This was originally posted for a PicFic I think, but it's one of my personal favorites from the stories I've written. There is a song that inspired me, but the story is Napoleon's and it's a fun little romp, at least I think so.
Sep. 2nd, 2016
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long running feature:
'WRITER'S CHOICE!'
Start going through your own stories, or those written by your favorite authors.
For those of you who are new to Section VII,
it's an opportunity for writers and readers to post their recs
of their favorite stories penned by them,
or their favorite author's stories.
Repost your story here in full, or post a link to it.
Post links to your fave author's fan fic
every Saturday
FOR
WRITER'S AND READERS CHOICE!
(the new name!)
There are authors out there who rarely have their stories recommended,
so this feature gives them a chance to put their fan fiction out there again
for people to read for the first time, or to re-read.
There's a lot of great stories that have been lost to time, and the vacuum of space
on the internet.
Time to draw attention to them again!
More details will be posted tomorrow!
The Florida Affair
Sep. 2nd, 2016 04:29 pmInspired by Hermine, who has been buffeting us for the past two days.
Napoleon wiped his face with a sodden handkerchief, then returned it to his breast pocket, where it hung limply.
Illya snorted, rainwater running off his chin. “An exercise in futility.”
“It passes the time,” Napoleon said dulcetly. “Not so smug about your turtleneck anymore, hmmm?”
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Napoleon wiped his face with a sodden handkerchief, then returned it to his breast pocket, where it hung limply.
Illya snorted, rainwater running off his chin. “An exercise in futility.”
“It passes the time,” Napoleon said dulcetly. “Not so smug about your turtleneck anymore, hmmm?”
( Read more... )