Fifty Scents Of Red

Fifty Scents Of Red

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Dec 13, 2014
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Kankri Vantas, the talkative alpha troll. Everyone knows him, how could they not? With his phrases "Tag your triggers" and exceptionally long lectures, you simply just can't ignore him. Kankri isn't one for emotions, since he finds them triggering, but there was one emotion that he's hid for so long. Deep down in his heart, where hardly anyone could ever reach, Kankri Vantas was flushed for Latula Pyrope. Of course he would never tell her that! That was ridiculous! But there were nights where he couldn't stop thinking about her. He finally decided that, in order to score in the game, you have to change your strategy. How far will this Cancer go for love? Will this Libra accept or deny? Fifty Scents Of Red, where even the darkest shade has a story. - - - - No, this is nothing, absolutely NOTHING like that Fifty Shades of Grey thing. I would never sexualize abuse and stalking. No, this is just regular Katula (Kankri x Latula) smut...or will there be? Possibilities are endless. Homestuck belongs to Andrew Hussie. Plot belongs to me. Title belongs to my homo best friend. Cover belongs to its rightful artist.
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