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gracie_musicaTitle: Fatherhood
Date Written: 11/29/05
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,044
Fandom: FAKE
Characters/Pairings: Carol/Bikky, Dee/Ryo
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Through Like Like Love
Disclaimer: Not mine
Notes: Something that's been bouncing in my head for a while. Set six years after Like Like Love
Randy 'Ryo' MacLean was worried about his foster son, Bikky.
He was always worried about the boy, although the twenty-four year old couldn't be considered a 'boy' anymore. After college, the young man had been signed to the Knicks--much to Dee's dismay--and was one of the best players in the league. He had bought an engagement ring with his signing bonus and proposed to his long-time sweetheart.
He was married with a home and a career of his own, but Ryo could still see the tall blonde as the brave ten-year-old boy he had first met.
Today, however, Bikky had turned up at the apartment he shared with Dee, soaking wet from the downpour outisde, looking like he'd seen a ghost. Ryo had immediately started fussing over the boy, giving him towels and spare clothing so he could dry off and change and making Bikky some hot chocolate to warm him up. He and Dee were sitting at the dining room table, having a quiet conversation about a few of Bikky's teammates and his upcoming game.
Ryo set the steaming mug at the younger man's elbow, who curled his chilled fingers around the warmth, but didn't drink. "What's wrong, Biks?"
The basketball player's blue eyes were almost mesmerized by the light brown foam floating at the top of the hot chocolate, and he didn't answer for a long minute.
"It's Carol."
Dee and Ryo exchanged a look. Recently, Carol's temper had been short with everyone in their little family, causing her to do anything from fly into a rage to breaking down into tears from any little statement made by the men. Dee had written it off as Carol just being a woman, but Ryo had disagreed.
"Does she want a divorce?" Dee asked, getting straight to the worst possible scenario.
The platinum blonde hair swayed gently when Bikky shook his head, and the two foster fathers sighed in relief.
"Did you get in a fight and she threw you out?"
Bikky shook his head again, and the two lovers exchanged mirror looks of confusion.
"Then what's wrong?" Ryo asked, leaning over to run his fingers soothingly through the damp blonde strands.
Bikky took a deep breath. "She's pregnant."
"That's great!" Ryo exclaimed, putting an arm around the young man's shoulders. "How far along is she?"
"She's halfway into her fourth month," came the reply. "She didn't want to tell me earlier and get our hopes up and then have something happen."
"Is it because she didn't tell you? Is that why you're upset?" Ryo pressed, trying to look into Bikky's eyes.
Two large fists banged the table, and the cremaric mug was upset, steaming liquid spreading over the polished tabletop. "Ryo, I'm scared shitless! I'm twenty-four and my wife is having a child and I'm deathly afraid of doing something to screw up!" the man replied, glaring at his foster father before breaking down into tears.
Ryo wrapped his arms around Bikky and patted his back soothingly. "Shhh, calm down, it'll be okay. I mean, Dee half-raised you, and you turned out fine."
"Hey!" the dark-haired detective protested as he searched for a rag to clean up the mess.
"You'll be a fine parent," Ryo reassured his son, smiling at his lover over the blonde's head. "You're just tired from working too hard and not getting enough sleep; go lay down in your room, we'll call Carol to let her know where you are."
Bikky sniffled, looking like the ten-year-old he used to be. "O-okay. Can you tell her--"
"We will," Dee replied, ruffling the long blonde hair. "Go get in your bed, monkey brat."
"Hey, I can stomp you now," Bikky replied, wiping his cheeks.
"Gotta catch me first--I'm smaller, more aerodynamic," Dee shot back, pushing the boy towards his room. The two fell into their groove of arguing with one another as they headed towards the bedroom, and Ryo smiled. Dee always knew what to say to their son to make it all better.
The half-Japanese man picked up the phone and pressed the number two, hearing the speed dial quickly toning out the number to Bikky and Carol's apartment. His daughter-in-law picked up on the third ring. "Ryo? Is Bikky there?"
