Worked about three hours on this so here's the (still incomplete) list of my fics called The Damn Fic Index:
[link]
and a Fic List for those who want to keep track of what I'm working on at the moment:
[link]
See ya all... someday.


GC: Welcome home--GC: Welcome home
WHAM!
Kon peeked out the open office door from behind his computer screen as the front door was loudly slammed close and someone stormed into the apartment. Judging by the sound of shoes, a coat and a briefcase being thrown in random directions and, luckily, hitting the walls, Kon reckoned his younger twin just came back from another stressful day of work.
"Had a nice day? " He called from the office not even moving to see what was wrong with his brother. Ichigo was going to invade his room either way to bitch about his coworkers or that madman boss of his teasing him again and making him work twice a


GC: InflamedStarrk was lost the very moment he saw him enter the room.GC: Inflamed
Ah, he was the most beautiful, deliciously hot, scorching walking sin Starrk had ever encountered. And boy, he'd pretty much give anything to get burned by the blazing fire that was Kurosaki Ichigo.
His outrageous hair the color of the setting sun; the expressive brown eyes with flecks of gold piercing through you to the very core of your being, striking with strength and stubbornness; the scowl that never disappeared no matter if it was him speaking or someone else, the pink lips set in a thin line looking so painfully tasty; the slender neck just begging to


GC: MothThose brown eyes, brown with flecks of gold, tarnished gold. Piercing to the core. With a light so blinding, immobilizing. Eyes holding so much strength, such stubborn resolution. Striking. Stunning. Expressive in so many ways.GC: Moth
Eyes that caught him off guard every time. Eyes that had him meeting them every time unable to look away. Eyes that had him yearning for more, coming back for more. Burning , setting on fire. That left him desperate.
Eyes.
Eyes that were his light. His source of life. Of strength. Even though he'd never admit that.
It wasn't like him to be so concentrated on one targe
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"It does not do well to dwell on dreams and forget to live."
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I'm a pervert in training.
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"It does not do well to dwell on dreams and forget to live."
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I'm a pervert in training.
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"It does not do well to dwell on dreams and forget to live."
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