narcissism on (w)rye

Title: The Growing Tree in the Front Yard
Fandom: The Legend of Korra
Characters/Pairings: Korra/Mako/Bolin, Asami
Summary: Sometimes, it really is as simple as deciding you don't want to live without someone. Fiery volcanoes and all.
Word Count: 5,300
Rating: NC-17
Notes: BOYBENDING FIC. ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP. WITH SOFTCORE PORN, EVEN. don't even ask, bro, I just had a lot of feelings after that last ep and needed fic where they lived happily ever after in a polyamorous relationship. Just. Because.

Spoilers up through 1x05, and warnings for incest, I guess.

[available here or @ AO3]


( you find what you love, and you let it kill you. )

Title: The Dust of a Hundred Cities
Fandom: The Curse Workers
Characters/Pairings: ensemble, implied Cassel/Lila
Summary: Or, five postcards that are never signed, and one that is.
Word Count: 6180
Notes: Birthday present for aimmyarrowshigh! Many felicitations to you, my dear, you are in for an amazing year! :D

Written all in one sitting and not proofread, so typos might be abound.

Spoilers for Black Heart.

[also available @ AO3]



( 'you little shithead,' says Barron, in tones of great affection. )

Title: The Quintessential First-Timer's Cookbook
Fandom: The Social Network
Characters/Pairings: Eduardo/Amy/Dustin, Mark, Chris
Summary: Amelia Ritter, 22, undergraduate at Stanford University, pretends that her life is Le Fabuleux Destin d'Amelie Poulain. What happens next is all very French.
Word Count: 34,680
Note: For polybigbang! This isn't so much an Amelie AU as heavily inspired. Canon compliant, with all the angst that that implies. 99% of the thanks for this fic goes to salvadore_hart, my ever-patient, ever-wonderful, ever-talented artist ♥♥ LOOK. LOOK AT HER ART. YOU GUYS. YOU GUUUYSSS. Send help I can't even.

Warnings: contains frank discussion about suicide, self-worth, sex, and food, and consequently, may contain triggering material.



(art by salvadore_hart)

The water under the Golden Gate is freezing cold.

Recipe 1 | Recipe 2 | Recipe 3 | Recipe 4 | Recipe 5
[read in one part @ AO3]

( the quintessential first-timer's cookbook. recipe 5. )

( the quintessential first-timer's cookbook. recipe 4. )

( the quintessential first-timer's cookbook. recipe 3 )

( the quintessential first-timer's cookbook. recipe 2. )

( the quintessential first-timer's cookbook: recipe 1. )

( fic: takes hostages, mark/erica, part two. thank you, lj, for making this as inconvenient as possible. )

Title: Takes Hostages
Fandom: The Social Network
Characters/Pairings: Mark/Erica
Summary: At four, his aunt laughs and says, "don't be shy, Mark, give her a kiss!" and he grudgingly leans over to smack his mouth against Erica's cheek. At nineteen, Dustin laughs and crows out, "go on, Markster, give her a kiss!" and Erica beats him to it, pinning him back and curving her spine to meet his grin with hers.
Word Count: 13,100
Notes: oops I accidentally AU. Thanks, hapakitsune, you are the worst kind of enabler. Here is the fic where Mark and Erica were raised as cousins, because it's been too long since I wrote incest. I've been going through withdrawal so badly that the last time I watched the movie, I was like, "is it just me, or do Mark and Erica have the same eye color? And the same dimples?" and mccarthyism was like, "oh, god, I know where you're going with that JUST STOP," and suddenly all I wanted was fic where they were related.

The title is from a Neil Gaiman quote: [...] They do something dumb one day like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”

Also, this was written in, like, three sittings, so it's probably really unpolished.

[read in one part @ AO3]

Warnings: ... LOL INCEST.



( in boston, nobody looks at them and sees erica albright and mark zuckerberg, the neighborhood rascals who once competed on the swingset to see who could go the highest and slipped, fracturing their arms in the exact same place. )