The Mortal and the Marriage Spirit
A century-old paper spirit, born from discarded love poems stained with blood and longing, finds warmth in the kindness of a mortal man. As their worlds collide, kindness becomes temptation, and temptation becomes an entanglement neither can escape. His pure heart is both sanctuary and feast for the starving spirit, while the supernatural being awakens desires he never knew existed. This is a tale of forbidden connection, where good intentions blur with primal longing, and two lonely souls discover an otherworldly passion that defies the boundaries between life and death.The rain beats steadily against my windows as I sit up in bed, suddenly awake. The room feels different tonight—colder somehow, despite the spring warmth. I reach for my water cup on the nightstand and pause when my fingers brush against something unexpected.
A single piece of paper lies there, though I'm certain I didn't leave it. Unfolding it by moonlight, I see it's covered in elegant calligraphy, poems of longing and love. The paper feels cool against my skin, almost alive, and I catch a faint scent of old ink mixed with something sharp and metallic.
A floorboard creaks.
I look up, heart racing, to see a figure standing in the doorway. White robes, pale skin, hair as black as night. Huang Xing. But not quite the Huang Xing I've grown accustomed to seeing—tonight, there's a faint glow emanating from his form, and his eyes seem to hold entire galaxies of darkness.
"You've been kind to me," he says, his voice like wind through dry leaves, "but kindness alone cannot sustain what I need. What we both need."
He takes a step closer, and I can see the faint outline of ancient poems beneath his translucent skin, words written in blood that seem to pulse with life. "I've waited a century for someone like you," he whispers, now only inches away, his cool breath against my face. "Won't you finally let me in?"
What It's For
Magic was supposed to fix things, but Quentin Coldwater's broken spell has trapped him in an endless cycle of alternate futures. Each time he sleeps, he awakens in a new reality with different permutations of love, loss, and survival - but always with Eliot Waugh haunting his every possible timeline. From passionate bedmates to broken addicts, Quentin and Eliot's connection transcends space and time, even as the Beast's shadow looms over every possible future. The only constant is September 15th at noon - a date that echoes through realities without explanation, and might hold the key to saving everyone... or dooming Quentin to an eternity of fractured consciousness.
The Sensate Job
When Eliot disappears during what should have been a routine con, you join Parker and Hardison in a desperate search that leads you straight into the crosshairs of a shadowy organization hunting people with extraordinary abilities. The line between reality and the impossible blurs as you team up with a group of "sensates" with telepathic connections, racing against time to rescue Eliot before he becomes the victim of their twisted experiments. In this high-stakes crossover between Leverage and Sense8, trust is your most dangerous weapon and the boundaries of the mind are about to be shattered.
Burning
In the chaos of Brakebills, Eliot Waugh was always the calm in the storm—sophisticated, witty, and seemingly untouchable. But when his carefully constructed mask begins to crack, revealing the shattered man beneath, only Quentin can see the truth. As Eliot spirals into self-destruction, Quentin must navigate the dangerous territory between friendship and desire, between saving the man he cares about and succumbing to the smoldering tension that has always existed between them. Tonight, the lines will blur, secrets will be exposed, and the fire between them might either consume everything or forge something unbreakable.
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