Entries tagged with fan fiction [it occurs to me that i am america.]

Written for

noneedofcrepe! I hope it fits your canon <333

two-headed boy, all floating in glass
harry potter
pg
barty/regulus
450 words
summary: barty tells him about the dark lord, tells him that they are both old enough to understand their places in this new world.

( you wanted to go back to where you feel safe, hear your brother's laughter, see your mother's face, but your childhood home is just powder white bone. you'll never find your way back. )

So! My idea with this was that Barty and Regulus obviously both have CRAZY MOTHER ISSUES, and Barty would kind of see Regulus as smaller/weak/defenseless, and he kind of takes up the maternal role, like he keeps people away from him (because he’s a delicate flower) and feeds him and shit. And at first Regulus is all: OH MY GOD, WHAT IS HE DOING? WHAT IS HE DOING? but then he figures out that he kind of likes the cuddling, and other people aren’t all that great, anyway.

Someday I might like to write more on this! Idek, though, since I seriously had to stop myself from signing up to write for the HSM Big Bang (bad idea, bad bad bad idea)>.>

Mood::

contemplative

Music:: That's Okay -The Hush Sound

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tresa_cho requested Tamora Pierce femmeslash for this meme (there are still 7 drabbles open, by the way, if anyone wants to request one :D), and I've had a devoted love of Kel/Lalasa since I was a kid.

There are some d/S themes (because that's apparently my new favorite thing), since I tend to write out the naturally dominant and submissive roles when I write sex, and I remembered that Lalasa had that history of abuse (and maybe rape? IDEK, it's been forever since I've read Protector), and Kel has her whole Cold And Emotionless Yamani thing going on. I liked the idea of Kel giving up her control and of Lalasa taking it.

Title: the rest of her here
Rating: R (lightly)
Word Count: ~600
Pairing: Kel/Lalasa
Summary: Kel, for all of her fighting and odd, contained aggression, knows how to handle fragile things.
Warnings: mild sex, mild d/S

( I'm developing my sense of humor, so I can laugh at my heart between your teeth )

Music:: Fuck Was I -JOY

Mood::

okay

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There's. . .freaking out? And heterosexual sex? Only a little bit of heterosexual sex. I've got to ease back into that.

For

lastfallen_hope, as her backup gift for

gossipgirlsanta! It's not much longer than the bit I already posted, but there's an ending and everything! <333

Title: wedding bands, cigarettes
Pairing: Chuck/Blair
Word Count: roughly 2500
Rating: R
Warnings: future!fic, marriage proposals, fluff, mild sex in a dressing room, het written by a mostly slasher
Summary: Chuck takes a deep breath before launching into an in-depth speech on the positive aspects of living with him, mostly involving never having to work while still continuing to live in the manner to which she has become accustomed and having him without the risk of being cheated on with multiple groups of prostitutes, because married men apparently have morals that single men do not.

( those boys who kiss and bite, they are the brilliant ones who speak and write with silver lies. they sing in clever tongues, oh how my knees go weak to be the one she kicks and bucks )

Mood::

thoughtful

Music:: The Boys Are Too Refined -The Hush Sound

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MEME FUN.

THE FIRST TEN PEOPLE WHO COMMENT TO THIS POST get to request a drabble/short!fic from any fandom (from my list. . .and possibly provide some form of prompt?) In return, those ten people have to post this in their journals, regardless of their ability level.

Fandoms: Harry Potter, House, The Sound and the Fury, Gossip Girl, Nightrunner, A Separate Peace, Torchwood, RPS (bandom-wise, Panic and Fall Out Boy mostly, but I can delve into MCR and the Hushies &c&c. I’ll try pretty much anything in indie bandom or just weird, random pairings), Tamora Pierce, Dead Poets Society, Swing Kids, Psych, High School Musical, a lot of random books and movies.

(It would be so super cool if you did this. Hopefully it will kickstart me to actual finish writing something.)

eta:

1. Tamora Pierce - Kel/Lalasa - for

tresa_cho
2. Harry Potter - Regulus/Barty - for

noneedofcrepe
3. The Sound and the Fury - Quentin/Caddie - for

fallen_woman

Music:: let's not shit ourselves (to love and be loved) -bright eyes

Mood::

thoughtful

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Three things!

+ I start attempting to sell girl scout cookies to unwilling consumers today. Watch out.

+ I accidentally started writing a bandom Grand Ole Opry AU as a joke the other day, and it sort of turned epic. I don't know how many bandom people I have on my flist, but. . .Brendon Urie escapes a crazy Baptist household in Knoxville and hitchhikes to Nashville. Spencer Smith is basically just Spencer Smith with an awesome accent, because he needs no alterations. Ryan Ross is the most flamboyant cowboy ever. Jon Walker's smile is made of sunshine and rainbows. Pete Wentz owns the Opry, but Patrick Stump actually runs it. Oh, and My Chemical Romance is a kickass alt-country band. Seriously, it's ridiculous, and I love it.

