So you want fanfic of fanfic? I can do that. How about something post fic?
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Sanzo drew out his light from his robe pocket.
"Don't you dare," Yaone said, not looking up from where she'd pillowed her head on her arms, resting on the kitchen table. "It's awful enough just smelling the smoke on your skin."
"Ch," Sanzo retorted. "You've never complained about that before."
At this Yaone looked up, her expression beyond pissed.
"Before, I wasn't *knocked up,*" She looked revolted at her own words and hid her head back in her arms. "Oh, *Gods.*"
And yeah, this was really fun to write. nimble had a couple lines in the fic about the whole pregnancy issue, and since then I have SO wanted her to write something about that for them. Either just a scare of the actual thing.
And I just had to play with the idea that cigerette smoke makes Yaone ill. Glad you liked.
I was actually writing this in my head when I was trying to get myself in a better mental space to sleep last night, with mixed results, considering it was BREAKING MY HEART.
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The first thing Gojyo noticed about Li Jian was that she was fucking gorgeous - long, platinum blonde hair, some of the fairest skin he'd ever seen, and these perfect, perky breasts beneath the fabric of her snug black jacket.
The next thing he noticed was the way she looked at her daughter.
Zhi was darting around her mother, talking a mile a minute, and Jian was watching her with this amused, interested expression, as they walked down the road. They were clearly together, clearly a family, and Gojyo watched them walk down the lane with more complete attention than was typical, even considering Jain was a class-A hottie.
But think of the beautiful angst! And the adorableness of Uncle Gojyo with the little one! And how cute it always is to see him instantly switching gears from shameless lothario to knight-in-tarnished-armor!
And both of them with have blue, blue eyes and after Gojyo wakes up he'd play with her after school and they'd make daisy crowns with forget-me-knots that match her eyes and he'd teach her how to play poker and cheat, and after she runs away from the orphanage that's how she'd survive, because she knew her mother never wanted her to have to sell her body and FUCK NOW I'M MENTALLY WRITING THE SEQUEL!
Yeah, plus at that point she'd be very hurt by him cause he'd left her in that orphanage (I have the feeling she saw him walk away), plus she'd not that much younger (Jian was about 4 years older, Zhi only about ten years younger) and I really do have a Gojyo + younger women he met when they were girls (shut up, if it can be heinlin's kink it can be mine, okay?)
Good thing he'd have already taught her how to handle herself back when they were kids.
No, no, you're good, the smaller age difference, falling in love after a reunion with someone first met as kids is a pretty classic trope.
If it were Heinlein, now, she'd be a buxom redheaded brilliant astrophysicist who really really just happens to want to be knocked up constantly, oh and also there's about a half-dozen more brilliant sexy babes just like her and they're all in a plural marriage where they have witty intellectual conversations between boinking each other silly.
Nope, not a buxon redhead. She is quite smart, but she's blonde and small-breasted and has a bit of a temper and a sarcastic streak. (Because I want to be really sure I'm not just rewriting him with Yaone.)
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Is that telling you about a story you haven't written?
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Sanzo drew out his light from his robe pocket.
"Don't you dare," Yaone said, not looking up from where she'd pillowed her head on her arms, resting on the kitchen table. "It's awful enough just smelling the smoke on your skin."
"Ch," Sanzo retorted. "You've never complained about that before."
At this Yaone looked up, her expression beyond pissed.
"Before, I wasn't *knocked up,*" She looked revolted at her own words and hid her head back in her arms. "Oh, *Gods.*"
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Tell you about a fanfic that you haven't written like...yeah. Gotcha.
Still, uber love for this, it made my day...It tops my friend leaping around at Auditions. I love you.
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And yeah, this was really fun to write. nimble had a couple lines in the fic about the whole pregnancy issue, and since then I have SO wanted her to write something about that for them. Either just a scare of the actual thing.
And I just had to play with the idea that cigerette smoke makes Yaone ill. Glad you liked.
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The first thing Gojyo noticed about Li Jian was that she was fucking gorgeous - long, platinum blonde hair, some of the fairest skin he'd ever seen, and these perfect, perky breasts beneath the fabric of her snug black jacket.
The next thing he noticed was the way she looked at her daughter.
Zhi was darting around her mother, talking a mile a minute, and Jian was watching her with this amused, interested expression, as they walked down the road. They were clearly together, clearly a family, and Gojyo watched them walk down the lane with more complete attention than was typical, even considering Jain was a class-A hottie.
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You know what? I have the horrible suspiction that I'm going to end up writing this now.
You bitch.
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C'MON YOU KNOW YOU WANNA WRITE IT.
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And both of them with have blue, blue eyes and after Gojyo wakes up he'd play with her after school and they'd make daisy crowns with forget-me-knots that match her eyes and he'd teach her how to play poker and cheat, and after she runs away from the orphanage that's how she'd survive, because she knew her mother never wanted her to have to sell her body and FUCK NOW I'M MENTALLY WRITING THE SEQUEL!
And god, I so do. I so, so do.
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Good thing he'd have already taught her how to handle herself back when they were kids.
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If it were Heinlein, now, she'd be a buxom redheaded brilliant astrophysicist who really really just happens to want to be knocked up constantly, oh and also there's about a half-dozen more brilliant sexy babes just like her and they're all in a plural marriage where they have witty intellectual conversations between boinking each other silly.
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Nope, not a buxon redhead. She is quite smart, but she's blonde and small-breasted and has a bit of a temper and a sarcastic streak. (Because I want to be really sure I'm not just rewriting him with Yaone.)