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Mira gasped – a sharp inhale, like she’d touched a live wire. “Rumi,” she said, her voice a raising alarm, “What did you —”
But her words seemed caught in her throat and her eyes zeroed in on Rumi like a missile.
Before Rumi could utter a word she suddenly felt Mira’s adrenaline spike through her veins, wild and electric. It tasted like reckless abandon and a ferocious protectiveness.
Beside her, Zoey stumbled back, pressing a hand to her temple. “Umm guys, why can I FEEL you?” Zoey demanded through gritted teeth. “This is not a group chat I signed up for!”OR
The girls accidentally link their emotions mid-battle. It’s fine. Totally fine. (It is not fine. Has anyone invented poly telegraphy yet?)
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”Big words, princess,” Vi laughed sarcastically. ”But please, amuse me and keep them coming.”
”Are you fucking laughing at me?” Caitlyn felt her head starting to explode.
”I’m laughing at you for thinking you know shit when you obviously don't.” Vi took a sip of her drink and continued to shake her head, this time staring at the ground.
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Caitlyn, a senior year law student on a valedictorian path, is usually a well-together kinda gal, but the star athlete of the university sports team, a scalding hot thorn in her flesh, Vi, gets her riled up in all the wrong ways.
Then, a nightmare comes to life. But in the face of painful changes, something old turns into unexpected new.
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18 Nov 2025
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something spicy by arecordyearforsnowfall, goldenslumbersfanfiction
Fandoms: The Haunting of Bly Manor (TV)
23 May 2025
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When she turns around, about to find her way to any open table to sit down and eat in peace, she freezes. Across the dining room, an unfamiliar woman stands, hanging back slightly from the crowd. She’s not tall—probably Jamie’s height or a fraction shorter—but she has a presence nonetheless. She chats with Owen, her head tipping back slightly as she laughs at something—probably one of his stupid puns, Jamie thinks—showing off the jut of her jaw. Jamie swallows—hard. So this was Owen’s new sommelier. Rebecca’s replacement.
or, Jamie's a moody chef, Dani's a cheery sommelier, and they have to make something delicious together.
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Agatha Harkness returns home to Westbrooke after 18 years of studying magic abroad only for her mother to immediately make it clear that she expects Agatha to be the next coven head of the Salemites. In a desperate bid for her freedom, Agatha ropes her childhood neighbor and school classmate Rio Vidal from the rival Hearts Coven into performing a courtship covenant on Beltane so that her mother will be required to let Agatha out of sight every other day.
Little do Rio and Agatha know what chaos the bond between them will throw the rival covens into. Or the chaos the covenant will bring to their hearts as they learn more about the witches they've grown into.
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15 Jun 2025
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Ava clicks her tongue. “Well. I could help.”
Beatrice blinks a couple of times. “Help…?”
“You know.” She grins. “Help.”
It takes Beatrice a full two seconds; it should not be such a surprise that Ava is offering something like that, but, still, it catches her off guard. “Ava. Please lower your voice.”
Ava laughs, but she obeys: when she speaks again, her volume is lower. “I’m being serious! Think about it. I’m good at sex, if I say so myself. You trust me. I’m super hot…”OR: After leaving her religious life and her title of Sister, Beatrice finds peace in routine, tea, and the comfort of a local bar; especially when Ava, the bartender and her new best friend, is working.
When Beatrice confesses she has never had sex and is terrified of being… bad at it, Ava makes an offer: what if they just did it? As a favor. As a learning experience. No feelings involved.
But Beatrice already has a secret crush on Ava. And Ava, it turns out, is about to fall harder.
Virginity is a social construct. Unfortunately, so is pretending not to be in love.
