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  1. Summary

    Look, everyone has a kink. Yours just happens to be fucking unhinged dudes.

    “You really have no morals, do you? You’re like a… a fucking piñata.”

    “Full of sweet things?”

    “Cute, but fucking hollow.”

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  2. Summary

    There's smut, and then there's wild, trope-filled, Azerothian smut.

    Guaranteed a good time or your money back.*

    *time and innocence non-refundable

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  3. Summary

    From the winding tunnels of the Deep Roads to the unforgiving slopes of the Frostbacks, Darcy is faced with one reoccurring question:

    Why does Thedas, possibly the least hospitable world in the multiverse, have such a disproportionate number of hot people?

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  1. Rec 4

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    “You’ve sang for me once before, Little Bird. I want to make you sing a song sweeter than you’ve ever known. Choose or I will.”

    Sandor asks Sansa to choose a fitting punishment for her rude behavior one night at the campfire.

    A simple, smutty one-shot of my two favorite characters.

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    24 Nov 2025

    Bookmarker's Notes

    If this is baby's FIRST smut, lord have mercy--

    *subscribes*

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    Something goes wrong. The crown is split during Narinder's defeat, splitting the power between him and the Lamb.

    Narinder keeps a portion of his godhood, and the Lamb finds that abilities they had access to before are no longer possible: Healing is cut short. Powers are halved. And there is a very real chance of perma-death, as the ability to resurrect is not possible without full power, and the God of Death is not cooperative.
    Afterlife and Purgatory are not options either. Dying means erasure. Gone.

    Lambert knows Narinder grows stronger by the day, crown or not, and yet keeps him spared as they try to figure out how to complete their own goals. Narinder vows vengeance on the lamb for usurping him. After a few unsuccessful murder attempts, he's in for the long haul. It is only a matter of time before the Lamb's guard is down before he can strike, and The One Who Waits is very patient. When a mystic being demands they save the bishops from purgatory, an alliance is in order.

    Except...the lamb's actions and their presence begin to unlock abilities within the God of Death he didn't know he had prior to his imprisonment, among other fickle things, like emotions. The prophecy didn't warn him of that part.

    Series
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    Chapters:
    24/?
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    07 Feb 2024

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    In pursuit of an ornate treasure chest hidden within the depths of a forgotten cave, truth-magic stirs a confession out of you in the presence of company you'd rather have avoided.

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    Chapters:
    3/3
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    07 Sep 2023

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    “That what get you off, sweetheart?” Your breath hitches at the sudden change of tone in Sans’ voice. He crowds you against the alley wall and looks up into your eyes. “I don’t think you know what you’re dealing with.”

    “Oh? Don’t I?” You say, braver than you feel.

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    20 Mar 2018

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    When you pull apart, you give a shaky little breath. You open your eyes, and Sans is watching you intently. He looks as surprised as you feel. You can see the imprint of your lipstick on his teeth, and you're quick to wipe it away with your sleeve, drawing a laugh from him.

    He lowers you gently. You groan inwardly at the loss of his touch when his gloved hands retreat back into his pockets.

    "Wow." You murmur.

    "Agreed." Sans says. "See you Saturday."

    You blink, and he's gone.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
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    Chapters:
    1/1
    Comments:
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    11 Sep 2018