Fuck the Fiercest Fables, 1/? NC-17 eventually.rufflefeatherDecember 19 2011, 03:41:20 UTC
(I'm banging this out on my iPad, so this is completely unbeta'd and probably full of mistakes!) ________________________________________________________________
Three girls are clutching hands and the tallest their mother’s skirt as they babble, fingers still sticky from candy corn and floss.
Rapunzel, Marcus thinks, as he glances up at the theater they are leaving, but he doesn’t remember there being a talking horse. He doesn’t recognize any of the films on the billboard.
‘Flynn was so dreamy,’ the tallest girl says and she curls a brown lock of hair around her finger as she gazes in the distance, no doubt seeing images of herself and the Flynn character riding away into a setting sun on the talking horse. ‘He’s my true love
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Re: Fuck the Fiercest Fables, 6/? NC-17 eventually.coeurdesoleilDecember 19 2011, 22:31:22 UTC
Oh wow this is gorgeous! I love love the poetic imagery in this and all the fairy-tale references. This is both hurty, and sweet, and funny, and intriguing!
Re: Fuck the Fiercest Fables, 7/? NC-17 eventually.rufflefeatherDecember 20 2011, 02:18:17 UTC
Marcus feels a hand at the base of his spine as he gulps down a glass of tap water. Don’t, he thinks as he screws his eyes shut, don’t start asking about my past now. Maybe there is time for that later, and his mind staggers that he even allows himself to think of a later. But Esca just increases the pressure on his back to turn Marcus around. He sets the glass down and complies
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Re: Fuck the Fiercest Fables, 7/? NC-17 eventually.aeroport_artDecember 20 2011, 04:15:31 UTC
Awww *happy sigh* this is lovely. I adore how you've captured the setting so nicely--all the references to how chilly it is, how warm the mugs are. Really sets the romantic mood ;)
Re: Fuck the Fiercest Fables, 8/8 NC-17 eventually.rufflefeatherDecember 20 2011, 06:30:31 UTC
And where he needs him soon changes. He doesn’t need to ask. He doesn’t need to say anything. He just looks Esca in the eye and Esca smiles and starts to kiss the length of Marcus’s body. Every touch is a meridian to his groin and by the time Esca plants his hands on either side of Marcus’s hips, Marcus is gasping, sweat beginning to pearl on his forehead
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Re: Fuck the Fiercest Fables, 8/8 NC-17 eventually.sistermineDecember 20 2011, 08:11:44 UTC
That was thoroughly enjoyable - bitter and then sweet. Marcus was delightful - all hurt and hopeful, and your Esca was a dream, finally getting this man he'd lusted after.
Re: Fuck the Fiercest Fables, 8/8 NC-17 eventually.poziomeczkaDecember 20 2011, 13:09:38 UTC
oh my. oh god. this is everything I have ever wanted from this prompt. there's just so much in it. I love the reoccurring imagery and the sheer beauty of your language and the piercing *feeling* of this fic. GOD. GOD.
Re: Fuck the Fiercest Fables, 8/8 NC-17 eventually.sibila_cantusDecember 22 2011, 06:31:39 UTC
Oh. Oh my god!
I'm going to clutch this fic tightly to my chest and keep it with me FOREVER.
You write so beautifully! I love your Marcus and his endearing insecurities, but my favorite were the glimpses into Esca's headspace, how he was too shy to approach Marcus but had all those FANTASIES about what Marcus' interests and what he would be like! ♥♥♥♥
Re: Fuck the Fiercest Fables, 8/8 NC-17 eventually.elzedJanuary 10 2012, 22:38:27 UTC
Oh, that was sensuous and hot and niiice. It's left me with a craving for hot chocolate (and, well, naked Channing Tatum on my kitchen counter would be welcome, too...)
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Three girls are clutching hands and the tallest their mother’s skirt as they babble, fingers still sticky from candy corn and floss.
Rapunzel, Marcus thinks, as he glances up at the theater they are leaving, but he doesn’t remember there being a talking horse. He doesn’t recognize any of the films on the billboard.
‘Flynn was so dreamy,’ the tallest girl says and she curls a brown lock of hair around her finger as she gazes in the distance, no doubt seeing images of herself and the Flynn character riding away into a setting sun on the talking horse. ‘He’s my true love ( ... )
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I'm going to clutch this fic tightly to my chest and keep it with me FOREVER.
You write so beautifully! I love your Marcus and his endearing insecurities, but my favorite were the glimpses into Esca's headspace, how he was too shy to approach Marcus but had all those FANTASIES about what Marcus' interests and what he would be like! ♥♥♥♥
Thank you SO MUCH for sharing!
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