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January 14, 2023

Homecoming Frost Queen – Fiction Short Story — Teens — Homecoming Ball

The dance music was pumping out of the speakers when Toby and Jack arrived at the dance. Jack looked about, scanning the crowd.

‘Well, we have our usual clicks going on but nothing out of the ordinary,’ reported Toby.

‘Hey! Geek squad!’ Steve called out as he approached them from behind, draping an arm over each of their shoulders.

‘Oh look, Toby,’ Jack said pointedly, ‘it’s the traitor.’

‘What?’ cried Steve. ‘I’m not a traitor!’

‘You ditched us for your more popular gang of friends,’ complained Jack.

‘I became the school quarterback,’ protested Steve. ‘I didn’t ditch anyone.’

‘Then explain not hanging out with us since the start of school, huh?’ Toby folded his arms.

‘I’ve just been busy. Look, I was hoping we could all hang out tonight.’

‘Because that’s not gonna end in disaster,’ muttered Jack.

‘Come, let me introduce you to the gang.’ Steve steered Toby and Jack towards his teammates who stood huddled and eyeing the girls passing by. ‘Guys, meet my friends, Toby and Jack.’

‘They’re your neighbours,’ corrected Dylan. ‘Doesn’t make them your friends.’

‘Dylan, play nice,’ warned Steve. He walked up to his teammates, grabbed a couple of glasses of punch from the table behind them and passed them to Toby and Jack. ‘So this is Dylan, that’s Geoff with the beard.’

‘Sup!’ Geoff raised a hand in a small wave.

‘And that’s Don with the tattoo,’ said Steve.

Don sized Toby and Jack up and down and nodded but said nothing.

‘Toby and Jack are two of the smartest guys in the school and my oldest friends,’ explained Steve. ‘I thought it would be nice for us all to hang out.’

Geoff shrugged. ‘Sure, whatever, man.’ He turned to Toby and Jack. ‘You boys know how to beer pong?’

‘Well, I mean, we know,’ began Toby.

‘Good, then we’re cool. Game later.’ Geoff grinned.

At that moment, Beth, the most popular girl in school, walked by. Her short sparkly dress was cropped mid-thigh, her hair was tied up with locks curled to perfection. She was the lead cheerleader. Jack and Toby shared a glance.

‘Hey, Beth,’ Dylan cooed, sliding to her to stop her.

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January 13, 2023

A Proper Goodbye – Dragon Age Fan-Fiction Erotic Romance Short Story

By binkyproductions

Nicolas helps Julien remember what happened to him in the Deep Roads
before the two lovers desperately grasp at this moment together which could be their last.

