it would not leave my head. [original post]

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it would not leave my head. [original post]

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in thee i am well pleased
“What is Fyodor planning?” he pants into Nikolai’s mouth. It grins, sharp and wicked. “I told you. A rebirth. No one else will do it for him, and he won’t let me touch him during something so holy, so…” It traces a hand along Nathaniel’s jaw. “He’ll look so pretty drowning for you, don’t you think?” And then Nikolai is gone, leaving Nathaniel with no answers and more questions than he started with.
or: nathaniel, fyodor, nikolai, and a secret baptism at midnight
💧 4.4k words || fyonikonathan, high school au ☦️ for @bsd-rarepair-week-2024 day 1: first [blank]
aesthetic for hawthorne and fyodor with hints of being friends with benefits
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where is your faith now, in this den of rats?
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
what if the way you hold me is actually what's holy?
Fyodor reaches for the cup next. As they bring it to their lips, Nathaniel knows he should look away. Heat pools in his gut and before he can chastise himself, he imagines Fyodor is drinking his blood instead of the Lord’s. He imagines them taking his very essence into their body, swallowing it down, until part of Nathaniel’s soul has irrevocably woven itself into Fyodor.
or: nathaniel hawthorne's last supper
🍷 2.8k words || fyothaniel 🥖 written for @fyodorshipweek2024 day 2: angels & demons
they tell me gluttony's a sin
also bonus edition where nathaniel has scars under the cut: