Fics like More Whiskey than Blood

After his third failed relationship in as many months, Yule made an ultimatum: no more boyfriends. Sex only. And it’d better be good sex, at that. He thought he was starting out on the right foot with his first target: K’aekniv, the commander of the First Infantry, a giant half-angel known mostly for living at the bar, being an idiot, and fucking anything that moves. Definitely not boyfriend material. No risk of feelings getting involved whatsoever. And probably a good time, if he’s giant, well, everywhere. It was a good time. The first time. And the second. And the third. And then it’s twice a week, and then he’s waking up in his bed, and then he’s getting worried when he goes off to battle only to turn up two weeks later half-dead on his operating table. But it’s not a relationship. It can’t be. It won’t be. Yule won’t let it get that far. No. More. Boyfriends. …maybe. --Updates weekly on Sundays!--

Fics like More Whiskey than Blood

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