"Yes he's here, Carol," Ryo reassured the girl. "He told us about it. Congratulations."
Carol chuckled. "Thank you. I guess I should have told him about it sooner, hmn?"
"That might have been better," Ryo agreed.
"I didn't think he'd take the news that badly," the woman admitted in a small voice, and Ryo had to smile to himself. Dee might know how to handle Bikky, but he knew how to handle Carol.
"He wasn't expecting such a big change in his life so suddenly, Carol. It was just a shock, he needed some time by himself to think about it."
He paused, thinking. "Do you want to come over here for the night?"
"Would you mind?"
"Of course not," the dark blonde replied, looking up at Dee. The dark-haired man made a hand motion signaling that Bikky was already asleep.
He must have been more tired than they had thought. "I'll come pick you up, okay? Don't go walking around in the rain!"
Carol laughed. "Yes DAD. I'll see you in a few."
"Okay. Oh, and Carol?"
"Hmn?"
"We love you, you know that, right?"
He could hear her smile on the other end of the line. "I do. Thanks, Ryo."
"I'll stay here in case Bikky wakes up," Dee said as Ryo hung up their phone. "I feel like they're ten and thirteen again."
"They still are kids," Ryo replied as his lover gathered him into those big strong arms he loved so much.
"They'll be fine," Dee said firmly, kissing Ryo's forehead as the blonde laid his cheek against his chest.
"We're going to be grandparents," Ryo said, a hint of excitement in his voice.
"I'm too young to be a grandfather," Dee groaned, but then smiled down at his lover. "You'll make a great grandma, though."
Ryo pinched Dee gently, making him laugh. "I'm gonna go pick up Carol, why don't you get comfy on the couch."
Dee kissed Ryo gently, smiling. "I'll be waiting with hot cocoa."
Ryo smiled back.
---
Title: Scare
Date Written: 11/29/05
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 632
Fandom: FAKE
Characters/Pairings: Carol/Bikky
Warnings: None, really.
Spoilers: Up through the fourth book
Disclaimer: Not mine
Notes: A second piece, somewhat companion-like to the one above. Carol's about nineteen, so Bikky's about sixteen.
"Baby, there's something I have to tell you," Carol confessed, looking up at Bikky. The two of them were lying in one another's embrace in his room, clothes on (this time) and just enjoying being close to one another.
"Hmn?" came the somewhat sleepy reply from her lover.
"I'm... Bikky, I'm late."
Blue eyes opened to look at her seriously. "How late?"
"About a week," she replied, her face turning downwards. "It's happened before, but this is the first time it's happened since we've been sleeping together. It might be nothing, but I thought you should know."
She could feel his gaze on her, and her face flushed with embarassement. "We can take care of it, if I am."
"Do you want to?" came the soft reply, and she looked up into his face again. "Carol, I told you when we first began having sex. If anything happened as a result of this, we'd agree on a way to take care of the situation." One large, cafe au lait colored hand rested on her abdomen.
"But primarily, it's your body. If you want to abort it, I'll help pay for it. If you want to give it up for adoption, I'll sign the papers." He brushed his lips against her forehead. "And if you want to keep it, I'll help you."
Carol felt tears pricking her eyes, and she buried her face in his shoulder. "I can't let you give up your life like that. It would be selfish."
He pulled her away, stroking her cheek with his thumb as he smiled down at her. "We'll take whatever comes at us together, okay? I'm not going to leave you for something silly like you carrying my child." He leaned down and licked a tear streaking down her cheek away.
"Tomorrow we'll go down to the free clinic and get a test done, okay?"
---
Bikky got into an argument with the nurse over if he was allowed into the room for the test results, but the doctor had eventually allowed him in once Carol told him that Bikky was most likely the father if she was pregnant. The two lovers had sat in the sterile room, hands linked as they answered every question the doctor threw at them to the best of their knowledge.
When the older man left to get the test results, Bikky leaned over to kiss Carol. "I love you, no matter what."
Carol smiled back. "If it comes back positive, I'm going to abort it."
"Are you sure?"
Carol nodded, her eyes sad. "It's the best option that I can see. Neither one of us is ready for a baby, and I know I'll never be able to give up your child."
Bikky smiled sadly back at her. "And I'll be there to hold your hand." He kissed the back of her pale hand. "We're in this together."
At that moment, the doctor came in, quietly shutting the door behind him before turning his attention to the two teenagers before him. "Congratulations, kids..."
---
Doctor Fitzgerald watched the two teenaged lovers he had just seen walk out the door of the free clinic. The boy lifted the girl up, spinning her around and smiling at her, watching her silver-blonde hair catch the sun.
"I take it they got some good news," his nurse said, putting away Carol's file.
"You know I can't answer that," the doctor replied, smiling at his nurse. "I can tell you that is one lucky woman, though."
The nurse laughed. "I thought her boyfriend was gonna bite my head off."
"He might have," Fitzgerald joked back, and the nurse frowned at him. "He really loves her."
"I could have told you that," the nurse shot back. "Woman's intuition."
Fitzgerald laughed. "Who's our next patient?"
---
Title: The Scholar
Date Written: 11/29/05
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 100
Fandom: Saiyuki
Characters/Pairings: Gonou/Kanan
Warnings: (tw)incest
Spoilers: Gonou/Hakkai arc
Disclaimer: Not mine
Notes: Kanan's POV. I don't know for a fact if Kanan and Gonou are twins (actually, I think they aren't), 05but I always see them as such. If anyone knows for certain, please let me know (and if they aren't, then let's just consider this an AU).
Sometimes, I feel so powerless.
Gonou is very much a scholar--his life is his work. He gets so absorbed in his writing he’ll skip meals, staying up all night and ignoring everything else in his life.
He’s eating across the table from me, reading from a thick tome while taking notes in a notebook. I clear the table, but he doesn’t even notice; nor does he comment when I refill his mug with peach brandy. He does look up when I kiss his forehead and smiles at me.
No matter how powerless I feel, though, I still love him.
---
Title: Only Child
Date Written: 11/29/05
Rating: PG
Word Count: 300
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou!
Characters/Pairings: Yuuri/Wolfram or Yuuri/Conrad (you pick!), Cheri [Celi], Gwendal
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Up through episode 47
Disclaimer: Not mine
Notes: For my stalkers (YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!) who like Gwen, dedicated to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
moonraven_croft, because I got the idea when I was reading her fic 'Discoveries'. Also, I'm using the fansub names for Gwendal (von Walde) and Cheri. Sorry, but that's what I'm used to.
Gwendal von Walde watched as his two younger brothers argued again over the Maou. While he definately had NOT liked Yuuri at first, he had slowly developed grudging respect for the young teen, much like he had for Conrad's father.
The chair across the table from him scraped along the floor, and he looked across to find his mother pouring herself a cup of tea. "They're so high-spirited, don't you agree Gwen?" she said cheerfully as Wolfram pulled his sword on his fiancee. This caused a frightened Yuuri to hide behind Conrad, the brunette chuckling good-naturedly at the young blonde, trying to convince him to sheathe his sword.
Fire elementals, Gwendal grumbled mentally, putting down his own teacup. "Mother..."
"Hmn?" Cheri said, looking up from a rather large piece of strawberry shortcake.
"I love my brothers," Gwendal started, pausing to think a moment.
Cheri laughed and leaned over to pat her eldest son's arm. "I know you do, Gwenny."
"It never bothered me that we had different fathers, not really," the tall warrior continued, eyes the color of sapphires watching the scene before him unfold. Apparently, Yuuri hiding behind Conrad had further enraged the swordsman, who was now swinging his blade at his brother.
