• NOTE FOR CLARIFICATION: Obvious proof that Dionysius and Apollo have been here.

overdue, a hephaestus/hestia mythfic, pg
(written for Lauren.)
Hephaestus turns to the past — and the library — in the hope of finding answers.
This was far outside his element. He was a man of his hands, a man of strength and fire and metal. This place was fragile and flammable, imposing in its intellectual depths. Philosophies made him dizzy, economics left him cross-eyed, and political history turned his stomach inside out. He had always been content to leave the written word to Athena, the higher echelons of thought to the likes of Psyche. He stood on firm ground with hammer, anvil, and forge. (4,317 words)

{HERE}

Reread it again this morning because REASONS. There’s no competing with Angie’s Hestia/Heph for ridiculous amounts of romantic.

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stephanierabig:

Our novel Faerietale is now available on the Nook!

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straying from the path; a retelling of little red riding hood

“I know these woods. I’ll lead you safely through their dark heart. There’s so much beauty you will miss, if you never stray from the path. So many delights you will never experience. Come, Miss Red, and let me show you the way.” (2,109 words) {HERE}

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zombres:

crucibles, a hawkeye/black widow (the avengers) fic, pg-13 
(written for last_archangel for helping me out of my block.)
Budapest and the aftermath. She is the close quarters, he is the long shot.
They have both been unmade and remade before. This is what being partners means.
(1,865 words)
(here)

Budapest speculation fic makes me happy. <3

fuckyeahthelito:

the subtle art (part one), a pygmalion/galatea, multi-character mythfic, pg-13 
the designer and his muse — children of olympus in a very different way. but what could someone, someone with dark intentions, want with them?
A simple confession and she felt weak and heartsick in its wake. Everything about this was wrong. How could she know up from down without her North Star? He was more than a husband, or a lover—she felt unreal without him, a face and figure without life or purpose. Only when he smiled at her, said her name, did she feel the turning of the world. She took her strength from him—without him, she was uprooted and tetherless. (6,006 words)
[HERE]

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Will always think of the Lito.

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Now I will never not think of Hermes/Morgan.

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