that?"

“Twitter. It was a response to a comment under a shirtless photo on you."

"Do you keep tabs on my name?"

Shane is pleased, and they both know it; Ilya burrows his face into his neck. "Of course. I see all the thirsty comments and then I come to your room and make you suck my cock."

"Is that what happened yesterday?"

Ilya nods seriously. "Yes. They can't have you. You need to remember who's best for you."

Shane laughs. "I don't even see those comments, Ilya."

"Well. Just in case."

“I know who’s best for me.”

heated rivalry fic (show based, book influenced) ; shane/ilya ; rated e ; ~6k

they are in the cottage we are all still in the cottage

Then, something weird happens. Something that Ilya can’t understand in the beginning, the way Shane’s smile drops and the arousal flickers off for a second—not enough time for him to understand it completely, but, well. He has been fucking Shane Hollander for years. Ilya knows his tells, and his boundaries by now, although some of them have been complicated to gather because he likes having them stepped on, sometimes. But this is not like when he says Ilya, don’t suck me off while I’m on the phone. This is something else. This is something that makes Ilya scared.

or

Shane and Ilya have to face how they treated each other in the past.

more Hades II, sometido lionflame this time around because WELL

Want bubbles inside him just looking at him as he started saying, “Bringing me here just with a call, that’s a new trick,” and I’m not sure I’m liking it, he was going to say, but it only has taken him a fraction of a second to know that this was not Prometheus’ doing.

“Not me. The Agent of Change,” Prometheus says. “There is fear in the air; the Will of the night. I don’t think I’ve noticed it this intense before.”

For a second, though, Prometheus feels—erratic. Not exactly scared, but the certainty that always surrounds him is not there.

“The princess? Do you mean that—”

“She chose this, yeah. She decided to stress more pressure into this. And the Will of the night decided that that additional pressure was you.”

arcane | silcovander | explicit, ~60k | 10 chapters | check warnings inside

Here's my fic entry for the @zaundadsbigbang, with art that can be checked here. It's finished and I will finish posting it by this week!

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Five times someone from the thunderbolts hug Bob--and one where Bob hugs someone back.

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arcane | silcovander | explicit, 4k, no revolution au canon divergence | fighter Vander, manager silco

written for @zaundads-week Day 4: Alternate Universe

Vander’s heart automatically skips a beat; he knows, he hopes Silco won’t allow him to reach it without a toll, and Vander is very ready to pay it. They both know this dance by now. Even after the cold shower, Vander leaves the fights always drunk on adrenaline, and since they started fucking he feels driven to him the minute he’s out. This is bound to be a disaster: they are supposed to be working together. Silco is the one that actually has the patience to know which fights to pick; before they started working together, Vander lived way worse. He should worry about that, about not losing him as a friend and as a manager for a good fuck.

He should; he doesn’t.

venom the last dance || symbrock || 2k, rated t, spoilers for tld

It’s been weeks and he still wakes up with the deaf hope of having a reply to his buddy. Some days he will just wallow in despair, and those are way better than the ones he spends feeling hopeful and nevertheless everything stays the same. Some of the days he discovers he’s, on the bottom of his heart, really, really mad. At the world, and at Venom; he told him, his last words were that it was not a definitive goodbye; so where is he and why that’s not inside him.

still the continuation of the attitude of the knife, I’m slow but its still coming

Paul’s fingers go over the little marks that pave the path to his neck; there is a big, reddish line from side to side and everyone would be able to ascertain its origin if it weren’t for the cover the battle suit provides. His fingernail pushes into it and Feyd shudders; something pools in his stomach at the sound.

Breathing deep, he repositions his hand until he is able to feel his Adam’s apple against the index. He looks at his eyes (so big, so black, so sad) in the mirror.