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Love, Right Next to Grief by mistynights
Fandoms: Daughter of Smoke and Bone - Laini Taylor
29 Apr 2026
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Sometimes, for a second, for barely more than a blink, Brimstone looks at Karou and sees wings on her shadow
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Brimstone and the soul he raised twice
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From day one they were doomed, being best friends living together? Sure that’s fine people always do that, worked great for Sapnap and dream. But at the same time occasionally fucking? And when one of them is madly in love with the other?
Yeah it was bound to fail.
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I got this idea while drunk as FUCK, English ain’t my first language and any mistakes is simply me not wanting to correct myself from pure hatred against the language ❤️ under work
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There comes a time when even dragonkings must learn from their mistakes. The first step is recognizing that a mistake was made.
Ravager wishes he could be the cool rain and not the inferno. He will now have the opportunity to try.
But can he rewrite his own fate? Or will his ruinous nature have the mastery once again?
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- Part 2 of The Kobold and the Dragonking
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Sixteen year old Issa never expected to find a demigod in the forbidden woods, but she found Rome, a lonely, golden haired boy with winged sandals and a clumsy heart. Raised in isolation by the whispers of Hermes, Rome knows everything about the sky but nothing about people. Through a series of "social steps," stolen fruit, and lessons in starlit reading, Issa teaches the wild demigod that the greatest adventure isn't flying, it’s the slow, steady magic of falling in love.
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There is no ethical polyamory under late capitalism.
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right person, wrong time.
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“Samir, shut up. Anton, do you think he’s cute?”
“Huh?” Anton snaps out of his trance.
Issa huffs. “Do you think,” she shoves her phone in his face, “he’s cute?”
“Oh my god, I’ll tell you if you get out of my space for a second,” he squints and pushes her arm away, trying to get a good look at the picture. Good jawline, solid head of hair, nice muscles, kind eyes. He’s attractive, in a young Charlie Swan kind of way. He also looks potentially insufferable. The nail polish, the rings decorating one hand with an iced coffee in the other. Anton’s shocked that his crocheted sweater top isn’t adorned with the words ‘6’4 feminist.’
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anton sees paul baker more often than he expects to
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“Ok, mindwipe?”
“Mindwipe.”
“What do you want for your birthday?”
“Ok, mindwipe?”
"Yes, we've established that."
Maybe it was the courage provided by mindwipe, or yet another reminder of his almost year long dry spell but the words fell out of Anton’s mouth before he could even realize what they were, “Paul Baker.”
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Anton turned to him fully now, something vulnerable flickering behind his eyes. “And what about me? Do you love me, or was it just... heat-of-the-moment?”
Paul stared back, the weight of the question anchoring him to the spot.
“It wasn’t just heat. It wasn’t a mistake. I didn’t mean for it to happen, but it did. And yeah… I do. Love you.”
Anton softened just slightly. He let the words settle in his heart, like he needed to hear them echo in his own chest before deciding what they meant.“I can’t be a secret again,” he said finally. “Not to her. Not to anyone. If we’re doing this... it has to be real.”
Paul nodded slowly. “It already is.”
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Issa had been called a lot of things throughout her life. Self-centered, messy, irresponsible, and sure maybe there’s a bit of truth to those, or a lot, but one thing Issa is not is oblivious. So she damn well knows that there’s something brewing between Paul baker and Anton ever since that kiss happened.
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Paul Baker takes a moment to figure himself out
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They’re literally married. And Anton knows hiding in the closet while Paul Baker fucks Issa is a bad idea—objectively, catastrophically bad.
But Paul Baker keeps looking at him like he’s starving. Like he’s wanted him this whole time and never figured out how to say it. After all, wanting something doesn’t always mean you know how to ask for it. -
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When faced with the choice of which of his platonic roommates to marry, Paul Baker comes to a realisation.
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“Hi! Welcome to—oh!” Issa blinked, momentarily thrown. “Sorry, we were expecting someone else.”
Two men stood outside the door, each holding a bouquet of flowers. One had warm brown eyes and a neatly trimmed mustache; the other, piercing blue eyes and a scruffy beard.
The man with the blue eyes smiled politely. “Hi, um... does Paul Baker live here? We were told to come to this address.”
Anton stepped forward. “Yeah, he does. Sorry, how do you know him?”
The man with the mustache spoke up. “We’re his parents.”
There was a beat of stunned silence.
Then, in perfect unison: “Paul Baker has gay dads?!”
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or Buck and Eddie visit their son in New York and help him navigate a complicated situation with his love life.
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Paul Baker is avoiding Anton ever since their kiss. They may be married, but Paul doesn’t want anything to do with him, until one night at the bar changes that.
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The aftermath of the season finale
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Anton gets a text from Samir that says: it sunday. stop yellinf. Anton sighs. “The day doesn’t matter, anyway. Time is a social construct, people!”
He really does not want to watch 13 Going on 30.
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Five times Paul Baker manages to avoid making a decision, and the one time he makes the most important one (choosing Anton).
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Paul Baker steps up beside him and leans in, shoulder brushing Anton’s, peering down with mock solemnity.
“Should we bury her?” he asks. “Give her a little headstone? Here lies Lady Whistlebrew, may her spout rest in peace.”
Anton turns to stare at him — and abruptly realises how close they are. The warm press of Paul Baker’s shoulder against his. The faint trace of toothpaste and sleep still clinging to his breath. The last time they were this close, it was barely twelve hours ago. One minute they were laughing about fake marriages, and the next — they were kissing.
Kissing like it meant something.
Until Paul Baker had put a hand on Anton’s chest and placed a harsh distance between them.
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“Babe, there you are!” A voice cut through the air, loud and cheerful. Before Anton could process what was happening, he felt Paul Baker’s lips on his. His body went rigid.
Anton blinked. “What—?”
Paul Baker didn’t miss a beat. He slid in close, arm casually draping around Anton’s waist like it was the most natural thing in the world. “You left me alone with Samir. You know how he gets after two tequila shots. It was life or death.”
Anton just stared at him.
His eyes flicked toward Jacob for half a second, and then back to Anton with a sly little grin. “Oh, sorry, am I interrupting?”
Jacob’s gaze sharpened. “Who’s this?”
“I’m Paul Baker. Anton’s husband.”
_Or when Anton runs into his ex at the club, Paul Baker swoops in and acts like they're a couple