Ken sat on his hands and locked his arms rigid, shoulders almost brushing his ears. He glared at the table in front of him. A pile of photographs lay there, one on top of the other, ordinary, everyday things. The top one was a football.* From the Wilds series.
crawford/ken, dark, horror, pg13, scribblemoose, slash, weisskreuz
Ken leaned against the door to Crawford’s office, his heart thudding in his chest.* From the Wild series.
crawford/ken, dark, horror, nc17, scribblemoose, slash, smut, weisskreuz
“Ken, you need help. This isn’t an option.”* From the Wild series.
aya/yohji, crawford/ken, dark, horror, r, scribblemoose, slash, smut, weisskreuz
“It’s gone quiet back there at least.”* From the Wild series.
aya/yohji, crawford/ken, dark, horror, r, scribblemoose, slash, weisskreuz
Aya had half-buckled his coat and was on his way out of the door of the mobile flower shop when a movement in the dark caught his eye.* From the Wild series.
aya/yohji, crawford/ken, dark, nc17, scribblemoose, slash, smut, weisskreuz
Yohji had a thumping head, a ringing in his ears, and the nagging feeling that something was wrong.* From the Wild series.
aya/ken, crawford/ken, dark, nc17, scribblemoose, slash, smut, weisskreuz