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July 28, 2021
Will you finish up Juicy Fruit soon? I noticed you only have 25 chapters up and I know it’s super close to ending. I read the story back when it was on FictionPress and it’s god honest one of my favorite stories EVER (not just on fiction press) pleeeease f
I’m going to try to get this finished before September 🤞 It’s really interesting revisiting this because all my PHD work now is about AIDS & queer geography & art. I’m pleased this story mostly holds up for a more jaded me
I’m going to try to get this finished before September ...
I’m going to try to get this finished before September 🤞 It’s really interesting revisiting this because all my PHD work now is about AIDS & queer geography & art. I’m pleased this story mostly holds up for a more jaded me
Will you finish up Juicy Fruit soon? I noticed you only have 25 chapters up and I know it's super close to ending. I read the story back when it was on FictionPress and it's god honest one of my favorite stories EVER (not just on fiction press) pleeeeas
I’m going to try to get this finished before September 🤞 It’s really interesting revisiting this because all my PHD work now is about AIDS & queer geography & art. I’m pleased this story mostly holds up for a more jaded me
July 24, 2021
June 13, 2021
After many years Ghost of the Cascade Mountains is comple...
After many years Ghost of the Cascade Mountains is completed!
I also have a new fic up called The Dogs of War which is going to be very smutty & exploring power dynamics. I would love to get your thoughts ❤️
Agostino is an exiled prince in hiding, caught in the political machinations of a land hungry uncle and a brother accused of of their father’s murder. When he is taken captive by an Uthroon war lord, his sense of himself will be stretched to its limits.
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When he reached Kadri, Agostino dropped down and kneeled in the dirt at his feet, head bowed. His captor stiffened and some of the soldiers in his regiment made noises of disapproval. They would most likely openly hate him from now on, already having expressed suspicion of his knowledge of foreign languages and culture. To hell with them anyway.
The man reached down, tilting Agostino’s head up until their eyes met. Kadri’s were the dark golden color of honey. “You’re a child.”
“I’m twenty-six.”
“Hmm. Then you are just soft. You kneel at my feet like a war slave.”
“Oh. Yes. Am I not?”
