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Heylo people of this fine incest communitay. We need to pimp it, yo. Anyway a couple of my fictatious incest.
Fandom: HP
Pairing: Patil!cest
Rating: PG
Length: Extremely short (drabble)
"Parvati, it isn't supposed to be like this. It's wrong, all of it. And I can't- we can't...do this anymore. Do you understand?"
No. The bathroom walls gleamed dully. The light of one bare bulb that swung in some invisible breeze seemed to reflect Parvati’s feelings. It swung back and forth despairingly.
I don’t understand. A faint trickle of water dripped from pipes of the sink that had never worked. They spattered on the tile floor resignedly. Assorted staff members had attempted to fix this drip with no avail.
I love you. The faded gray-blue stalls, paint chipped and cracked, were covered in graffiti. Emblazoned with names and years and hearts and love it seems destined nothing anymore.
“I understand, Padma.”
Fandom: ASOUE
Pairing: Violet/Klaus (Violaus)
Rating: PG right now
Length: Loong (fic.)
Klaus felt...strangely not nervous. He knew something was wrong with getting in a car with a stranger, but the feeling that he was doing something morally wrong was missing. Shaking away the guilty feeling of not feeling guilty, the brown-haired boy scrambled into the car after his siblings. The woman who had introduced herself as Kit gently smiled, revved the engine and pulled away from the curb. All three siblings couldn't help but turn and watch the figure of Mr. Poe, frantically waving, to slowly grow miniscule.
"Kit Snicket? Jacques's sister?" Klaus heard the soft voice of his elder sister inquire in an almost-disbelieving voice. The woman driving the car laughed, and nodded.
"That's me. And you're the Baudelaires?" Kit was speaking in a manner almost as shocked as Violet, but more believing. Klaus smiled.
"Yes, that's us. We're so glad you were here." He knew what he was saying was the truth, but he still wasn't quite sure what made him so assured that they were in better clutches than they would be with Mr. Poe. Are you nuts? Almost anyone is better than Mr. Poe! piped up that insane voice inside his head that never seemed to end up at quite the same conclusion as the rest of his being.
They drove in silence for a few minutes, unsure as to what should come next. "Are we-are you taking us to Hotel Denouement?" Klaus asked, praying that the answer was yes.
"Where else?" Kit replied, with a slight edge of bitterness, not even blinking. "There simply isn't any other place for people like us." A delicate emphasis was placed on the word 'us'.
The Baudelaire siblings knew, for the most part, when too many questions were asked, and they should remain quiet. This was one of those times. Klaus glanced at Sunny and Violet, attempting to ensure that they did not appear too nervous. Sunny was sitting peacefully, her feet a good foot from the floor of the car, staring out the window. She trusted her siblings judgement fully, and didn't appear overly nervous. Violet was showing signs of a person that had run out of reasonable options, and was forced to take the most acceptable of the remaining options. Otherwise, she appeared somewhat content. Klaus put a hand on her shoulder. It was unneccessary, but some unidentifiable emotion had spurred him on to do so anyway.
"Are you alright?" Klaus asked, feeling he needed to validate his physical contact in some way, knowing the lack of need for the question.
"I'm fine," Violet smiled a weak smile, "I thought you would have known."
It was true, the siblings had a bond. Klaus could almost always tell what his elder and youngest sister was thinking, and vice-versa. This bond was strongest in times of peril. Unfortunately, the three siblings had their fair share of peril in the past few months.
The car was silent for what seemed an unbearable amount of time. Being in a car with nothing to do had its negative sides, no matter the positives of the destination. They had seen several books occupying the passenger's side of the taxi, but figured it best not to request them. It wasn't so much that the siblings were bored, as they were anxious. Unsure as to what was coming, without anything to occupy their time they were forced to imagine various scenarios when they arrived at Hotel Denouement. Who would be there? A parent, a long-lost friend?
Eventually the gentle purring of the car, and the fall of nighttime outside lulled the siblings to sleep. Sunny lay her head in Violet's lap, and the older two siblings simply leaned back against the seats and slept in that matter, however uncomfortable the position was. It was uncertain how long they slept, but when they awoke, it was pitch black outside.
The car had stopped, and Kit was opening her door.
"We're here," she announced in a relieved manner. It was clear she hadn't enjoyed the long car ride either.
The Baudelaires opened their car door and exited, stretching their cramped muscles and yawning before gazing at their surroundings. All three siblings gasped. They didn't know what they were expecting, but it wasn't this. Hotel Denouement was HUGE. Larger than a football field in diameter, and taller than one as well. It more resembled a castle than a real hotel. The stone turrets and towers seemed to disappear into the black of the night as they stretched so far above them. It was, in a word, magnificent.
"It's beautiful, yes?" Kit's resounding voice called from ahead of them. "We'd better get inside. People are probably waiting...for both of us."
The siblings froze, suddenly struck by the nervous jitters. Who would be waiting for them?
"Come!" The youngest sibling lead her elder siblings up the stone pathway lined with shrubs. From what they could see the lawn was quite kept. It was clear what Sunny had meant, so they stepped forward and continued following both Kit and Sunny. They reached an enormous wooden doorway, with a bronze handle. Kit knocked. A strange array of knocking, as if in the form of some sort of a code. And it probably was, considering. The siblings had encountered many VFD codes so far.
Footsteps could be heard from behind the doorway, approaching.
"Password?" A voice that they Baudelaires were not at all familiar with greeted their ears. It was rough and mournful, unquestionably male.
"The world is quiet here," Kit replied. Kit and the man behind the door's voiced harmonized, as if related.
The door swung open on its bronze hinges with a creak, and the Baudelaires gave each other one last glance before gazing before them to see what lie ahead.
