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You know what's awesome? BOOKS. You know what's even awesomer? WRITING FIC ABOUT BOOKS. And yet, you know what's sadly lacking in fandom? Well . . .
To wit: have a book you like? Want to prompt for it? Leave it here! See a prompt you like for a book you love? WRITE THAT SHIT! Who knows, maybe you'll find fellow fans you didn't know existed.
The Super Important And Srs Rules
- Art and fanmixes are also acceptable fills!
- If adaptations exist of your chosen book and you'd like to blend adaptation!canon with book!canon, feel free to do so. (I.e. referencing scenes added by the adaptation. So long as the focus is the book characters.)
- Warn for any potential triggers or squicks in your fills. Also, please put the title and rating in the subject line.
- Prompt like so: Canon -> character/pairing -. prompt. (i.e. Tortall, Daine/Numair, don't the hours grow shorter as the days go by)
- Don't bash anyone else's prompts or pairings
- Try to fill as well as prompt! If you haven't got creative juices flowing,t hat's totally okay, but having people work both ways keeps the fest alive and well.
- Have fun!
LET'S GET SOME PROMOTION UP IN HERE:
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Date: 2011-12-19 04:12 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-12-19 06:33 pm (UTC)(Note: That's heavily paraphrased because I don't have the book at hand but it was a line in one of them, said by Skarre.)
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Date: 2011-12-19 06:36 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-12-19 07:03 pm (UTC)The Basic Eight, Flan/Natasha, MA (adult material)
Date: 2011-12-19 10:05 pm (UTC)Flan keeps her hands to herself, just stares into Natasha's eyes, wondering if they have an end. Her mind is full to the brim with cheesy lines.
"Take me, Natasha," she wants to cry out, and Natasha would, exuberantly, but Flan would never ask for that, or would she?
Natasha is always just one place off, the eyes just slightly the wrong color, the skin just a bit too smooth, the voice just too high-pitched to be right.
But all it adds up to for Flan is a pounding heart and desire. And Natasha knows, knows without the lines, and reaches out.
"Strip," she demands with a laugh.
Flan struggles out of her clothes, breaking buttons, snapping elastic, until she and her awkward body are thrown across the rumpled bedclothes and she looks up at Natasha, shining and perfect, above her.
"Say it," Natasha taunts.
"I want you," Flan tries, but Natasha only shakes her head.
"No, say it," she insists. In case Flan thinks she's only teasing, Natasha reaches down and tweaks her nipple, which hurts a bit and makes Flan ache.
"Don't stop," she says.
"That's not what I need to hear."
"Fuck me," says Flan firmly, sounding entirely unlike herself and entirely too much like Natasha. And that's all Natasha needs to hear -- soon her fingers are sliding into the warmth between Flan's legs. No kissing, no foreplay, no prelminaries, just her hand thrusting, Flan moaning and throwing her legs wide apart.
"You're so damn hot, Flan," Natasha says.
And she is, so hot she's at the edge just from those fingers, just from the thoughts and the words and then her eyes are screwed shut and Natasha's palm brushes her clit and she's coming, her back arched and her hips off the bed.
Can Natasha feel it, the way she pulses, the way the excitment rushes through her, finally knowing why they call it a climax.
"You're the best," the say simultaneously, and Flan falls asleep in the wet bedclothes and refuses to open her eyes again.
Persuasion/Northhanger Abbey, Anne/Capt. Wentworth and Henry/Catherine, K+
Date: 2011-12-19 11:07 pm (UTC)The new bride at Anne Wentworth's dinner table was quite exuberant over the prospect of shipboard life.
"But being on a ship must be so lovely!" Mrs. Tilney opined over the first course. "Why, it reminds of novel about pirates or some such thing, does it not you, Mr. Tilney?"
Mr. Tilney smiled but shook his head. "I think Captain Wentworth might not see any compliments in such a comparison."
His wife's eyes widened. "Oh, I'm very sorry. But I only meant the open sea, and the salt air. And a ship, with the deck well-scrubbed and the ropes and the sails. It all sounds so romantic."
Captain Wentworth laughed. "I took no insult from your words, Mrs. Tilney. And as much as I've enjoyed these weeks at our home I would not trade being on a ship for anything. I certainly hope my wife would agree."
Anne nodded. "I certainly do. Though I suppose I must point out that I am not certain such things are depicted with accuracy in novels."
"Oh, nothing ever is," replied Mrs. Tilney as if that were a minor point. "But I enjoy reading them anyway, because the world in a novel can be beautiful and yet frightening. And then when you are finished, you still have the countryside and your life to go back to."
"You sound like you spend a great deal of time reading," said Anne.
"Well, I do like to read novels, when my husband allows me to," she replied.
Captain Wentworth raised his eyebrows. "Mr. Tilney, do you disapprove so highly of novels? I have no objection to a lady passing a bit of time with them now and then."
Mr. Tilney looked at his plate. "Oh, no, certainly not. A bit of light reading is a harmless pursuit."
"It's only that he takes them away before he is finished, so he can read them himself," said Mrs. Tilney as her husband blushed slightly.
Anne couldn't resist laughing at that. "Perhaps you should practice reading out loud," she suggested.
"Oh, we did that just last Thursday, did we not Mr. Tilney? With that lovely novel about the poor lady who catches the eye of a wealthy man? You read his lines for me, do you remember?"
Perhaps only Captain Wentworth saw how much more deeply Henry Tilney blushed at the mention of that evening.
When the evening was finished and they were retiring for the night Mrs. Wentworth and her husband spoke privately.
"Mrs. Tilney is very romantic woman," she said with amusement.
"She is, and I think Mr. Henry Tilney is an extremely lucky man. I feel they may be discussing pirates together even as we speak."
His wife agreed. "I'm sure even a mild-mannered clergyman such as Mr. Tilney might discover a piratical bent in time."
Let The Right One In/Twilight
Date: 2011-12-19 11:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-19 11:39 pm (UTC)you never did notice
but you still hide away
the anger of angels who won't return
Re: Persuasion/Northhanger Abbey, Anne/Capt. Wentworth and Henry/Catherine, K+
Date: 2011-12-20 03:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-20 03:12 am (UTC)Re: Persuasion/Northhanger Abbey, Anne/Capt. Wentworth and Henry/Catherine, K+
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Date: 2011-12-20 03:15 am (UTC)Re: No fic...
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Date: 2011-12-20 06:03 am (UTC)Re: Question thread
Date: 2011-12-20 06:19 am (UTC)Re: Question thread
Date: 2011-12-20 06:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-20 07:32 am (UTC)"It's only that he takes them away before he is finished, so he can read them himself," said Mrs. Tilney as her husband blushed slightly.
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Date: 2011-12-20 07:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-20 05:39 pm (UTC)(If you move this comment I'll move mine too, whatever the mods want...)