+ Maximum Rating: NC17 light: less explicit, more passionate
+ Genres (underline all you're happy to write): Angst, Fluff, AU, Crossover, Smut, Humor, Gen.
+ Crossovers/AUs I'll try: AU: modern, medieval and other historical time periods {20’s, 40’s, 60’s etc…} // Crossovers: X Files, Roswell, Once Upon a Time, Doctor Who, One Tree Hill, Star Wars (including Timothy Zahn novels)
+ I like to write/wish in general:*Genres/Types ~ All of these I love! > romance {passionate smut and fluff}, humor, drama, angst, adventure or mystery, fantasy/science fiction, magic, prequel fic, dark! fic/character(s) {allowing me to keep the character dynamic}, AU {modern, medieval, futuristic, historical time periods, unique/original settings are fine}, Cannon {scene extenders/alterations/missing scenes etc…}, triangles with A/G endgame, first meet fics, flirtations, daring encounters, A/G starting out as friends or coworkers etc…, baby/kid fics okay, character death with dignity okay
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The Inevitable Change / Romance-Angst-Historical-Lyrical / Arthur/Gwen, mention of Uther / PG13 Author’s Note: There’s a sad very true historical element to this story as it takes place right before the US’s biggest economic crash ever. That element comes at the end of the story. Nothing graphic, but wanted to give a heads up.
They said that the times were about to change. All that it’s a gas man, yeah, not going to last forever. Stocks were bouncing all over the place. Men were getting too lucky. Women paying with credit like it was going out of style. It was all getting so seedy, the ‘roaring’ times they called them. Oh the fabulous 20’s. Dames and their gents. Hoofing it up. Hopping from one club to another. Hanging on every jazz horn.
Change was just hovering in the air my friends. Change. And a reunion.
A new beginning, amid the coming horror.His Daddy was Uther Pendragon, one of the richest men alive. Played the markets like a lover. Won every time. He owned about half the block, named his mansion, or
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The joint is filled with smoke and tawdry flamingos. He caught the name outside, Avalon Heights. More like Avalon Cheesiness. No matter. There’s a mess of people at the front, all clamoring in to catch her singing. He makes his way through, impatient, body still a mess of nerves and anxiousness
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Her voice loses it. She steps back like she’s stung. The band stares at her, the pianist reaching out for her arm, gesturing to the mike.
Arthur frowns, gestures too.
Easy baby. Don’t lose it now. Keep it cool honey.
He knows she can’t believe it. He barely can either. But she’s got to finish the song. She can’t let it hang there. He keeps gesturing.
And she returns to the mike. Regains her composure like only a pro could. Starts singing. Once again letting the music take her away. Her eyes slowly closing with passionate vocalism.
“Oh yes let them begin the beguine Make them play Til the stars that were there before Return above you Til you whisper to me Once more darling I love you And we suddenly know what heaven we’re in When they begin the beguine”It’s ending, coming to its last notes. Her eyes are still closed, her body, her heart bound to the music, the top of her breasts just a tease of her
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They kiss once more. And again. And more. And that night they make love in her apartment. Their passions rise to the ceiling. They cry out ecstasy. All before the terrible storm. All before the morning dawns
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+ Maximum Rating: NC17 light: less explicit, more passionate
+ Genres (underline all you're happy to write): Angst, Fluff, AU, Crossover, Smut, Humor, Gen.
+ Crossovers/AUs I'll try: AU: modern, medieval and other historical time periods {20’s, 40’s, 60’s etc…} // Crossovers: X Files, Roswell, Once Upon a Time, Doctor Who, One Tree Hill, Star Wars (including Timothy Zahn novels)
+ I like to write/wish in general:*Genres/Types ~ All of these I love! > romance {passionate smut and fluff}, humor, drama, angst, adventure or mystery, fantasy/science fiction, magic, prequel fic, dark! fic/character(s) {allowing me to keep the character dynamic}, AU {modern, medieval, futuristic, historical time periods, unique/original settings are fine}, Cannon {scene extenders/alterations/missing scenes etc…}, triangles with A/G endgame, first meet fics, flirtations, daring encounters, A/G starting out as friends or coworkers etc…, baby/kid fics okay, character death with dignity okay ( ... )
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I'm sure you'll both get banners. You guys are speed writers.
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And well you ended it too soon!
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Did I? Well it happened in Vegas...has to stay there, lol!
Thanks. Glad you liked it.
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Author’s Note: There’s a sad very true historical element to this story as it takes place right before the US’s biggest economic crash ever. That element comes at the end of the story. Nothing graphic, but wanted to give a heads up.
They said that the times were about to change. All that it’s a gas man, yeah, not going to last forever. Stocks were bouncing all over the place. Men were getting too lucky. Women paying with credit like it was going out of style. It was all getting so seedy, the ‘roaring’ times they called them. Oh the fabulous 20’s. Dames and their gents. Hoofing it up. Hopping from one club to another. Hanging on every jazz horn.
Change was just hovering in the air my friends. Change. And a reunion.
A new beginning, amid the coming horror.His Daddy was Uther Pendragon, one of the richest men alive. Played the markets like a lover. Won every time. He owned about half the block, named his mansion, or ( ... )
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Arthur?
He smiles just a tad.
Mouths back.
Hello again Guinevere. Long time.
Her voice loses it. She steps back like she’s stung. The band stares at her, the pianist reaching out for her arm, gesturing to the mike.
Arthur frowns, gestures too.
Easy baby. Don’t lose it now. Keep it cool honey.
He knows she can’t believe it. He barely can either. But she’s got to finish the song. She can’t let it hang there. He keeps gesturing.
And she returns to the mike. Regains her composure like only a pro could. Starts singing. Once again letting the music take her away. Her eyes slowly closing with passionate vocalism.
“Oh yes let them begin the beguine
Make them play
Til the stars that were there before
Return above you
Til you whisper to me
Once more darling I love you
And we suddenly know what heaven we’re in
When they begin the beguine”It’s ending, coming to its last notes. Her eyes are still closed, her body, her heart bound to the music, the top of her breasts just a tease of her ( ... )
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