Cheri smiled, cocking her head to one side as she listened to her son. It wasn't often that Gwendal spoke about such things to her.
Out in the courtyard, Conrad had been forced to pull his own sword or get an appendage chopped off. The clang of steel on steel floated in through the open window into the room where the former Maou and her Prince son were having afternoon tea.
"But sometimes, Mother, I really really wish I was an only child," he confessed, his face the epitome of seriousness.
Cheri couldn't help but laugh.
Date Written: 11/29/05
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,044
Fandom: FAKE
Characters/Pairings: Carol/Bikky, Dee/Ryo
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Through Like Like Love
Disclaimer: Not mine
Notes: Something that's been bouncing in my head for a while. Set six years after Like Like Love
Randy 'Ryo' MacLean was worried about his foster son, Bikky.
He was always worried about the boy, although the twenty-four year old couldn't be considered a 'boy' anymore. After college, the young man had been signed to the Knicks--much to Dee's dismay--and was one of the best players in the league. He had bought an engagement ring with his signing bonus and proposed to his long-time sweetheart.
He was married with a home and a career of his own, but Ryo could still see the tall blonde as the brave ten-year-old boy he had first met.
Today, however, Bikky had turned up at the apartment he shared with Dee, soaking wet from the downpour outisde, looking like he'd seen a ghost. Ryo had immediately started fussing over the boy, giving him towels and spare clothing so he could dry off and change and making Bikky some hot chocolate to warm him up. He and Dee were sitting at the dining room table, having a quiet conversation about a few of Bikky's teammates and his upcoming game.
Ryo set the steaming mug at the younger man's elbow, who curled his chilled fingers around the warmth, but didn't drink. "What's wrong, Biks?"
The basketball player's blue eyes were almost mesmerized by the light brown foam floating at the top of the hot chocolate, and he didn't answer for a long minute.
"It's Carol."
Dee and Ryo exchanged a look. Recently, Carol's temper had been short with everyone in their little family, causing her to do anything from fly into a rage to breaking down into tears from any little statement made by the men. Dee had written it off as Carol just being a woman, but Ryo had disagreed.
"Does she want a divorce?" Dee asked, getting straight to the worst possible scenario.
The platinum blonde hair swayed gently when Bikky shook his head, and the two foster fathers sighed in relief.
"Did you get in a fight and she threw you out?"
Bikky shook his head again, and the two lovers exchanged mirror looks of confusion.
"Then what's wrong?" Ryo asked, leaning over to run his fingers soothingly through the damp blonde strands.
Bikky took a deep breath. "She's pregnant."
"That's great!" Ryo exclaimed, putting an arm around the young man's shoulders. "How far along is she?"
"She's halfway into her fourth month," came the reply. "She didn't want to tell me earlier and get our hopes up and then have something happen."
"Is it because she didn't tell you? Is that why you're upset?" Ryo pressed, trying to look into Bikky's eyes.
Two large fists banged the table, and the cremaric mug was upset, steaming liquid spreading over the polished tabletop. "Ryo, I'm scared shitless! I'm twenty-four and my wife is having a child and I'm deathly afraid of doing something to screw up!" the man replied, glaring at his foster father before breaking down into tears.
Ryo wrapped his arms around Bikky and patted his back soothingly. "Shhh, calm down, it'll be okay. I mean, Dee half-raised you, and you turned out fine."
"Hey!" the dark-haired detective protested as he searched for a rag to clean up the mess.
"You'll be a fine parent," Ryo reassured his son, smiling at his lover over the blonde's head. "You're just tired from working too hard and not getting enough sleep; go lay down in your room, we'll call Carol to let her know where you are."
Bikky sniffled, looking like the ten-year-old he used to be. "O-okay. Can you tell her--"
"We will," Dee replied, ruffling the long blonde hair. "Go get in your bed, monkey brat."
"Hey, I can stomp you now," Bikky replied, wiping his cheeks.
