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have faith, horatio by amarithian
Fandoms: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan, 進撃の巨人 | Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan (Movies)
05 Apr 2026
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Flori Saft is an Underground rat.
A thieving, no good, whore-born rat. It's most certainly not that he wants to be this way, but the only way to get Up Top comes in the form of coin and paper. Coin and paper that he does not have.
When the promise of three square meals a day and a tolerable Garrison job come knocking, who is he to shut the door?___
When he felt as horrible as he did now, Flori took great pleasure in throwing rocks at the MP’s. He would sit over the edge of the brothel’s roof with his pile of gathered stones and wait until the evening patrol (somewhere between 5:30 and 6:10, never on the dot) strolled past. When they at last walked through the dirt and stone alleyway, Flori would pick up a stone and aim below the head.
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a butcher or a pauper by amarithian
Fandoms: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan, Attack on Titan
13 Jun 2025
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Flori is struggling to adjust to life after the scouts are disbanded in the low wake of The Rumbling. Why is he the only one that can't forgive Annie?
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"She looks like Armin.”
Thérèse squeaked, and Annie touched her palm. Her fingers touched the index digit and squeezed.
“Those are your eyelashes, though. She's pretty. Like you.”
Flori forced his best attempt at a polite smile with bared teeth. Nine years worth of hate bubbled at his chest. It roiled and simmered, splashing scorch marks into the concave of his chest and underside of his ribcage.
Who was she to sit looking so broken and pitiful? Her guilt brought nothing back. It took nothing. It gave nothing. He watched her smile and speak sweetly to the baby, brush away wispy strands of dandelion yellow and jostle her little clenched hand. If she wasn’t holding his daughter, he would fucking kill her and toss her body in the ditch. Forget the “indoctrination” and “product of her environment” shit.
Annie, he swiftly realized, was staring at him.
*Frightened*. He smiled once more at her. *She is frightened of me, and she fucking should be.*
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in the morning light by amarithian
Fandoms: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms
08 Jun 2023
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Shale Stark isn't quite used to attention from other men his age. Podrick Payne is more than eager to express his long-time interest.
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"You needn't go!"
Shale turned back around.
Podrick stood, body exposed to the evening air, and moved briefly back and forth. He bit his lip, opening his mouth to speak, closing it, before opening it once more.
"I would not mind company. Especially from you, my lord. Certainly from you."
Shale was sure he would collapse right there. His pale face bloomed into red, and he cleared his throat. Podrick had the darkest eyes Shale had ever seen, and they bore directly into him. Round, sweet, and full of eagerness, they drank him in as though it were he who were unclothed.
"Me?" Shale practically croaked.
The man only nodded, and Shale was rushing to slide his boots off. -
the fool who falls in love by amarithian
Fandoms: Elder Scrolls, Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim
07 May 2023
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Dathic is the best distraction that his husband could ask for. Anariil is eager to indulge.
______________________________“I would beg on my knees if you asked.” The hot breath upon Dathic’s hips made him squirm, but Anariil’s grip was fierce. “By the divines, anything you asked of me, I would do.” There was a slight whine to his voice, panting and lapping at the swollen nub. He plinked past thick lashes and tilted his head for a proper angle. Calloused fingers rubbed circles on Dathic’s hips, and he took a particular moment to follow the four-years faded stretch marks. They spread like vines of ivy and fire fern, a shade or two lighter than the rest of his skin.
“Yes, okay-” Dathic bit his lip so hard that it nearly bled. “Up. Now, please. Fuck me, I need-”
He could not finish, for Anariil was already clambering atop him. -
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Shale Augustine is starting to realize he may have bitten off more than he can chew when it comes to his "up close and personal" research.
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“You're so needy.” He hummed. His tongue lapped against the salt-twinged, wet tip, before Tsu’tey was pressing down fast against his lips and into his mouth, searching for a hole to bury himself further. Shale exhaled, breathing through his nose as the ridges scraped along the roof of his mouth. If not for the way his hands braced against the powerful, darkly striped hips, he was sure that Tsu’tey would have fucked his throat raw.
Below, Tsu’tey grew irritated. He grunted and lashed his tail, back arched to reach the proper angle. He gave Shale’s thigh a nip before abruptly yanking his soaked boxers down and out of the bunk. He tentatively licked the swollen clit and spread pink folds, before suddenly burying his face and working his tongue.
A muffled cry escaped Shale, hands flying down to instinctively grasp at his mate. In turn, Tsu’tey thrust his hips down and into Shale’s throat.