Here is my complete Masterlist. Fanfiction by genre.

I'm also on fanfiction net. Here: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1455499/icingsugar

Ashes To Ashes:

The Hourglass - Ashes to Ashes, Gene/Alex romance, angst.

Political RPS:

Mandelborne (George Osborne/Peter ( Read more... )

Upon first meeting the boy the initial concerns I had developed through his writings became concrete, he was all passion without having common sense, his brow set in a constant glare of suspicion. I had heard all about his exploits with Signac of course, how could I have not? Their quarrel was legendary amongst those who practised our craft but I ( Read more... )

Sunrise. And out to work once again. I sometimes wonder is it just my curse that I should not go by a single day without thinking of anything other than my creations? I remember a time, once, when God was my life. I think perhaps dedicating ones life to God would be less of a challenge than dedicating it to art. With a life of religion there is a ( Read more... )

She can't quite remember how long she has wanted this but she knows, deep down, that Ed has wanted it far longer. His mouth is currently latched onto her right nipple and it's almost adorable, she thinks, the way his sweet little lips are sucking at her like he's been imaging this moment for years. It occurs to her that perhaps he has. Perhaps he's ( Read more... )

"Harder. Fuck ( Read more... )

"You can’t keep coming here Michael.” A small knock at the door had awoke Ed Miliband from his gentle slumber, and upon finding Michael Gove once again at his front door, he saw no other option but to let him in. The man seemed tiny in the dim half-light cast by the lamp in the street. He wasn’t quite shivering yet, but his arms were wrapped ( Read more... )

David had almost finished emptying his office when there was a small knock at the door. All of his possessions had been tidied away into a large cardboard box, the only token of his time in office. His photographs, notes, books…the Strauss CD Nick had lent him, all packed away…the space looking terribly bare without them ( Read more... )

Peter didn’t know where this “thing” was going but he knew he had to get George out of it before it was too late. He was like a shadow, attached to Peter at all times, trailing along beside him like a whelp. Sooner or later someone would see, the press would be onto them like wasps swarming in the heat of summer, ready to attack and destroy them ( Read more... )

It was breaking apart again, and this time he wasn’t sure if he should try to stop it. Things were so different now…the kisses which had first been treacherous and illicit were now tame and familiar. George had once been fascinating to him. All bright eyes and crooked smile, like he had something to hide…some secret buried deep inside. The first ( Read more... )

They had been friends for years. Years and years…and he was so close, hand resting gently on his knee, body positioned inwards, lips close enough to kiss. He wasn’t quite sure how long he had wanted to kiss the other man’s lips for, but he supposed it must have been the last few months…late nights working together and such long hours. The quiet ( Read more... )