Title: Juletid Pairing: Martindreas Rating: PG-13 Warnings: Fluff, silliness, stupid hats Disclaimer: I am not, nor do I own, Martin Stenmarck or Andreas Johnson. Summary: Martin utilises The Hat, Andreas hates Wham!, and cold medicine tastes gross. Request from Bella.
Title: Sprutgrädde (Squirt Cream) Pairing: Martindreas Rating: PG Warnings: Fluff, silliness Disclaimer: I am not, nor do I own, Martin Stenmarck or Andreas Johnson. Summary: Attack of the Squirty Cream-wielding Boyfriends.
Title: Gold Bandom: Van Halen Pairing: Eddie/Valerie, Eddie/Alex Rating: PG-13 Warnings: Angst, incestuous content Disclaimer: I do not own, nor am I, Alex, Valerie or Eddie Van Halen. Summary: Eddie is swallowed by thoughts of becoming a father, and consults Alex on them. Author's Notes: So yeah I just found this in my files and it's actually not bad -- I think -- so I'm posting it.
Here I am, I’m in the wrong bed again It’s a game I just can’t win There you are, breathing soft on my skin Still you won’t let me in, so come on Why save your kisses for a rainy day? Baby let the moment take your heart away - Have You Ever Needed Someone So Bad, Def Leppard
Title: The Geisha from the Opium Den (inventive, I know) Rating: R Warnings: Language, sex, character death Disclaimer: Actually, all my own work for once! Summary:Her every delicate turn of the wrist, handing the tiny china cups to her suitor, myself - the foreigner less foreign - and the old Manchu, is scripted, so fluid as to look effortless, but it has taken years of training to get to this level of security within the role she is playing. She is not a pretty whore, but they rarely are. Notes: On a bit of an Angela Carter spree at the moment; anyway, have fun with it. Inspired by the short story A Souvenir of Japan, from Fireworks: Nine Profane Pieces, and Arthur Golden's Memoirs of a Geisha.
Title: Love Rating: R Warnings: Language, sex, implied violence Disclaimer: Actually, all my own work for once! Summary:Love; ah yes, love, that most decadent and so, most inordinately painful of emotions. Author's Notes: Inspired by Angela Carter and her short story The Lady of the House of Love. Distinctly even weirder than Somnambulism; have fun with it, chaps. Cross-posted to 100_tales as a response to one of their prompts.
Title: Somnambulism Rating: PG Warnings: Um... None, really. Disclaimer: Actually, all my own work for once! Summary:Sometimes, I wonder if I have only dreamed them both. Author's Notes: Inspired by Angela Carter and her novel The Infernal Desire Machines of Doctor Hoffman.
It’s different with her; she’s fragile, breakable. Her body is transparent beneath her robes of poppy-coloured silk, long brown hair like gossamer wires of burnished bronze, copper fluttering in between, the strands of twisted metal grating on her skin. My wife, with her flesh of glass.
He is solid beneath my fingers, but he seems to shimmer like a mirage, like air on a very hot summer’s day; not quite consistent. His heart beneath his palpitating chest is not a muscle, but a knot of flames which flicker and spark, making his ribcage glow like a lantern. My lover, with his aura of fantasy.
Sometimes, I wonder if I have only dreamed them both, neither seeming to be fully there in my arms when I hold them close. I fall asleep, my arms wrapped around him, and when I wake up, there is a deep, spiky black rose on the pillow, a lingering droplet of blood on my fingertip. Confused, I turn to where my wife should lie, to find a lily, stained deep red in the centre where the style has broken away.
It is snowing outside, tiny white flakes swirling down past my window; rain clouds have frozen in the atmosphere, the sky a violent, bloody violet above me, without a single star in sight. Waves lap at my feet, although I don’t hear the cry of gulls in my ears to indicate the sea shore around me. Instead, it is dark – the faint flickering light from the rose in my hand extinguished – but for the somnolent silver glow from the lily I left behind on my pillow.
Title: All The Lonely People Chapter: V | IVIIIIII Pairing: Richie/Jon Rating: R overall, this chapter PG Warnings: Asperger's!Jon, AU, swearing, Teh Gay... the usual. Disclaimer: Jon Bon Jovi does not have Asperger's Syndrome, to the best of my knowledge. He and Richie Sambora belong to themselves. No money is made from the writing of this fic. Please don't sue me. Summary: Based on Beatles songs, it's a character-driven story focusing on the meeting of two loners. Author's Notes: 10,541 words, as of now. Possibly the longest fic I've written, to date. Hells yeah.
Chapter V: Carry That Weight/The End In which a story reaches its resolution, and two lonely people are lonely no more
Title: Din jävla idiot Pairing: Martindreas Rating: PG-13 Warnings: Language, angst, implication of violence Disclaimer: I am not, nor do I own or affiliate myself with, Martin Stenmarck or Andreas Johnson. No money made, please don't sue. Summary: Martin is being completely and utterly frustrating. Author's Notes: Cross-posted to 100_tales, as it was a prompt fic for their challenge.
Title: Tell Me About Your Muzzer Bandom: Bon Jovi Pairing: Jon/Richie Rating: PG-13 Warnings: Angst, me attempting to be intelligent, bad transcription of an eastern European accent, blink-and-you'll-miss-it groping Disclaimer: I do not own, nor am I, Jon Bon Jovi or Richie Sambora. Or Freud. Or Søren Kierkegaard. Summary: Richie gets a bit tipsy, and analyses Jon. Author's Notes: This is just the short version; I would like to go deeper into this at some point, when I have less fics on the go and can dedicate the required time and thought processes to it.
Title: Sonata quasi una fantasia Bandom: Bon Jovi Pairing: David/Richie Rating: PG-13 Warnings: Angst Disclaimer: I don't get paid for writing this, and I'm obviously not, and nor do I own, Richie Sambora or David Bryan. Not harm or defamation intended towards persons herein. Summary: Sonata, almost a fantasy at twilight. Author's Notes: Cross-posted to 100_tales, as it was a prompt fic for their challenge.