"Gotta catch me first--I'm smaller, more aerodynamic," Dee shot back, pushing the boy towards his room. The two fell into their groove of arguing with one another as they headed towards the bedroom, and Ryo smiled. Dee always knew what to say to their son to make it all better.
The half-Japanese man picked up the phone and pressed the number two, hearing the speed dial quickly toning out the number to Bikky and Carol's apartment. His daughter-in-law picked up on the third ring. "Ryo? Is Bikky there?"
"Yes he's here, Carol," Ryo reassured the girl. "He told us about it. Congratulations."
Carol chuckled. "Thank you. I guess I should have told him about it sooner, hmn?"
"That might have been better," Ryo agreed.
"I didn't think he'd take the news that badly," the woman admitted in a small voice, and Ryo had to smile to himself. Dee might know how to handle Bikky, but he knew how to handle Carol.
"He wasn't expecting such a big change in his life so suddenly, Carol. It was just a shock, he needed some time by himself to think about it."
He paused, thinking. "Do you want to come over here for the night?"
"Would you mind?"
"Of course not," the dark blonde replied, looking up at Dee. The dark-haired man made a hand motion signaling that Bikky was already asleep.
He must have been more tired than they had thought. "I'll come pick you up, okay? Don't go walking around in the rain!"
Carol laughed. "Yes DAD. I'll see you in a few."
"Okay. Oh, and Carol?"
"Hmn?"
"We love you, you know that, right?"
He could hear her smile on the other end of the line. "I do. Thanks, Ryo."
"I'll stay here in case Bikky wakes up," Dee said as Ryo hung up their phone. "I feel like they're ten and thirteen again."
"They still are kids," Ryo replied as his lover gathered him into those big strong arms he loved so much.
"They'll be fine," Dee said firmly, kissing Ryo's forehead as the blonde laid his cheek against his chest.
"We're going to be grandparents," Ryo said, a hint of excitement in his voice.
"I'm too young to be a grandfather," Dee groaned, but then smiled down at his lover. "You'll make a great grandma, though."
Ryo pinched Dee gently, making him laugh. "I'm gonna go pick up Carol, why don't you get comfy on the couch."
Dee kissed Ryo gently, smiling. "I'll be waiting with hot cocoa."
Ryo smiled back.
---
Title: Scare
Date Written: 11/29/05
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 632
Fandom: FAKE
Characters/Pairings: Carol/Bikky
Warnings: None, really.
Spoilers: Up through the fourth book
Disclaimer: Not mine
Notes: A second piece, somewhat companion-like to the one above. Carol's about nineteen, so Bikky's about sixteen.
"Baby, there's something I have to tell you," Carol confessed, looking up at Bikky. The two of them were lying in one another's embrace in his room, clothes on (this time) and just enjoying being close to one another.
"Hmn?" came the somewhat sleepy reply from her lover.
"I'm... Bikky, I'm late."
Blue eyes opened to look at her seriously. "How late?"
"About a week," she replied, her face turning downwards. "It's happened before, but this is the first time it's happened since we've been sleeping together. It might be nothing, but I thought you should know."
She could feel his gaze on her, and her face flushed with embarassement. "We can take care of it, if I am."
"Do you want to?" came the soft reply, and she looked up into his face again. "Carol, I told you when we first began having sex. If anything happened as a result of this, we'd agree on a way to take care of the situation." One large, cafe au lait colored hand rested on her abdomen.
"But primarily, it's your body. If you want to abort it, I'll help pay for it. If you want to give it up for adoption, I'll sign the papers." He brushed his lips against her forehead. "And if you want to keep it, I'll help you."
Carol felt tears pricking her eyes, and she buried her face in his shoulder. "I can't let you give up your life like that. It would be selfish."
He pulled her away, stroking her cheek with his thumb as he smiled down at her. "We'll take whatever comes at us together, okay? I'm not going to leave you for something silly like you carrying my child." He leaned down and licked a tear streaking down her cheek away.