+Sometime in the coming weekend, I might post a National Treasure fic in which Riley is an Obama fanboy and attempts to fabricate conspiracy theories so they can go meet him. It's quick and sort of adorable (I can't break into Barack Obama's blackberry! I-I love him!) and also the product of not doing trig homework when I really, really should have been doing trig homework.

Mood::

geeky

Music:: when the day met the night -panic at the disco

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I'm reposting this here, since our secret identities have been revealed at fandomcommerce, and what better way to celebrate an upcoming Valentine's Day than disfunctional porn?

Title: Every Breath We Drew
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: NC17
Pairing(s): Remus/Sirius, Remus/Regulus, Sirius/Regulus
Word Count: 2,500
Warnings: Sex, angst, Blackcest, language, underage people doing things with other underage people
Notes: written for bloodredsummer, in fandomcommerce. Completely ignores all Regulus canon from Deathly Hallows. Library sex inspired by Atonement.

( waxing candles and burning cobwebs )

Mood::

content

Music:: you could write a book -someone still loves you, boris yeltsin

location: horizontal, on the sofa, with pre-valentines angst chocolate

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This is for moony_luna , who is sixteen today and is also, like, my favorite. She wanted it, and I’ve had a week off school for snow. This how all Great Art is born (HAPPY BIIIIIRTHDAY, DEAR)

Title: never truly hated anyone or anything
Pairing: Jenny Owen Youngs/Regina Spektor
Rating: R (mostly for language)
Word Count: 1800
Warnings: RPF, femmeslash, language, alcohol
Disclaimer: if you got here by googling your own name, CLICK OUT NOW. NOW. Seriously. Otherwise, these are obviously fictionalized accounts of things that totally didn’t happen, and I mean no harm to either mentioned parties, only fangirl love and affection.
Summary: "Go propose to Regina." Bess says and hangs up on her. Jenny drops the phone and stares at it in horror. Bess is beyond perceptive, she thinks. Bess can read minds.
Notes: I could have expanded on this more, probably, and it’s a little rough, but, overall, I’m happy with how it turned out. Oh, and this is my contribution to the existence of indie bandom, which should happen.

( she's a dying breed, she's a dying breed )

I will never be uncomfortable with RPF now, since I wrote this and I’ve been binging on Panic bandom for the past three weeks. I’m a few steps away from being completely without shame.

Mood::

crazy

Music:: 20 Years Of Snow - Regina Spektor

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Shut up, I like Gossip Girl. There are specific reasons, and if I try really hard, I can compare it to some Fitzgerald novels and talk about the disillusionment of the American dream, but basically it's pretty rich kids having sex and drinking. Don't try to read the books, though, because they don't compare. And are kind of incomprehensibly awful.

(written for amory_vain in gossipgirlsanta.)

Title: if it can slow down my heart (five scenes from chuck’s suite)
Rating: R/NC17
Fandom: Gossip Girl
Pairing: Chuck/Nate
Warnings: slash, pwp, language, drug & alcohol use, angry gratuitous sex
Summary: outside the window, New York is burning into night time, and he is listening to Nate make soft, content noises as he falls asleep.
Notes: at one point, this had a plot. But I lost it somewhere around the alcohol scene.

( if it can slow down my heart )

Music:: see fernando -jenny lewis

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I'm supposed to be writing the rough draft of my essay on masculine identity and Southern tradition in Faulkner's Barn Burning. . .

This is close enough.

Title: until the water takes me
Rating: PG13
Fandom: The Sound and the Fury
Pairing: Quentin/Shreve
Summary: “it’s not your fault,” shreve jokes, later, and presses fingers against the inside of my arm, “that you’re a proper southern lady.”

( it's never been this close before. it's never been this easy or this slow. )

Mood::

apathetic

Music:: you're gonna make me lonesome when you go -bob dylan

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In American History, we're reading Storming Heaven, a novel by Denise Giardina about the efforts of coal miners trying to get unions into the mountains of West Virginia. It's beautiful and heartbreaking and fantastic.

So, I slashed it.

title: if i go back to winco
rating: pg13+
fandom: storming heaven
word count: 400
pairing: rondal/isom
warnings: slash, language
summary: you hain't serious, isom murmurs, into his neck, about going back to the mines.

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( rock me, mama, like a wagon wheel. . .rock me, mama, any way you feel )

Music:: Wagon Wheel -Old Crow Medicine Show

Mood::

confused

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it occurs to me that i am america.

you were a child who was made of glass

love fills me up like a tumor, parasite bent on devouring its host

and if i'm given the chance to be a doll in his hands

can I get a goddamn timpani roll to start this goddamn song?

if you can make a promise not to break my little heart and leave me all alone

I guess you broke my heart, and sometimes I think that's all it's there for

feel the warmth, feel the warmth

if you want to go where they chain up the sun

i've seen love go by my door

my baby plays the guitar, I pick the banjo now

May