9 Works by full_chalice
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“Look, Arthur, I really hate to intervene in your… little moment, here, but I’m afraid you dying is going to cause a biiiit of a problem for me.” The stranger dipped down, a revoltingly sticky hand guiding Arthur’s chin upward to look him in the eyes. “You’re special. I need you to do something for me. And if you die now, well…“ He gently released his touch from Arthur’s chin, turning around and swinging a foot forward as if preparing to begin pacing around the room. “Look, don’t worry your pretty little head about that, alright? Let’s just say I’ll make it worth your while.”
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part me working through some things, part character study, part me just enjoying writing Kayne being a horrid little cunt (affectionate). Please mind the warnings and read the beginning notes for a detailed CW.
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John spoke of nothing, a hand rested upon Arthur’s heart as he lay sleepless. He thought endlessly in these moments, tried to swallow down the guilt and the fear when he had no body with which to vomit them up. He tried to promise to himself that he wouldn’t let the Dark World break him. That he wouldn’t become what he was before, but feared he would always remain. Arthur needed him, but sometimes, when it was silent, he needed Arthur more.
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Arthur was tired, but not tired enough to sleep. He’d been grateful for John’s company, even in the moments they didn’t have any words to share.
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“Maybe I am just like you, Kayne,” he murmured, breath hot against his skin, “because I could fucking kill you right now.” He raised himself above his mirror image, anchoring himself on Kayne’s wrists turning numb and white from the pressure. He was pretty. Dark lashes against half-lidded eyes, strands of hair spread out around him like curling tendrils, lips kissed red and sore but ever-smiling. Challenging him to make it so.
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I have nothing to say officer, I just think they should fuck nasty
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The world melted away around them, and their own bodies were all that remained- hot skin pressed flush together, whispered names and clawing hands and beating hearts. How precious the act of intimacy could be; to make them forget, even just for a moment.
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It's just two essays worth of really weird porn. This is freaky as hell and appeals to probably nobody except me. My apologies for being a sexual degenerate. Who knows though, perhaps it will awaken something in you… ;}
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where it makes no difference who held back from who by full_chalice
Fandoms: Malevolent (Podcast)
15 Jun 2025
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Here was Arthur Lester, the mortal man who had conquered a god, dropped to his knees and pleading for John’s touch. He considered those nights he had imagined what he might like to do to Arthur- a hand placed, reverent, upon his chest; wandering ever lower... An indomitable spirit, a man who refused to submit— to all except him, only him...
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so basically, what if the forest in the dreamlands wanted something of a... different nature
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Arthur winced as the freezing wind brushed itself against the thin strip of exposed skin, and John’s touch was just as icy as he lingered just a moment above the jagged scar on Arthur’s stomach. Thoughts ran through John’s mind, unspoken- that in that moment they had become us instead of them, that nothing had ever frightened him more than the prospect of losing Arthur, and not just because that meant losing himself.
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Arthur and John are trekking through the snow. John’s hand is getting cold.
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every precious dream and vision underneath the stars by full_chalice
Fandoms: Malevolent (Podcast)
06 Jun 2025
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“I… suppose it was what I needed, at the time.” Arthur’s chest shook as he breathed, but John felt his heart calm itself while he listened. “It’s a strange thing, John...”
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this is quite short, but I wanted to write something exploring a little
projectionheadcanon I have for Arthur. I love them so so dearly -
seeing through his eyes by panopticunt (full_chalice)
Fandoms: The Magnus Archives (Podcast)
03 May 2025
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With his thumb Elias wiped hot tears from your eyes, his touch gentle and deliberate, granting you the clemency of sight but not yet the privilege of speech, and your eyes were hungry.
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very self indulgent and horny xreader for my favourite man (evil)