fanfic quotes
cuz i havent posted in a super long time
Title: The Gypsy’s Ribbon: Tales of the Evangelique and Her Dastardly Crew
Author: Pixie-blade
Rating: M
Link: http://pixie-blade.livejournal.com/92314.html#cutid1
Quote: Julien smiled softly down on his kneeling form, his free hand smoothing over the silken cloth holding his hair back, “That’s the first time you’ve gone against my wishes, Adrian.”
“Yes, well, if you keep doing stupid things like this it’ll happen more often.” He muttered darkly.
Julien chuckled softly as Adrian twisted his hand back and forth, the light catching each shard-the splintering rainbow of colors dancing across the table as Adrian gingerly pulled them from the torn flesh.
“I think I prefer this side of you.”
“What, the pissed-off version? Believe me; it’s not as pretty as you think.”
“I am not a fucking monkey!”
*WHACK*
“Ow!!! Se~bas~tain!! Why’d you do that?” Holding his head in his hands, Gregory looked up in shocked indignation at the priest.
“How many times do I have to tell you not to fucking curse?”
“You do it all the time!”
“And if I told you to throw yourself off the cliffs would you do that too?!”
“YES!”
Title: Blame it on the heat
Author: Pixie-blade
Rating: M
Link: http://pixie-blade.livejournal.com/158989.html?#cutid1
Quote:
Hakkai smiled, the look a little terrifying as Gojyo realized it was #78: the “you asked for this, so don’t you dare to complain about it later” look. That one normally meant he’d be sore for a few days afterwards, but damn was it worth it.
Wrapping the almost waist length strands around his fingers until they resembled bloody cords Hakkai suddenly yanked harshly, toppling Gojyo who sprawled beside him on the inn bed. With a wolfish glint to his dark green eyes he crawled across the still damp man and sat heavily over his thighs, settling right behind the hard line suddenly tenting the thin terry cloth.
“See, it’s very dangerous to have your hair this long. Who knows what kind of strange, perverted youkai you might attract?” he explained calmly, like he was talking to a rather thick child.
Gojyo snorted, “Yeah, like I haven’t already got the scariest motherfucking demon riding my back most nights anyways.”
Quotes from different stories by theskywasblue because most of her stuff never fails to make me cry
Title: If Found
Rating: PG-ish
Link: http://theskywasblue.livejournal.com/125452.html#cutid2
Quote: “Gojyo,” she whispers, “oh Gojyo, my baby, I love you so much. Don’t you ever forget that.”
He loves her too, squeezes his eyes shut, presses his face against her soap-sweet neck, tangles his hands in her dark hair and doesn’t dare to ever let go.
And when he wakes in the morning to cold sunlight and the smell of stale cigarettes and unwashed sheets, he struggles for a moment to remember her face, before the fog of sleep and old pain destroys his desire to remember at all.
Title: Five Times Gojyo Offered Hakkai A Cigarette
Rating: PG-13 for man-kissing and bad language
Link: http://theskywasblue.livejournal.com/73957.html
Quote The third time, he does it to try and break the tension.
They're sitting together, the night after the Chin Yisou incident. Fuckup. Whatever. Hakkai is staring at his hands like they're spiders sewn on to the ends of his wrists every time he thinks Gojyo won't notice. Gojyo has this crazy sensation like falling in the pit of his stomach and he wants to just grab Hakkai - feel the solid weight of his body, the warmth of it, inhale his clean fresh leaf smell and just make sure, absolutely positively sure that he's really there.
Instead he says, "Smoke?"
Hakkai shakes his head and smiles just a little.
Title: Sleeping with Ghosts
Link: http://theskywasblue.livejournal.com/45987.html#cutid1
Quote
He tries to make rice - which always turns out runny, always makes Jien laugh a little at him for not being able to do something so simple - scalds his hand on the hot water, and realizes, suddenly, that Jien is not coming back.