"Tomorrow we'll go down to the free clinic and get a test done, okay?"
---
Bikky got into an argument with the nurse over if he was allowed into the room for the test results, but the doctor had eventually allowed him in once Carol told him that Bikky was most likely the father if she was pregnant. The two lovers had sat in the sterile room, hands linked as they answered every question the doctor threw at them to the best of their knowledge.
When the older man left to get the test results, Bikky leaned over to kiss Carol. "I love you, no matter what."
Carol smiled back. "If it comes back positive, I'm going to abort it."
"Are you sure?"
Carol nodded, her eyes sad. "It's the best option that I can see. Neither one of us is ready for a baby, and I know I'll never be able to give up your child."
Bikky smiled sadly back at her. "And I'll be there to hold your hand." He kissed the back of her pale hand. "We're in this together."
At that moment, the doctor came in, quietly shutting the door behind him before turning his attention to the two teenagers before him. "Congratulations, kids..."
---
Doctor Fitzgerald watched the two teenaged lovers he had just seen walk out the door of the free clinic. The boy lifted the girl up, spinning her around and smiling at her, watching her silver-blonde hair catch the sun.
"I take it they got some good news," his nurse said, putting away Carol's file.
"You know I can't answer that," the doctor replied, smiling at his nurse. "I can tell you that is one lucky woman, though."
The nurse laughed. "I thought her boyfriend was gonna bite my head off."
"He might have," Fitzgerald joked back, and the nurse frowned at him. "He really loves her."
"I could have told you that," the nurse shot back. "Woman's intuition."
Fitzgerald laughed. "Who's our next patient?"
---
Title: The Scholar
Date Written: 11/29/05
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 100
Fandom: Saiyuki
Characters/Pairings: Gonou/Kanan
Warnings: (tw)incest
Spoilers: Gonou/Hakkai arc
Disclaimer: Not mine
Notes: Kanan's POV. I don't know for a fact if Kanan and Gonou are twins (actually, I think they aren't), 05but I always see them as such. If anyone knows for certain, please let me know (and if they aren't, then let's just consider this an AU).
Sometimes, I feel so powerless.
Gonou is very much a scholar--his life is his work. He gets so absorbed in his writing he’ll skip meals, staying up all night and ignoring everything else in his life.
He’s eating across the table from me, reading from a thick tome while taking notes in a notebook. I clear the table, but he doesn’t even notice; nor does he comment when I refill his mug with peach brandy. He does look up when I kiss his forehead and smiles at me.
No matter how powerless I feel, though, I still love him.
---
Title: Only Child
Date Written: 11/29/05
Rating: PG
Word Count: 300
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou!
Characters/Pairings: Yuuri/Wolfram or Yuuri/Conrad (you pick!), Cheri [Celi], Gwendal
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Up through episode 47
Disclaimer: Not mine
Notes: For my stalkers (YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!) who like Gwen, dedicated to
moonraven_croft, because I got the idea when I was reading her fic 'Discoveries'. Also, I'm using the fansub names for Gwendal (von Walde) and Cheri. Sorry, but that's what I'm used to.Gwendal von Walde watched as his two younger brothers argued again over the Maou. While he definately had NOT liked Yuuri at first, he had slowly developed grudging respect for the young teen, much like he had for Conrad's father.
The chair across the table from him scraped along the floor, and he looked across to find his mother pouring herself a cup of tea. "They're so high-spirited, don't you agree Gwen?" she said cheerfully as Wolfram pulled his sword on his fiancee. This caused a frightened Yuuri to hide behind Conrad, the brunette chuckling good-naturedly at the young blonde, trying to convince him to sheathe his sword.
Fire elementals, Gwendal grumbled mentally, putting down his own teacup. "Mother..."
"Hmn?" Cheri said, looking up from a rather large piece of strawberry shortcake.
"I love my brothers," Gwendal started, pausing to think a moment.