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Julien watched as the three men left down the path. He waited but Nicolas remained inside the cabin. He entered. ‘Mon amour?’
        Nicolas stood staring at the hearth, looking grim.
        ‘Are you going to tell me what that was about?’
        Nicolas turned his head to look at him, his eyes were filled with tears. ‘I love you so much, Julien.’
        ‘I love you, Nicolas.’ He frowned in concern and walked to Nicolas, taking his hands in his. ‘Tell me what is going on, please?’ Nicolas just stared at him, his blond moustache twitching. ‘Every time you look at me of late, you seem…chagrined. I am only worried. If I have done or said something—’
        ‘It’s not that,’ Nicolas quickly interjected.
        ‘Then what is it?’
        Nicolas turned his head away from Julien.
        ‘Nicolas,’ Julien breathed, elongating his lover’s name. He gently turned his face back towards him. ‘You look at me with such sorrow, why? Why are you so sad, Nicolas?’
        Julien waited anxiously as Nicolas stared at him, his expression unreadable. ‘We’re dead.’
        Julien scowled. ‘Dead? Because of the taint? Because the Calling will find us?’
        Nicolas shook his head. ‘We died. Killed.’
        ‘What?’ Died. It was past tense. Julien’s stomach tightened. ‘How?’ His heart was racing.
        Nicolas backed away and led him to their bed. They sat down.
        ‘Do you remember going into the Deep Roads with King Maric?’ Nicolas asked carefully.
        Julien thought about it. The memory seemed to come back to him as if through a haze.
        ‘Yes. We were searching for Geneviève’s brother.’
        ‘Do you remember what happened after?’
        Julien furrowed his brows in concentration. ‘We found him…wait…no, we didn’t…it’s all a bit hazy.’ His certainty began to ebb, only to be replaced by confusion. He searched for the memory and wondered why everything he thought he remembered suddenly seemed so unreal. Panic took him and his breathing became erratic. ‘I…I don’t remember.’
        Nicolas placed his hand on Julien’s face and looked him in the eyes as though searching. ‘Do you remember how we got back to the surface?’
        ‘I…’ Julien held his breath; he could not find the memory. ‘No,’ Julien conceded.
        Nicolas swallowed, and his Adam’s Apple rippled. ‘What do you remember?’
        Julien focused on the memory, glancing away. ‘I remember the dragon. It was coming down; that idiot warden did the stupidest thing and brought it down. But it wasn’t dead yet.’ He chuckled. ‘Brave lad. And…’ Julien looked deep into Nicolas’s eyes. ‘I saved Duncan.’
        Nicolas nodded.
        ‘And the dragon…gnawed on me.’ Julien’s heart sank and fear gripped him, yet not for his own death. He let out a shaking breath as the memories flooded his mind. ‘I died.’
        Nicolas nodded, tears pouring down his face. ‘You died.’ A sob escaped him.
        Julien felt panic for Nicolas. ‘That was Maric, Duncan and Kell back there! Are they dead too?’ Nicolas shook his head. Julien’s heart dropped. ‘But then how did you…’ He was unable to complete the question.
        Nicolas heaved, holding Julien’s hands more tightly. ‘I held you. I begged – no demanded – Fiona to heal you, but you were gone, you were already gone.’ Julien’s heart broke at his lover’s sorrow. ‘I couldn’t let you go, I wouldn’t let you go.’ Tears poured freely down Nicolas’s face as he let out another sob. ‘We let your body sink into the deep pools and I felt dead inside.’ He put a wrist to his mouth, closing his eyes tightly.
        ‘Nicolas, mon amour, I am here now.’
        A wail escaped Nicolas as he took Julien in his arms, holding him tightly. ‘Julien, I…’ He wept. ‘A demon took us into the Fade. The others are trying to get out, but I…’ Nicolas heaved again, his anguish loud.
        Julien understood what Nicolas had done. He held his face in his hands and looked him deep in the eyes, tears pouring down his face as well.
        ‘You didn’t have to, Nicolas.’
        ‘I did.’ He heaved. ‘For at least a chance to be with you for a bit. For at least a chance to say a proper goodbye.’
        Julien pulled Nicolas into his arms and buried his face in his shoulder. ‘Oh, Nicolas, mon amour.’ He sobbed loudly. He was sad and glad at the same time. He pressed his cheek against Nicolas’s.
        ‘This place,’ Nicolas began, still heaving, ‘it could be our creation or the demon’s.’
        ‘I was here before it found you, no?’
        ‘It could have used your soul.’
        ‘Then if this all disappears,’ Julien mused tearfully as he held his lover tightly, ‘we will be in the Fade and find each other again and create this place anew.’ Julien felt Nicolas’s tears on his face. He closed his eyes. ‘I love you, Nicolas. I always have, and I love you more for what you sacrificed for me today…just so you could be with me forever.’
        Nicolas pulled away, leaning his forehead on Julien’s. ‘I don’t know if we have forever.’
        Julien’s heart swelled with chagrin, and his stomach lurched with fear. He captured Nicolas’s lips with his and kissed him ardently. The man’s moustache was wet and Julien tasted Nicolas’s salty tears. He pressed his lips harder, breathing heavily, and a groan escaped him. A sob escaped Nicolas as he nibbled Julien’s lower lip.
        Breathless, Julien wiped the tears from Nicolas’s face. ‘Ne pleure pas.’ He tried to sound soothing.
        Nicolas gave him a wan smile. ‘You’re one to talk.’ He wiped Julien’s tears with his thumb.
        Julien merely looked at Nicolas for a few moments. ‘I’m sorry,’ he whispered. Nicolas seemed confused. ‘I’m sorry I died. I’m sorry we could not have this future for real.’
        ‘Don’t be. The taint would have taken us eventually. We knew whatever time we had would never be forever.’
        Julien passed his hand through Nicolas’s long blond hair, caressing his lover’s skin as he did so. ‘Then this might be the last time I truly see you.’ He shook his head. ‘I will find you again. Or perhaps you are wrong, we will remain here forever.’
        Nicolas looked down. ‘All I know is I did not have the chance to say goodbye.’
        ‘And how would you have said goodbye to me, then?’
        Nicolas looked up at him, his eyes no longer shedding tears but burning with a fire that sent a tingle vibrating through Julien’s body.

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Keeping Warm – Dragon Age Fan-Fiction Erotic Romance Short Story

By binkyproductions

Duncan and Fiona resort to more creative ideas to keep warm
only to discover how much they truly desire each other.

