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Fan fiction posted 2 months ago
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Alright, people, so...this is my take on the beautiful kiss scene from 5x06, "Joy." Yes, I am well aware that we are now into the sixth season (which is already looking lovely, by the way), but my muse is fickle. Bear with me. It somehow manages to be both angsty and fluffy (especially towards the end) and may be mildly OOC but, because I happen to be a hopeless romantic, it works---for me, anyway. Oh, yeah, and it's kinda-sorta a songfic, based on "I Could Fall In Love" by the late, great Selena. (may she rest in peace) but I didn't use the whole thing. So, yeah. Enjoy! And PLEASE, PLEASE...
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Fan fiction posted 2 months ago
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Alright, people, so...this is my take on the beautiful kiss scene from 5x06, "Joy." Yes, I am well aware that we are now into the sixth season (which is already looking lovely, by the way), but my muse is fickle. Bear with me. It somehow manages to be both angsty and fluffy (especially towards the end) and may be mildly OOC but, because I happen to be a hopeless romantic, it works---for me, anyway. Oh, yeah, and it's kinda-sorta a songfic, based on "I Could Fall In Love" by the late, great Selena. (may she rest in peace) but I didn't use the whole thing. So, yeah. Enjoy! And PLEASE, PLEASE...
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Fan fiction posted 2 months ago
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Gin lay in the middle of the bed in her hotel room. She was flat on her back with her right leg extended toward the edge of the footboard, diagonal from her body, and her other leg bent inward with her foot resting in the hollow behind her right knee. Her left arm was thrown up above her head, which was turned to the left, her chin resting on her shoulder and her thick raven hair falling in loose waves over her pillow. Her other arm was stretched out horizontally and her hand dangled limply over the edge of the mattress. Gin shifted slightly in her sleep and as she did so, her bare shoulder...
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Fan fiction posted 2 months ago
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"It's too bad," he says, shifting in obvious discomfort. "You would have made a great mother." His voice is low and hesitant and seems intended to be comforting. His eyes flicker, briefly, awkwardly meeting yours.
The color drains from your face and your eyes blaze fire. Your entire body stiffens and, for a fraction of a second, you turn your face away, unable to even look at him. How dare he mock you? Especially now, in the midst of the pain of your loss and when your usual defenses against him are temporarily disabled by your agony. But of course he knows that, and, as usual, he...
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Fan fiction posted 2 months ago
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The exquisite grounds surrounding the lavish estate of Don Rafael Montero were unparalleled in their beauty at any phase of the day, but ever so much more so in the twilight hours when the setting sun bathed the gardens in its rosy glow, causing the immense trees, towering impressively over the lawn, each of their leaves tinged with gold by the dim light, to cast long, soft shadows across the grasses. A small pond was set in the middle of the grounds, surrounded by tall grass, cattails, and beautiful wildflowers. The early evening sun ignited the still waters, making them liquid gold. A tall...
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