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Opposites Attract

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Reed was at his locker, looking for one of his books until his nose scrunched up from the smell of cigarettes. He looked up and around, his eyes locked onto Knox Black, who was smoking just down the hall. He scoffed in disgust, not only was the boy smoking but he was only fifteen, why would he start wasting away his life at that age? He could have so much to live for.

Except he didn't. Knox's homelife was shit, his dad sucked beyond belief and his mom died when he was younger. His older brother treated him like garbage. That wasn't out of the normal though, if you lived in the Undercity, like Knox, you didn't have much to live for. The Undercity was an awful place, not only to live in but to just see, it looked like a trash den. Though of course, since Reed was Uppercity what would he know?Todos os Direitos Reservados

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The Duke's Maiden

Archibald Collin's life is suffocatingly dull. A forgettable accountant with a two first names, a placcid personality, and a plain face, he finds solace only in his cat and the rigid monotony of his routine. So, when a glowing circle appears on his office bathroom floor, his first thought wasn't magic, but rather 'hallucinations due to too much overtime'. He was wrong. When he opens his eyes Archibald is in a fantastical world, staring at a man as breathtaking as he is arrogant: Theodwine Blythe, the Duke of Aethelgard. Blythe informs an anxiety stricken Archibald that he has been summoned to be his "Comfort Maiden". A magical conduit to stabilize the dangerous, life threatening mana overflowing within him. The job requires touch, intimacy, and far more physical contact with a man Archibald would like to keep away with a ten foot pole. Now, bound to a grumpy, sickly duke and trapped in a world of vibrant magic, Archibald must navigate his own deep seated anxieties and insecurities. But as a real connection forms with Blythe, Archie is forced to ask himself: is he merely a last resort, or could he truly be the salvation for a man barely knows?