Category Archives: m/m
The (Shape) Of The Mind
Allen had his first wet dream at twelve. In it a girl with golden eyes and an odd ashen cast to her skin held hands with him and pressed up closer than a girl ever had in his life and … Continue reading
Lessons Learned
“So then, what year did the Great Unification take place?” “F– fourteen hundred. And fifty … sir …” “Summer or winter?” “N–neither–it was spring–early spring–” “Ha ha, very good. Then, the Treaty of the Five Kingdoms?” “Summer the same year–ah–Master … Continue reading
The Imitated Rose
“There is a certain someone already,” he said. He had given his name as Aoi, though it was not the same name that he gave to clients during the day; there was a blue rose in his jacket lapel. “I … Continue reading
Solitary Hide And Seek
One, two, are you ready yet? The snow is beginning to fall. There is a thick blanket of it already, deep enough to leave footsteps. The sound of a single boy’s voice echoes but is muffled through the white. It … Continue reading
in the name of the king
The smell of blood is heavy in the air–the taste of it is metallic on Haruki’s tongue each time he breathes in. If he looks down, he can see the young woman who’d tried to stab him to escape from … Continue reading
Running Out
cowritten with Harukami Youko hung up the last bit of laundry and watched thoughtfully as Kantarou slowly entered the house again, giving her an absent-minded smile and wave as he went in. His knees were creaking audibly enough that she … Continue reading
HaruKan 20 :: 08. shikkoku no hane [black wings]
The fireworks were already starting, though the sun was still low in the sky. Haruka watched them from his rooftop perch, rising and exploding in tiny colorful pinpricks of light. When the ladder clacked against the edge of the roof, … Continue reading
The More Things Change
written with Harukami The worst part, Kantarou thought, was knowing that he wasn’t the only one interested. He’d seen Haruka watching him a number of times, always looking vaguely thoughtful and never breaking eye-contact whenever Kantarou caught him at it. … Continue reading
kiss/ssik
“You’re old enough now,” his father says, kindly face creased into a smile, and he can’t help but feel a bit excited–every time his father has looked that way, he’s always gotten something he’s wanted. “I think you’re ready for … Continue reading
pr(a/e)y
He wakes hungry. There is a line of ice down his arm that’s so cold it burns; when he opens his eyes it’s twisted under him, the fingers twisted into claws. In the back of his head, an angry voice … Continue reading
the things he dreams
His first roommate in the Academy is also nobility: not an Oak, of course, but the son of a magistrate based in the Third District, so not anything too shameful. He’s taller than Shuri by a good half-head, with long … Continue reading
Quoth the Raven
“Picture your mind as a house with rooms,” Sharon tells him. “There is a part which is reserved solely for the chain, and that alone is where you must confine it. You are the master–” and she lifts her cup, … Continue reading
With You (My Love, With You)
The ceremony is about as lavish as Gil expected: dozens of fine gentlemen and delicate ladies, all dressed in finer clothing than he could ever hope to own, gathered in rustling silence as Oz Vesalius kneels before his uncle, hand … Continue reading
