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Ancel's terrible, no good, very bad autumn by barbitone
Fandoms: Captive Prince - C. S. Pacat
13 Jan 2026
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A burst of laughter caught Ancel’s attention and he looked back into the hall, where the Patran bastard was laughing again, his hand resting casually on Berenger’s shoulder while Berenger did nothing to stop him.
“Lord Ancel, is something the matter?” Tessa asked.
“Yes,” he snarled. “I mean- no,” he amended when he chanced a glance at her to see she’d paled. “I don’t- I mean.” He took a breath. “Who is that-“ fucker “-man sitting next to my husband?”
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- Part 37 of Captive Prince Fanfiction
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Ancel’s mother had been a liar and a whore, but she’d still taught him a few things worth knowing before running off with a merchant’s son and leaving Ancel to fend for himself.
Always get your money up front.
No amount of gold is worth risking the pox.
And most importantly- a soul bond can be faked.
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- Part 36 of Captive Prince Fanfiction
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Art for kinktober 2025
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“Ancel, what…?” Berenger starts only to trail off.
Ancel wonders if he looks as insane as he feels. He’s barefoot and barely dressed, the dressing gown gaping open over his bare chest. His face is unpainted and his hair is wild. Is there still a mark on his neck from the knife? Or has that faded like the moment itself has faded. His death- because he knows now, he died- there and gone, and now, inexplicably, he’s back. Back to Varenne, back to Berenger, and none of it has happened.
Yet.
(Or: Ancel gets stuck in a time loop)
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- Part 35 of Captive Prince Fanfiction
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Only two lounge chairs were occupied. Berenger recognized Laurent immediately and raised his hand in greeting as he got closer. He didn’t look so different after five years. He’d always had an otherworldly beauty about him, but he seemed to have grown into it now, grown more masculine. He was lounging on a chair with a blue towel under him, reading a book in the shade. He looked up and gave Berenger a quick smile.
Beside him was a red haired bombshell, holding a fashion magazine in one hand and a glass of iced lemonade in the other. His nails were painted emerald green. He looked up too, watching Berenger through a pair of too-large pink-tinted sunglasses.
Berenger frowned. Auguste had said Ancel was here, but he didn’t see him.
“Where is…?” Berenger started, looking around. And then the red haired youth raised his sunglasses, pushing his hair back from his face, and smirked. His eyes were a startling shade of emerald.
Berenger stopped in his tracks.
“Hello, Berenger,” Ancel purred.
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- Part 34 of Captive Prince Fanfiction
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FE3H Fanfiction by barbitone
Fandom Fire Emblem: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem: Three Houses
17 Jul 2020
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“Promise me you’ll go home before eight,” Damen said.
“Of course,” Laurent said.
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- Part 3 of boiling the ocean
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24 Dec 2025
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At the end of a long day, Finch's voice telling John there's a prepared meal and how long to put it in the microwave means John is that much less likely to find himself a liquid dinner or go to sleep without.
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02 Jun 2025
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Harold and John begin a casual sex arrangement. It doesn't go particularly well.
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19 May 2025
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Catch a Boat to England, Baby (Maybe to Spain) by leupagus
Fandoms: Person of Interest (TV)
01 Apr 2013
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The car door opens and one of the soldiers slides in, almost braining Harold with the butt of his gun. "Sorry, sir," the soldier says, breathless, "I thought you were in the other car — but you weren't — so I had to jump out and—"
"Who are you?" Harold says, but the soldier's familiar; the tall one who'd looked embarrassed.
And who still looks embarrassed. "Oh. Sorry, sir. Um. John Harris. Private Harris? I'm your um, assigned unit. Sir.” He sticks out a hand.
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19 May 2025
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There were heavy velvet curtains over the windows.
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19 May 2025