Samotfan fiction
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Friends at the Table (Podcast)
Fits and Starts
by LuckyDiceKirby
When they tell Samol, he laughs hard enough to shake the trees."Oh, boys," he says, holding Maelgwyn in his arms. "What have you gotten yourselves into now?"
Friends at the Table (Podcast)
Brick by Brick
by LuckyDiceKirby
As Samothes crept closer, the wolf tilted its head and then shifted. For a moment, it was Severia sitting there, gazing at herself in the water. And then she flickered, and there stood a pale figure Samothes recognized as one of the people from his city. And then in another beat of Samothes' heart, a young man with golden blonde hair cascading down his back knelt beside the lake instead, a wolfskin cloak wrapped around his shoulders.
Friends at the Table (Podcast)
A potentially explicit work
Friends at the Table (Podcast)
A potentially explicit work
Friends at the Table (Podcast)
A potentially explicit work
Friends at the Table (Podcast)
while our shadows keep
by LuckyDiceKirby
Samot has three conversations over wine.
Friends at the Table (Podcast)
A potentially explicit work
Friends at the Table (Podcast)
i used to be a king
by Jagged
Relationships are all about compromise. Also, dogs.
Friends at the Table (Podcast)
A potentially explicit work
Friends at the Table (Podcast)
A potentially explicit work
Friends at the Table (Podcast)
erelong
by jubilantly
In which Samothes tries to figure out what to say to Samot.
Friends at the Table (Podcast)
A potentially explicit work
Friends at the Table (Podcast)
A potentially explicit work
Friends at the Table (Podcast)
A potentially explicit work
Friends at the Table (Podcast)
This Close, Long Ago
by owl_light
Hadrian's fingers card through Samot's hair with a familiarity unknown to him, and when Samot turns his head and kisses the heel of Hadrian's palm, he's kissing Samothes, but it's Hadrian who feels it.
Friends at the Table (Podcast)
let's not talk of love or chains, things we can't untie
by definitelyfinch
Samot knows what’s coming. He’s been relearning the cartography of his body, knows the ravine of morning glory along the dip of his waist, the purple flowers half-open in the hazy afternoon light. He pauses, waits, then speaks. “You,” Samot clears his throat, tries again, “you can touch them, if you want.” Or, Samot arrives in Aubade, hurt and aching and longing. This time, they're taking it slowly.
Friends at the Table (Podcast)
A potentially explicit work
Friends at the Table (Podcast)
my knives and my heart
by Yellow
the first time samot ever scolded samothes + the first time samothes saw samot as an equal.