Fandoms: Rome and Battlestar Galactica (This story is set in the To The Victor, The Spoils universe. In order to understand the full canon, it may be necessary to read the previous partsPairing/Characters: Cicero, Felix Gaeta/Marc Antony, undertones of Cicero/Felix ( Read more... )

Whatever Cicero was expecting, it wasn’t this.

“Where is Antony?” he’d asked, upon entering the man’s home, guided by a slave.

“His bedchamber,” said the slave, bowing. “He left orders to bring you there.”

Irregular, but there wasn’t anything Cicero could do about it. “Lead me there,” Cicero snapped, irate at the abrupt summons, angry ( Read more... )

I have tomorrow entirely free, and I'm sick and tired of not writing anything. And hence, because you guys watching the community should have some input on what I write, another round of comment ficlets!

There are many new people to the community since I did my last round of comment ficlets (check out previous comment ficlet posts here), so here ( Read more... )

SOME-ONE can't post anything with an lj-cut on her journal, because of LJ's super-lame server problems ( Read more... )

In early light, Antony awakens by reflex, his body stirring alert, awake, his heartbeat coming faster.

Felix sleeps soundly next to him, breathing even, tucked securely into the crook of Antony’s arm. Antony reaches up, ready to touch, but he stops himself a hairsbreadth away from Felix’s skin.

He has the urge, suddenly, to wake Felix, to ( Read more... )

Okay. Those of you on my regular flist know the deal, but I've decided to run this again: COMMENT FICLETS. For a slight distraction while writing pirate fic and studying for AP exams ( Read more... )

So. Recently, in my personal journal, I did a challenge wherein people comment on the post with an icon, and I write a ficlet based on said icon. These are the results of that challenge. They run the entire gamut of fandoms (Rome to BSG to Torchwood to random pirates AU) and genres (slash, femslash, het), ratings (anywhere from PG to NC-17) and ( Read more... )

Felix is having trouble getting used to this.

He’s sore again, very sore, and he feels strange, off, like his limbs aren’t exactly in place. He’s not very comfortable, either, sitting with his legs drawn half-underneath him on a mat, his temple resting against Antony’s thigh. Antony’s hand slides through Felix’s hair, strokes him, like a pet, ( Read more... )

Antony leads Felix into a side room of the house - a guest room, Felix guesses, because of the prominently situated bed, and oh gods Felix’s knees go weak at the thought of actually sleeping somewhere comfortable. It looks even softer than the racks aboard Galactica, which are barely a pad over a cold metal frame.

Felix feels a stroke just ( Read more... )

There are a thousand things to see; Felix doesn’t know where to look first.

He was prepared for a city, of course, but somehow he was expecting rough, wooden houses and dingy streets full of waste - but this, this is completely beyond anything he imagined. Wide-open cobbled streets, buildings made of wood, yes, but also - perhaps some kind of ( Read more... )