“I don’t care for that honorifics crap. Well, I guess Ygritte hasn’t told you, did she?” “Told me what?” “What I thought. Just call me Robb. I don’t get off on people calling me titles.” “And what do you get off to then? If I may ask.” “Sure you can. I get off on people trusting me to do right by them. Which means that unless everyone is happy, it doesn’t work for me.” Or: where Theon Greyjoy and Robb Stark walk into Ygritte's BDSM club one evening. Calling it good karma is probably an understatement.

Short fics originally posted to my Tumblr, edited and collected here.

To draw out a likely blackmailer, Sui Zhou and Tang Fan have to manufacture some blackmail material.

The Flyers always have a way of making Kris lose control. Kris has been Sid's sub for years now, and he's seen it happen time and again. A night like tonight calls for some creativity in punishment.

Sam and Sebastian just want really want pizza and are willing to work for it, that's all. Just two friends getting a pizza fix... nothing gay to see here. (Then why does everyone keep watching?)