Tybalt and Mercutio. Tybalt Capulet and Mercutio Montague. What were the 2 supposed to do when they fell in love, their families hated eachother and most importantly they most certainly were not gay. But they were in love. They were in love with eachother. So what else were they supposed to do but push the other away and fight eachother at any given point. But then Romeo and Juliet happened. They were drawn back together. Their families had a tolerance for the other. They were in love. Tybalt Capulet and Mercutio Montague. Tybalt and Mercutio.

A collection of my short, comedic fiction. Welcome! Thanks to _daunicorn for the excellent cover!

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"C'mon! I... It was... Ugh! I was under the influence! Just... Do me this solid dude" ~~~~~~~~~ Noah messed up. Like, royally messed up. As his oldest friend, and ultimate crush, Amelia announces her engagement to her boyfriend Russell, he loses it. He'd been in love with her forever. In a night of what's suppose to be celebration, Noah drinks his pain away. He drinks. And drinks. And drinks. And then he does the worst thing he possibly can. He send a voicemail to Amelia and Russell confessing his undying love for her, and basically begging her not to get married. How do you fix this horrible mistake?? Pretend to be gay of course. And with pretending to be gay, comes the fake boyfriend. Perfect plan! Right?

Lyra has been waiting for her Weaver to find her for years, unable to leave the safety of her home and only connected to him through passionate dreams - remembering nothing about him apart from his wild, sensual song. When the lone Weaver Grigore finally sweeps into her life, she finds herself instantly drawn to him, instantly recognising him as the man she had dreamt of for years. However, Lyra quickly runs into problems. Not only does he fail to recognise her but he's nothing like she imagined; cold, stubborn and determined to keep himself away from her. Rejected but determined to keep him safe as her magic whispers of his death, she follows him through danger and blood as he stalks his own hunt, desperate to shake the hooks that keeps pulling him back to her. First Volume of the Dark Folktales. This is a horror, erotic romance, with monster-of-the-week vibes, such as Buffy, Supernatural, Witcher, Claymore, and Van Helsing. (I'm a massive fan of the monster hunting genre.) Written from Sep 2011 until April 2014. This was the very first adult romance I'd written and has a plethora of problems. Despite this, I won't do further editing as I'm putting my efforts into a full re-write. Author's note - Please be mindful of what you're saying when commenting. I'm happy with helpful criticism, spelling/grammar pointers, questions or simple chatter. However, a tirade of needless, unhelpful complaints and just outright rude commentary is not welcome. My stories are terrible first drafts, they're going to be riddled with issues, so just politely highlight if you feel there's a problem. I'll listen and likely take on board the criticism. And if you're not enjoying it, that's fine, just move on and thank you for giving it a shot. The cover is my own art; sketched 2017. Mibba version which contains the original unedited draft: http://www.mibba.com/Stories/Read/394326/The-Weavers-Source/

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I loved this book, these are my head canons

What if everyone has a soul mate and what happens if they die before they meet you? They become your guardian angel and think about what could have been.

Leah: I moaned from how delicious his lips were. They were ethereal, but it wasn't enough. I wanted more. I tried moving my hands but he grabbed them and held them firmly above my head against the headboard. "Keep it there". He ordered. "Now listen to me, baby. I'm going to make love to you and then fuck you so hard until my name is all your can scream and your voice is gone". I whimpered and nodded frantically. ********* Brandon was my best friend from childhood and I have been in love with him for many years. But everytime I tried to express my feelings, I tap out like a coward. I'm thinking I need a push. Brandon: Fuck me! She was the most beautiful girl to me. I know Leah loves me and damn if I don't love her too with every fibre of my being but I couldn't claim her as mine. Yet. Why? Because I made a promise to her parents. But once Leah turns eighteen, all bets are off. *Mature content*

Slightly surreal, and not lacking in description. Works as a short story, but I might continue it at a later time. May appeal to artists, musicians, and romantics.