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Ryan Whelan knew fear. He had only known fear all his life. There was a rot inside him that threatened to spill out and poison everything around him.
Ryan should not be getting this close to a boy as beautiful as Naim Reid. The poisoned rot could not be allowed to taint the only good thing that Ryan had in this lifetime.
Any yet, Ryan wanted.
But could he want enough to be brave and face the truth of who he really is.
Or: A retelling of the Leviticus film from Ryan's point of view.
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- Part 1 of Our Names, Entwined
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03 Aug 2026
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Nick's having a pretty good morning in his apartment before he's in a short text exchange with Jack.
Beta Wolf: Code Hazel.
Alpha Wolf: ?
Beta Wolf: Come downstairs.
Nick knows fuck all about what Jack means by "Code Hazel" and he's not inclined to go downstairs. Except he likes Jack, sometimes, and the other man really wouldn't text him unless he had a valid reason.
Nick's not expecting who else is at the door.
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25 Jul 2026
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Somehow the blonde boy had completely hypnotised him. That was how Naim felt about it, for lack of a better word.
Otherwise he would not be so worked up over the fact it had been nearly two months and he still had not so much as grazed a hand beneath Ryan's waistband.
How absurd was that?
Or, Naim gets to the bottom of why Ryan never lets him get him off.
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06 Jul 2026
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Tall and blond. Richard noticed that first. Probably natural, the hair that is, since the curls poking out underneath his western hat weren’t bleached-colored. His height, too, jesus. It wasn’t hard to be taller than Richard, most people were, but he easily towered well over a foot over him, and Richard was the one on the porch. Built like Adonis, hard chest and rippling, swollen arms underneath a flannel, thighs thick with muscles covered by clad jeans, and a strong, square jaw. He had a frustrated hand on his hip, one knee bent that rose the hem of his pant leg, exposing a well-loved pair of boots.
Turn around, Richard silently pleaded, I don’t even know you, but turn around—
─ ⊹ ⊱꒰☆꒱⊰ ⊹ ─
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richard is a published author who needs a break, and stays at a texas ranch where he meets a tall, blond, cowboy, and the texas heat sorta gets to his head.
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22 May 2026
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He repeats it a few times, scratches his neck, slaps himself again, and then falls into his bed. He groans at the way it bothers his bruised ribs, but he lays there in the pain, letting it cleanse him from his thoughts earlier.
Here, in the haze of his pain, he is whole, normal, pure. He is repenting, paying his dues, accepting his punishment. He doesn’t need his pa for that, he can do it himself, make sure he’s not some dirty gay.
Gary hasn’t believed in God in a very long time; in fact, he’s certain there isn’t one. But there has to be some truths in the world, and this has to be one of them.
Gary Barkovitch is normal. And if he isn’t, he’ll break himself until his bones set right.
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OR - All Gary Barkovitch's life, he has been the starving mutt wandering the edge of the street light, baring his teeth at any approaching person. Maybe, now in Maine, he can learn to lower his hackles and let people in.Series
- Part 1 of aijad-verse
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14 May 2026