Recommendations of completed BoyxBoy/ManxMan/ManxBoy stories.

A new patient arrives at the asylum where Flug works. The doctor is offered to take care of him, but refuses. Except when his coworker, who was assigned to watch over this mysterious newcomer instead, does not respond to calls while still being in the patient's room, the doctor with a paper bag on his head is left without a choice. He has to go in there. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── Highly inspired by the creator of the Villainous Asylum AU, zwagyzonk on tumblr. Cover art is also made by them. (Link: https://zwagyzonk.tumblr.com). At this point this fic has little to do with zwagyzonk's version, but it's still their original idea. Just to clear up any possible questions, this fic is set before canon. Obvious "dead dove: do not eat" (especially chapter 16 and 18), even though I've never had anyone complain about the lack of warnings (thank god for this fandom). Overall this book is extremely fluffy and admittedly ooc :) This fic has tts now. I have no idea why, since it just appeared (even the tag), but it's neat c: ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── Total word count - 58701 Word count (chapter. word count): 1. 2264 2. 2282 3. 2516 4. 2498 5. 2043 6. 2441 7. 2828 8. 2133 9. 2820 10. 2381 11. 2073 12. 1952 13. 2683 14. 3783 15. 3833 16. 2129 17. 2378 18. 5327 19. 3792 20. 4773 Epilogue. 1772

You've been employed to assassinate a brutal Orc war-chief. Seems like a simple job, yes? Kill a notoriously blood-thirsty Orc, who by the way has pillaged and murdered his way across your country? Sounds easy. But sometimes, business can become pleasure.

Book 1 HomeLess Book 2 ReckLess Book 3 SenseLess Being homeless isn't the end of the world. At least, that's what Zachary thought when he found himself on the streets after being kicked out at seventeen. It hadn't been his fault. His father had used him as a scapegoat and won his mother over, thinking that her husband was telling the truth about his cheating and that Zachary was the one who was bringing women over, trying to ruin their marriage. He'd argued his side, but once his mother decided on something, her mind would not be changed. That's how he came to live in the alley near the end of 73rd street between the old bakery and a laundromat. It wasn't anything special, but after three years he'd managed to spruce up the place and make it almost-bearable to live in. Over the years he'd made friends with random people he often passed on the streets and did manage to hold down a few random jobs, but like everything else, they came, then went. Now he was left with fifteen dollars and twenty-two cents, a torn blanket, one outfit, and a dream for a better life. He just didn't know that he'd find it somewhere he'd never thought to look... or with someone he never knew he'd want.