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I have my first Disney burn of the season. Fantastic. (I really need to remember to sunscreen the tattoo.) At least I won't be there 60+ hours a week for the next three months. God bless my fake real job. But none of the tourists said anything outlandish today, so I was pretty terribly bored. That is until the last 30 minutes when I spotted young!Feliks and teen!Feliks and got lightening bolt ideas. I never thought I would be so happy to see 10,000 people in my life. But statistically, it worked out for me.

Also, I'm now living in mortal fear of mantis shrimp. GOD DAMNIT nunshavingfun! WHAT. THE EJSC WASN'T ENOUGH!?

And Andrew Ross is a boy I used to work with, and who goes to church with Jess. I saw him perform tonight for the first time, and he was FANTASTIC. I just thought I'd get the rest of my flist to check him out to, and see if anyone stuck. :)


Title: Hide and Seek, Says the Wind
Fandom: Count Cain
Rating: PG13, probably
Pairing: Cain/Riff
Word Count: 3,452
Summary: Cain doesn't regret, but that doesn't mean he doesn't feel it.
A/N: For remeciel, who keeps me entertained and in the proper french tense, most of the time. ;) Oh look, I wrote a Godchild fic with no porn in it. And I'm terrified really. It's kind of experimental, and very different from anything I've ever written. (Well, fic-wise anyway. I tinker with original things like this from time to time.) I tried to make it akin to the manga. Er, ANYONE feel free to let me know if something didn't work. Where is the purple pen of doom now!? But as always, I'm indebted to marilla82, who read two much choppier versions and didn't kill me in my sleep for the ensuant twitching. :)


( Cain was sure Riff hadn't misunderstood him, but he silently reached out and gripped the familiar, strong hand without a reply. Riff understood everything. )

OMG you guys. Word wanted to turn 'Nothing like you've had. into Nothing like you has had. This from the program that recognized 'otaku' and NOT 'yakuza'. *head desk*

Woah, LJ is all pink! It's...weird. And not in this tingly, RIGHT way, in a way that's all wrong. Valentine's Day really is a crap holiday, all in all. So in that vein:


Pervvy Valentine Series by Laurel_tx


Moo ha ha!

Jess: Rich and German, yay!
The Boy: That's how I like my men!


But you know what makes crap holidays better? Porn! Some Cain/Riff, for remeciel, who is always telling me how there needs to be more Godchild fic in the world, and who I would so get gay married to in Spain. :p Now you have drawing inspiration love. ;)

This is kind of fluffy. I think the Strongbow from dinner has gone to my head. Also, as I have NEVER been able to figure out the fine art of PWP, it's longer than I thought it would be. Set towards the beginning of a 'relationship'. We'll just say they've been necking in shadows prior to this. All errors are because I gave this a quick and dirty beta. Feel free to point them out. Hey, I gotta work in the morning!

Porn means NC17!! NWS

( He smirked as he made a show of re-knotting the tie and then went to the mirror to straighten his hair and clothing. It was one thing for the other servants to see him looking mussed when he was covered in blood, but quite another when he had been doing nothing but give the master his morning bath. )

KL: *has been typing porn for too god damned long*
Jess: That is some long Cain/Riff porn.
KL: Isn't it? It just keeps getting longer.
Jess: ...
KL: *dies*

Dude, for about ten minutes tonight I was simultaneously watching Roman Holiday, writing porn, and wearing a face mask. I am such a girl it HURTS. I feel like my ovaries have won a battle. But I will win the war damnit!! *shakes fist*


ETA- From the other end of the spectrum of things that are nice on crappy holidays! bone_fauna wrote the cutest Cid/Vincent Grade School Valentine's Day fic ever. And there are chibis to go with it. FFVII fandom of course, and completely PG. But you should definitely go read it, if for no other reason than to know how Jess KNOWS who I'm talking about everytime she hears me squeak 'I LOVE her!' from my computer chair.

Alright, this is for marilla82 who is clamoring for the Cain/Riff, and who also wanted a mixture of smut and angst. I apologize, they're not on the Death Star, they're not orbiting the Holy Land Experience, and the Brandon Flowers boy isn't involved. Some weird things should just stay in my head, yeah?

Title: Will Weary
Fandom: Count Cain
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Cain/Riff
Summary: Riff tries to reconcile who he was, who he is, and who Cain makes him.
Warnings: Um...naked boys parts next to other naked boy parts and frottage? Though, if you're here I can't imagine that's much of a turn off for you.
A/N: Because you can’t deny that Cain’s not at least a little bit manipulative. ;) And to clarify, Riff still thinks of Cain as the boy he’s protecting, but he’s 17 here. No crazy pedophilia, ok!? This is also partially for remeciel, who incites my Kaori Yuki love, and whose art makes me happy and jealous all at the same time. :p

ETA- Now with proper beta. Wooo! *colapses*
I am so tired and afraid that I might regret this tomorrow, but fuck it. Posting fic written in a half asleep state won't be the most embarassing thing I've ever done. Beta'd just enough to make sure the tenses don't make Jess' eyes bleed. At laest, I hope they won't. I have to be up at 6:30. Irg.

( At times he still chafed under the demands laid on him, but not much, and never outwardly. )


And speaking of pretty, angsty boys.

( A quiz )

OMG. Did I mention 6:30 already?

OMG I'M IN FLORIDA!!! Granted, it's not Orlando, but it's hot and disgustingly humid nonetheless. *wraps self in wet air* Am in 'Dina until tomorrow evening. Will start to RP and reply to things then. Also, will e-mail beta for your fic then cock_a_snook. I can print it off and edit by hand, but I'm not sure I can type notes like that on the parental computer. Will have to see how much hovering is going on.

Also, Cunts (what, we're taking it back!) and Taichou. I want Colorado pictures uploaded sometime in the next century. It's all I ask. :p

And I am squeeing joyfully and frightening the boys. My yuletide recipient liked my story (irg, I can't wait till the reveal so I can post it) and my gift giver wrote an awesome piece on Loki and his dedication to Odin and the feeling of being forgotten. You can find that here at the site. The Goal is the Thing. American Gods fandom, Loki before and during. PG.

I've spent all morning sifting through Count Cain dregs over at the Pit of Voles. I wrote a bit of GodChild last night on the plane, but since I've only read the first volume I wanted to check and make sure it wasn't something that was done to death before I posted it. I still haven't decided whether I want to post it there, or whether it's good enough for SkyeHawke, but I think I'll leave it here for now. At least until I can properly investigate the state of the fandom on LJ and all. Tell me what you think of dear Riff, yeah?

( Cain, the child who stood so still in my trembling arms that I wasn’t even sure he was breathing. )

Also, I shouldn't be so surprised that I'm so smitten with GodChild. I mean, it IS Kaori Yuki, and it's got a gothic, Sherlock Holmes feel to it. There's not really anything to not like. You know, except for the fact that I'd need at least $80 to buy the rest of the series RIGHT NOW, and that doesn't even include the Count Cain prequels. I really need to figure out this whole scantalation thing.

ETA- OMG. I just read that latest chapter of Sleepwalker (Samurai Champloo, Jin-centric for those of you not in the know). And I just...guh. Rip my heart out why don't you? *sob*