What urges you to this violence? I don't know. Are you proud of it? Yes. Will you continue? Yes. Until when? Until he will be entirely mine. Warning: Dark! Non/con elements, ScotEng, Incest.

Alasdair Kirkland has been a guard in Deva, a large but sleepy town in a quiet backwater of the Empire, for ten years. In that time, he hasn't witnessed many unnatural deaths, but one day he finds a dead man in an alleyway with a very distinctive rose resting on his chest. That rose changes Alasdair's entire life. (Fantasy AU murder mystery; slow burn Scotland/France.) COMPLETE

Arthur Kirkland is ten years old and he hates Christmas shopping for his siblings; all he really wants is to go home and drink some tea and wait for Santa! Is that too much to ask? But... maybe Christmas isn't about shoving your elder brother into the chimmney. Maybe it's something more. Christmas fic, USUK if you squint.