Fandom: HP
Pairing: Patil!cest
Rating: PG
Length: Extremely short (drabble)
"Parvati, it isn't supposed to be like this. It's wrong, all of it. And I can't- we can't...do this anymore. Do you understand?"
No. The bathroom walls gleamed dully. The light of one bare bulb that swung in some invisible breeze seemed to reflect Parvati’s feelings. It swung back and forth despairingly.
I don’t understand. A faint trickle of water dripped from pipes of the sink that had never worked. They spattered on the tile floor resignedly. Assorted staff members had attempted to fix this drip with no avail.
I love you. The faded gray-blue stalls, paint chipped and cracked, were covered in graffiti. Emblazoned with names and years and hearts and love it seems destined nothing anymore.
“I understand, Padma.”
Fandom: ASOUE
Pairing: Violet/Klaus (Violaus)
Rating: PG right now
Length: Loong (fic.)
Klaus felt...strangely not nervous. He knew something was wrong with getting in a car with a stranger, but the feeling that he was doing something morally wrong was missing. Shaking away the guilty feeling of not feeling guilty, the brown-haired boy scrambled into the car after his siblings. The woman who had introduced herself as Kit gently smiled, revved the engine and pulled away from the curb. All three siblings couldn't help but turn and watch the figure of Mr. Poe, frantically waving, to slowly grow miniscule.
"Kit Snicket? Jacques's sister?" Klaus heard the soft voice of his elder sister inquire in an almost-disbelieving voice. The woman driving the car laughed, and nodded.
"That's me. And you're the Baudelaires?" Kit was speaking in a manner almost as shocked as Violet, but more believing. Klaus smiled.
"Yes, that's us. We're so glad you were here." He knew what he was saying was the truth, but he still wasn't quite sure what made him so assured that they were in better clutches than they would be with Mr. Poe. Are you nuts? Almost anyone is better than Mr. Poe! piped up that insane voice inside his head that never seemed to end up at quite the same conclusion as the rest of his being.
They drove in silence for a few minutes, unsure as to what should come next. "Are we-are you taking us to Hotel Denouement?" Klaus asked, praying that the answer was yes.
"Where else?" Kit replied, with a slight edge of bitterness, not even blinking. "There simply isn't any other place for people like us." A delicate emphasis was placed on the word 'us'.
The Baudelaire siblings knew, for the most part, when too many questions were asked, and they should remain quiet. This was one of those times. Klaus glanced at Sunny and Violet, attempting to ensure that they did not appear too nervous. Sunny was sitting peacefully, her feet a good foot from the floor of the car, staring out the window. She trusted her siblings judgement fully, and didn't appear overly nervous. Violet was showing signs of a person that had run out of reasonable options, and was forced to take the most acceptable of the remaining options. Otherwise, she appeared somewhat content. Klaus put a hand on her shoulder. It was unneccessary, but some unidentifiable emotion had spurred him on to do so anyway.
"Are you alright?" Klaus asked, feeling he needed to validate his physical contact in some way, knowing the lack of need for the question.
"I'm fine," Violet smiled a weak smile, "I thought you would have known."
It was true, the siblings had a bond. Klaus could almost always tell what his elder and youngest sister was thinking, and vice-versa. This bond was strongest in times of peril. Unfortunately, the three siblings had their fair share of peril in the past few months.
The car was silent for what seemed an unbearable amount of time. Being in a car with nothing to do had its negative sides, no matter the positives of the destination. They had seen several books occupying the passenger's side of the taxi, but figured it best not to request them. It wasn't so much that the siblings were bored, as they were anxious. Unsure as to what was coming, without anything to occupy their time they were forced to imagine various scenarios when they arrived at Hotel Denouement. Who would be there? A parent, a long-lost friend?
Eventually the gentle purring of the car, and the fall of nighttime outside lulled the siblings to sleep. Sunny lay her head in Violet's lap, and the older two siblings simply leaned back against the seats and slept in that matter, however uncomfortable the position was. It was uncertain how long they slept, but when they awoke, it was pitch black outside.
The car had stopped, and Kit was opening her door.
"We're here," she announced in a relieved manner. It was clear she hadn't enjoyed the long car ride either.
The Baudelaires opened their car door and exited, stretching their cramped muscles and yawning before gazing at their surroundings. All three siblings gasped. They didn't know what they were expecting, but it wasn't this. Hotel Denouement was HUGE. Larger than a football field in diameter, and taller than one as well. It more resembled a castle than a real hotel. The stone turrets and towers seemed to disappear into the black of the night as they stretched so far above them. It was, in a word, magnificent.
"It's beautiful, yes?" Kit's resounding voice called from ahead of them. "We'd better get inside. People are probably waiting...for both of us."
The siblings froze, suddenly struck by the nervous jitters. Who would be waiting for them?
"Come!" The youngest sibling lead her elder siblings up the stone pathway lined with shrubs. From what they could see the lawn was quite kept. It was clear what Sunny had meant, so they stepped forward and continued following both Kit and Sunny. They reached an enormous wooden doorway, with a bronze handle. Kit knocked. A strange array of knocking, as if in the form of some sort of a code. And it probably was, considering. The siblings had encountered many VFD codes so far.
Footsteps could be heard from behind the doorway, approaching.
"Password?" A voice that they Baudelaires were not at all familiar with greeted their ears. It was rough and mournful, unquestionably male.
"The world is quiet here," Kit replied. Kit and the man behind the door's voiced harmonized, as if related.
The door swung open on its bronze hinges with a creak, and the Baudelaires gave each other one last glance before gazing before them to see what lie ahead.