Posts tagged fanfic
Posts tagged fanfic
Oh dammit. Now I ship The US/Great Britain
thanks silly graphic.
“Listen, you have to let me be represented. I can’t just…keep giving you my heart and my taxes and not be a bigger part of your government. I want more than that. I deserve more than that.”
“You know I can’t. You knew that from the moment you went so far away. I just…this is what I have to give. I don’t have anymore. For God’s sake, there’s an ocean between us!”
“Fine. You know what, fine. Here, just, see all this goddamn tea you gave me? Well you can take it back. Here, fish it out of the harbor for all I care.”
“Don’t do this.”
“I have no choice. I’ll never be anything more than a colony to you.”
“No, Britain. Don’t.”
“I can’t just let you go, you know that. I’ll fight for you if I have to.”
“And I will fight back.”
^ im actually have feels ;n;
i feel like reading fanfic has kind of broken my desire to read published stories bc like theyre so bland tbh like. where the hell am i gonna get queer android romance in a bookstore. who writes about past assassins working together in a coffeeshop. all i see are straight white people making out like really like REALLY
I’ve been putting off editing it for a while because of personal stuff, but I just posted an edited version of the first chapter on AO3. (It’s minor editing in spelling errors and cadence, so you won’t have to actually re-read it.)
I’m going to try and post a chapter every week, so the lemon should be there 3 weeks from now?
Thank you for your patience, and here’s the link!
(Ever so slowly returning to fandom, guys. )
Their clothes are plastered to their skin. In the back of her mind, she wonders why it feels like someone coated every bit of fabric they owned in marshmallow fluff. Even the air smells saccharine in the summer heat.
Sometimes I stare at the computer screen when the words don’t want to come and I think, “Fuck, who am I kidding? This is terrible writing, and this story is shit, and no one cares, anyway.” And I close the window and go do something else.
But every now and then I get an…
Imagine Steve coming out as bi and over the next three weeks he gets hundreds and hundreds of letters from kids, and adults, telling him that they’ve given them the courage to come out, and some of…
He had done horrible things in the name of his village and his people and the greater good—or their best approximation of it. He should be damned.
He doesn’t deserve this, he knows; the warm paradise of her bed or the sweet bliss of her body pressed against his in a way that molded all of her feminine curves into his harsh angles.
He definitely hadn’t deserved the night before. He’d had sex in the past, but making love was entirely new to him and what experience he had was rendered useless.
He had thought, when they had first kissed, that he was corrupting something pure and perfect, but nothing could have been further from the truth.
He wasn’t ruining her, no matter what the hissing voices of his demons told him. She was saving him.
He had done all he could to run from it. He had willfully ignored her blatant flirtations for as long as he could stand to do so. He had failed so many people—his friends, his father, her. He had worked hard to earn his life of cold isolation and he didn’t deserve attention from someone like her who was so very good and untouched by comparison.
But he was only a man. She was so brilliantly warm and vibrant and gods help him he wanted to bask in it. She was an oasis and he a man dying slowly in the desolation of his own loneliness. No matter how much he deserved to die that way, he couldn’t resist.
Sakura shifted and the silky material of the sheets hissed with the movement. He tightened his arms around her, spreading the fingers of one hand out against her side, fanning them over her ribs where lean muscle stretched tautly over strong bone.
"You’re still here?"
Years of finally honed control saw to it that Kakashi did not flinch outwardly. “Did you want me gone?”
She hummed and shifted even closer, sliding one hand up his chest to lay over his heart as she nuzzled against his collar bone. “Not at all. I’m… relieved. Will you stay?”
He was just a man. “For as long as you will let me.”
(8. secretly a virgin)
Katniss arches her back off the bed, whimpering as Peeta drags his tongue over the slick heat between her legs. She whines in protest when he lifts his head, but her breath catches in her throat when she sees the way he’s slowly stroking himself, leaning over her, nuzzling at her cheek.
He lowers his hips against hers, and she can feel him pressed right there against her. A nervous thrill races through her veins. He captures her lips in a kiss, then asks, “You ready?”
She can’t lie to him. Not when he’s naked and panting and hers. Not when they’re finally, finally here. Together.
"I’ve never done this," she blurts out.
Peeta lips fall slack against her collarbone, and he sits back on his heels, still cradled between her knees. She tries to look at anything but his erection, but it’s just there, so hard that it almost grazes the skin of his stomach. ”Never done what?” he says slowly, like he knows but doesn’t want to believe it.
"Had sex," she says, after a long pause.
He rubs his forehead with the back of his hand, a tic she’s noticed in the months since he came back to Twelve. He does it when he’s thinking hard.
"You told me…that you did it with Gale," he finally says. "When we were still in Thirteen. Real or not real?"
"Real," she whispers, her gut twisting unpleasantly.
She’d been so angry back then, so stung by Peeta’s suspicion and hate, that the lie had just slipped out of her.
Summary: “What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?”
My belated birthday fic for our favorite kunoichi. Explicit content under the cut.
"You’re awfully quiet."