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Duncan lay on his back on his makeshift cot in his tent, bundled between several blankets he had brought. He’d have thought after all these years as a Grey Warden and travelling and camping out, he’d have gotten used to Ferelden’s bitter cold weather, but no, he had not. He blamed his time at the palace and several estates, looking over the young Alistair in the luxurious warmth of fully furnished homes.
        He was camped out near the Storm Coast now. He and a group were travelling to the Free Marches in an attempt to find any sign or clue of what may have happened to King Maric. The King had travelled the seas and disappeared not too long ago. Loghain had been adamant about finding Maric before determining what to do about anything else.
        Duncan wasn’t travelling with only soldiers of the royal court. Fiona was with him too. He was glad of it. She was his good friend, and the mother of Alistair whom he looked after. She was a former lover of King Maric’s and had volunteered to search for him with Duncan.
        ‘Do you still love him,’ Duncan had asked her. ‘Not in the way that I used to,’ had been her reply. Fiona had stated that she was out here for Duncan because she missed the old days of travelling with him and cherished him as a friend. She wanted to see him succeed and wanted to be there for him if he needed her. He appreciated that. They had been through a lot together, after all.
        A gust of wind made the tent billow. Duncan shivered. It wasn’t winter and yet it felt like it was. His body was shaking from the cold.
        He had kept his armour on, only removing the excess metal plates – which didn’t serve to keep him warm anyway – so he could lie down more comfortably. Comfortable in such weather was hardly what he’d call it, but he had tried his best.
        He heard something outside his tent and the flap to its entrance opened to reveal Fiona standing just beyond. Duncan looked up at her from where he lay, bundled and shivering as he was. Even now, older than she had been when he had first known her, she was a beautiful elf. And he wondered why he was noticing this.
        She entered the tent. Her staff emitted a soft glow, just enough to light the tent in a subtle amber luminescence.
        Fiona closed the tent’s flap behind her and moved towards him. ‘I can hear your teeth chattering from across the camp. And that’s on top of the wind’s howling.’
        Duncan chuckled. His teeth had been chattering quite a bit, he had to admit. ‘Yes well, it’s cold Fiona, what do you expect?’
        Fiona gave him a pointed look but said nothing.
        ‘Well, since you’re here, can you do something to help make me warm?’
        Fiona set her staff down on the floor and sat down next to Duncan. She shrugged. ‘I used up all my mana earlier. I’m a bit depleted, if I’m honest.’
        ‘Great.’ His body trembled a bit more before settling down as he attempted to find a position in which he’d feel a bit warmer. ‘Then are you just here to watch me shiver and complain about it? Because if you are, then don’t bother. If you can’t help me keep warm, then you’re not allowed to complain about it.’
        Fiona raised a brow.
        ‘Sorry, I’m just…really cold!’
        He noticed Fiona rubbing her hands together, her shoulders hunched from the cold, and she shivered too.
        She sighed. ‘There might be something,’ she said. Duncan perked up. ‘But don’t get any funny ideas.’ He shook his head. ‘I’ve heard of people keeping others warm with their bodies.’
        ‘Okay,’ said Duncan, a little too quickly. ‘What do you propose?’
        ‘I act as a blanket.’
        ‘So, what, you just lie on top of me, or…?’ Duncan was confused, but if it was going to warm him up, who was he to complain.
        ‘That’s exactly what I’m proposing,’ Fiona replied.

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The Red Herring – Fiction Short Story — Detective — Mystery — Romance

By binkyproductions

Peter watched the interrogation from the other side of the glass window, musing over what their prime suspect was divulging while he waited for forensics to return with any fingerprints. He absently passed his thumb and index over his moustache.

Their suspect, a lean woman with a sultry voice whose long wavy hair fell below her breasts, sat with an arm draped over the back of the interrogation chair, jutting her chest out to expose her cleavage, as though she were giving a celebrity interview. God only knew she thought of herself as one. Her lavish crimson dress was cut at just the right angles and the way she moved only made the heat rise to Peter’s face.

Peter’s colleague, Michael, concluded the interrogation and entered the room Peter was watching from. Peter cleared his throat. Michael looked completely unphased.

‘Certainly lives up to her name, doesn’t she?’ Peter remarked. ‘What, with that dress.’

Michael shrugged. ‘Unlike you, I wasn’t paying attention to what she was wearing, I was busy asking her the right questions.’

‘We need to piece the timeline,’ Peter prompted, quickly changing the subject.

‘Dinner party with concert afterwards, except our victim never makes it to the concert after retreating to change, the other guests arrive late, while the smoke alarm in the manor goes off before our victim is found by the maid.’

‘Did you speak to her? The maid?’

Michael rolled his eyes. ‘Sadly, yes. She’s insufferable. Complaints left and right, droning on about nothing ever left in its place once touched by anyone, and her laugh, ugh, I think she’s a witch.’

‘A witch? Really?’ Peter chuckled.

‘Have you heard her laugh?’ Michael’s eyes widened. ‘She cackles!’ He shook his head. The overhead light cast a soft glow on his five o’clock shadow — it had been a long day, and it was far from over.

Peter chuckled again. He looked over at their suspect who turned to sit facing the glass –the mirror from her side– and puckered her lips seductively.

Peter cleared his throat. ‘I swear, she knows we’re watching her.’

Michael placed a hand on Peter’s shoulder. ‘If she’s cleared, are you going to take her home?’