For a long time, all he can do is stand there and watch the water boil over. Then he turns the heat off grabs the jacket nearest the door - Jien’s jacket, heavy and far too big, flapping in the wind as Gojyo runs so that something like his brother’s ghost seems to chase at his heels - and goes, knowing he’ll never catch up; furious, not at Jien’s betrayal, but his own. Furious at himself for not calling out, furious at himself for not being able to run fast enough, for not being able to die fast enough.
Title: Taking Me Away
Link: http://theskywasblue.livejournal.com/28965.html#cutid1
Quote
“Jien?” Gojyo wanders into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes, hair tangled, and face puffy with sleep, climbs into the chair which is meant to be his, but is empty more often than not. All the chairs are empty most nights. No one sits down to dinner anymore.
Did we ever? Jien wonders; was there ever a family here?
He can’t remember. The house has become a strange place, full of shadows and sorrow. If the family ever existed, the father has gone away now, the mother has become something unrecognizable and the children are dead.
Now the ghosts of two brothers sit across from one another at the table and don’t know what to say.
Quotes from various stories on vom marlows kink meme
You’re scared." His voice was deeper than usual, and rougher (hungrier, Gojyo’s brain helpfully supplied), and that new rumbling growl was making the hair all over Gojyo’s body stand up. Angry-youkai vibe was nothing new. ...Angry youkai licking a swath up the side of his neck? That was new. "You’re scared of me?"
"I’m tied to a chair three feet away from a bunch of sliced up gangsters and you’re licking me. No, I’m fuckin’ scared of catching a cold." http://vom-marlowe.livejournal.com/140768.html?page=1#comments
Not being all that interested in being beaten with the fan after being beaten by a fucking army, Gojyo left the monkey to patch Sanzo up(All's Fair In) http://vom-marlowe.livejournal.com/140768.html?page=1#comments
Hakkai had gotten, he admitted, possibly too enthusiastic about eliminating the nest of centipedes in the mattress, Gojyo had suggested a drink. http://vom-marlowe.livejournal.com/140768.html?page=3#comments
Hakkai likes vegetables, so there as gonna be vegetables, and Hakkai liked food that wasn’t on fire or covered in barbeque sauce and then set on fire, and since Gojyo could boil water without setting it on fire (Hakkai’d even said so!), he was gonna make ravis. Ravlies. Roofies. Little stuffed noodle things. And salad. With vegetables. http://vom-marlowe.livejournal.com/140768.html?page=3#comments
And he'd written that he wanted strawberry-flavoured lube. Sanzo, where do you get that? Can you eat it? Why didn't you buy me any? Sanzo?"
Sanzo closed his eyes and tried to make himself as small as possible. This was oddly like watching a train wreck. From the point of view of the person on the tracks. Still, prompt and decisive action had always been his forte. He seized impulse and fan with the same hand and swung with all his might.
The Goddess herself would have quailed before the sheer venom that fueled that fan. Goku fell without a sound.
Sanzo marched into Gojyo and Hakkai's room with the air of an avenging god. The idiots were on the bed kissing, and this barely gave him pause. (This marked a significant occasion in Sanzo's history - whereas earlier, he would have said that catching Gojyo under Hakkai, pinned to the bed, blindfolded (and absolutely loving it if the noises he was making as Hakkai teethed his nipple were any indication) was the most traumatising experience of his nearly nonexistent sex life, everything paled before the last five minutes.) http://vom-marlowe.livejournal.com/140768.html?page=10#comments
As it was, he spent most of his time at college in a confused sort of hypertension. Hakkai was cool. He was so cool. He was a also nerd and he played World of Warcraft and he had the complete Babylon 5 crew in model form that he'd bought off eBay, lined up on his shelves. He read chemistry books for pleasure and was learning Latin in his spare time. He wore scruffy tennis shoes and sometimes a t-shirt with wolves and rainbows on. He ate salad
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Gojyo took his shoes off and was stupidly thrilled when Hakkai copied him, then curled his legs up under him on the sofa. He looked like a swan. A swan with a sandwich. A hot nerdy swan. Shut up.