20 Aug 2020
“Your friend is back,” Booker says almost sing-song, coming into the kitchen. “Should I recommend him the croissants or the tartlets? Which do you want him to critique next?”
“My friend,” Nicky repeats, looking up from his work and raising an eyebrow. “Who do you mean?”
“Your friend from last week. The man who insulted your scones and sent you flying off into an Italian rage.”
‘Oh,’ Nicky thinks. ‘That man.’
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27 Oct 2020
Then, from the lone seat at the table, "You're an excellent sniper, Boss," Nicky tells her, and she frowns, saying, "Not as good as you," and oh, all right, Joe knows where this is going, but he doesn't have confirmation yet, verbal confirmation worth more than his accelerating heart.
In his twenty years of life Dean has discovered one truth: doors suck. From the mahogany front door of his childhood home (which burned to the ground when he was four), to the massive gate into the omega orphanage compound of Kansas. A gate that supposedly kept him safe from the dangers of the world. Alphas not allowed. Over sixteen years later an eccentric couple offers Dean a way out, by joining their house and family. On the top floor of a grand mansion resides a solid steel barricade locking away bright blue eyes. The cryptic alpha in the attic carries a delicious scent and a voice that immediately entrances Dean.
The single door he was instructed never to open, becomes the solitary threshold he must cross.
Join Dean as he falls in love without a single touch. Changing an outlook on life by exploring mystery and …"Chasing Doors.”
A Destiel Victorian romance set in the modern age.
03 Oct 2020
It is a truth universally acknowledged that a zombie in possession of brains must be in want of more brains.
Or, Yusuf Al-Kaysani protects his sister's secret, kills zombies, and will definitely never fall in love with that cold-hearted, arrogant Nicolò di Genova.
Or, I really wanted to write Joe/Nicky Regency fic but still have them kill things. Enjoy!