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Three months ago, Gilbert Morris fought a monster with Edward Alcott. Now, Ned is barely answering his letters, and Gilbert knows something is wrong. Before he can find out what, Ned's enemies find him. They can't let this thing between them go unspoken any more, and Gilbert refuses to be pushed away.
A Victorian era paranormal romance adventure featuring a strange detective/loyal sidekick dynamic, homoerotic wound care, and the trials and tribulations of having an evil magic dad.
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- Part 2 of Alcott and Morris: Occult Detectives
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Impulsive, easy-going journalist from the East End of Victorian London, Gilbert Morris, is having the worst year of his life. After losing his closest friend to a mysterious watery demise, he is surrounded by people who refuse to admit that anything occult is going on. In desperation, he turns to cold, remote Edward Alcott, whose business cards simply say seeing the unseen. It's the start of a lifelong partnership.
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- Part 1 of Alcott and Morris: Occult Detectives
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They'd fallen together in Paris, the first time, the four of them dizzy with dancing and dusk and each other. Nothing like romance, but much, much more than a passing fancy. Maisie didn’t have a word for it. They didn’t need one, between them, like this.
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Kim bares his teeth in what is nominally a smile, rather than a snarl. “Thank you, Mr Darling,” he says crisply, into the stunned silence.
Will crosses his arms, and glares out at the table. Shoulder to shoulder, not touching, not needing to. “You’re welcome, Mr Secretan.”
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“Corvin,” Philip said at once. “Have you seen Corvin?”
“I– what? Not since last night, no?”
“He didn’t bid us goodnight last night,” John said.
“Is that… unusual?” Guy asked, trying desperately to be tactful.
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At the request of his beloved twin sister, Frederick Avington agrees to wear a wedding dress and pose as fiancée to Lord Montcroix. It's only supposed to be a distraction, to allow her the time she needs to elope with her lover, but before he can stop it, he finds himself legally Baroness Montcroix.
William Montcroix, newly titled and back in England after spending years fighting Napoleon's forces, has resigned himself to a loveless marriage with a woman he's never met. But the woman to whom he finds himself married isn't a woman at all--and he can't say he minds.
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Jack was still not quite sure how Darling had managed to swing them a shared staircase with no one else on it for their final year. "Interlopers, my dear Jonathan," Darling had said, "are not to be borne in this, our collegiate idyll."
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gifts from a nameless wood by evilmageclub for silberkuste
Fandoms: Friends at the Table (Podcast)
31 Jan 2022
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Samothes invents the silvered mirror and Samot rewrites a cautionary tale.
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The story behind Neoscum is like something out of a movie. (Or, a day in the life of a rock band.)
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Tryst was like if you took all of Leenik’s worst impulses and made them hot. Only in Tryst they didn’t feel—dangerous. Or they did, but the good kind of dangerous, not the unbalanced, fragile kind. In Tryst they were the kind of dangerous that made you fun at parties, rather than the kind that got you psychiatric screenings. Tryst took the spikes out of Leenik’s free-falling self-destruction and made him think—infectious and certain—that he was going to land safely before before he leapt.
He was usually wrong. Which was how they ended up back at the Bluebird, at 8 am, two hours into Leenik’s shift, slumped into a booth. Leenik was tipped forward with his head on the table. Bacta’s head was on his knee, the rest of him splayed across the bench. He felt kind of weird about that—not Bacta in his space, he’d had that for five years easy as breathing. It was the six months that he hadn’t that was making it weird.