Cheri laughed and leaned over to pat her eldest son's arm. "I know you do, Gwenny."
"It never bothered me that we had different fathers, not really," the tall warrior continued, eyes the color of sapphires watching the scene before him unfold. Apparently, Yuuri hiding behind Conrad had further enraged the swordsman, who was now swinging his blade at his brother.
Cheri smiled, cocking her head to one side as she listened to her son. It wasn't often that Gwendal spoke about such things to her.
Out in the courtyard, Conrad had been forced to pull his own sword or get an appendage chopped off. The clang of steel on steel floated in through the open window into the room where the former Maou and her Prince son were having afternoon tea.
"But sometimes, Mother, I really really wish I was an only child," he confessed, his face the epitome of seriousness.
Cheri couldn't help but laugh.
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Long Time FAKE Fan - New Fan of Yours
Date: 2005-12-02 04:25 am (UTC)I just wanted to drop you a quick note saying what a GREAT writer I think you are. I've been a fan of FAKE for quite some time, but, strangely enough, it wasn't until a few months back that I first came across your fics (even though I have scoured the net many a time in search of the further adventures of our fave boys.) You do a FABULOUS Dee and an even better Ryo. (So few people really do Ryo well.) And you are one of the few people who does a JJ/Drake pairing that I enjoy reading.
So, for all of the good fics you've put out there I just wanted to say thanks, and, if it helps at all, to encourage to keep treating us loyal fans to more of your stories. (And, greedy b**** that I am, to beg and humbly plead for more PWPs with Ryo and Dee - You do FABULOUS lemons as well.)
Once again, thanks!
BlueSimplicity
Re: Long Time FAKE Fan - New Fan of Yours
Date: 2005-12-02 05:00 am (UTC)I just reacently got into the fandom, actually. :: chuckles :: For some reason, these two boys just glomped on hard and wouldn't let go.
I'm so glad you like my writing--it gives me the warm fuzzies to see read things like this. And I'm actually working on a Dee/Ryo PWP--those are just so damn fun to write. :: giggles ::
If you ever have any requests, don't hesitate to let me know! ^__^
Thank you so much,
Gracie
Re: Long Time FAKE Fan - New Fan of Yours
Date: 2005-12-04 12:30 am (UTC)Truth be told, it wasn't until FAKE that I actually got into fanfiction. I never bothered with it before, but once I got to the end of the 7th manga, I was all "WHAT?? That's it?? Oh HELL no! That can't be it!" It's proven to be an interesting experience, to say the least.
Which leads me back to my original post. One of the things I LOVE the most about your work is how you portray Ryo. (I'm a HUGE Ryo fan, with Dee coming in half a breath behind him. <> Those boys. So interesting! So SEXY!!) So many people portray Ryo as this weeping, whiny mess who can't sneeze without crying, when, IMHO, in canon he was nothing like that. So, again, thank you for keeping Ryo the kind, compassionate, patient while wonderfully STRONG and stable man that he is.
And as for requests - You don't want to open that Pandora's box. Actually, one of my favourite pieces of yours was In the Line of Duty. (I have a kink for Ryo topping. Not because I don't think Dee and Ryo are equal in all aspects of their relationship - I also love well written lemons where Dee tops as well. It's just that it's so rare that we get to see Ryo exert any sense of sexuality or confidence in his homosexuality that I love well done Ryo topping Dee scenes.) Basically, I love anything well written. I didn't think I would find Ryo and Alicia believable, but you managed to make it a fun, well worth it read that I COMPLETELY enjoyed. (I'm also thoroughly enjoying Southern Charm and eagerly awaiting any updates as well.)
OK, I'll shut up now, before this ends up a post of pages and pages of praise. Erm, good job and keep up the good work!
Re: Long Time FAKE Fan - New Fan of Yours
Date: 2005-12-04 07:22 am (UTC)Aw, come on... request something. You know you want to... ^________^