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lostinfic · 5 months

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Fic: Winter happens, like a secret

Cesare x Lucrezia | Rated E | 3k words

Summary: Cesare has been gone for many weeks, fighting in the Romagna after the Sforza’s downfall, but one snowy Christmas Eve, he returns home to Lucrezia. Has she forgiven him for killing Alfonso?

The box was wrapped in a handkerchief, tied together with a velvet ribbon. Rather than look inside the box, she unravelled the red ribbon and slipped it around her brother’s neck. He chuckled. “What are you doing?” “You are my present this year,” she said. She pulled on the ribbon lightly, coaxing him closer though he could easily resist it if he so wished. He didn’t resist.

Loosely based on the infamous Folgers commercial, but set in Renaissance-era Italy.

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Lucrezia woke up in the middle of the night, her light slumber disturbed by a change in the luminosity beyond her eyelids. The night sky seemed aglow behind the curtains. The fire had faded down to embers, and warmth had seeped out of the room. She slipped on a red, fur-lined robe and went to the window. Outside, snowflakes drifted down from the sky, draping the garden in white. It was so bright, moonlight seemed to emanate from the ground itself.

She laughed, delighted by the snow, though the feeling in her heart was closer to melancholy than joy.

Tiptoeing down the stairs, she made her way to the kitchen. The cook and servants had been hard at work preparing food for tomorrow’s Vigila di Natale feast. Lucrezia filled a pot with water, added mint, honey, orange peels, ginger and tea leaves to it, then hung it above the fire in the hearth. Djem had introduced her to tea, and she was pleased to find some Asian ships, trading in the port of Naples, carried the leaves even though few locals drank it. She stirred the simmering water with a wooden spoon, and delicious aromas rose from the pot. She could have woken up a maid to make it, but she wanted to be alone. Admiring the falling snow through the frosted window, she warmed her hands on the earthenware cup and sipped her tea.

Inevitably, her thoughts turned to Cesare.

Lucrezia had spent the Novena— the nine days before Christmas— reflecting on the Bible, singing carols and praying in St. Peter’s. The Pope had commissioned a splendid Nativity scene, and boughs of evergreen perfumed the space with their scent so deeply associated with Christmas. The populace filled the basilica with joyous hymns and brightly coloured attires, unlike Lucrezia who wore her widow’s blacks and whose heart was too heavy to be lifted by music. Six months had passed since Alfonso’s death, regrets rather than grief filled her heart now. Soon, her father would seek to marry her off again. Though who would take her, when rumours of Cesare’s hand in murdering Alfonso circulated around Rome which in turn reignited the gossip of an incestuous relationship. Had anyone heard the prayers she whispered in her mind, it would only have added fuel to the fire: she prayed to rid herself of this sinful desire for her brother, prayed to hate him, but in the same second, she prayed for his safety, his return and his eternal love. She promised God a life of holy devotion yet longed for her brother’s presence and dreamt of his lips at her neck.

Cesare had been gone for months now, on some mission for the Holy Father— punishment for killing Alfonso and ruining their shaky alliance with Naples. Since capturing Caterina Sforza and killing her son and both her cousins, he had made many enemies. Yet he still pursued control over the Romagna. She and her parents hadn’t heard of him in a long time. And it seemed to Lucrezia that half her mind and heart were with him, somewhere beyond Rome. She willed each of her breaths to fill his lungs and each beat of her heart to push blood through his veins. In her darkest moments, she worried he had died, or worse, travelled back to France, to spend the holidays with his new family.

Still, she had made garlands of dried citrus slices to hang around the house and infuse her gloomy mood with merriment, for Giovanni’s sake. The scent of lemon and firewood filled their home. Cousin Adriana would arrive soon with her family, as well as cousins from Spain, seeking some favour from the Pope, no doubt. Would she be able to keep a smile on until Epiphany?

Lucrezia sighed. She’d drank half her tea without savouring it. Snow fell in big, fluffy clumps now.

A man on horseback came through the gates. The horse’s clip-clopping disturbed the silent night, and hoofprints marred the pristine snow. Fear clutched her guts— at this hour, he could only bring bad news. Sweat beaded down her spine as she imagined he would tell her Cesare had died.

The man appeared in no hurry to deliver the news. He stopped in the middle of the courtyard and waited for the stable boy to stumble out. She recognized the familiar grace with which he jumped off his horse, but she dared not hope. At last, the man lowered his hood and looked up in the direction of her bedroom window. Moonlight highlighted dark curls, stubbled cheeks and green eyes. Her heart leapt in her chest.

Lucrezia rushed towards the kitchen door and yanked it open just as he was reaching it.

“Cesare!” his name came out with a cloud on her breath.

She jumped in his arms, and he caught her as he had so many times before. His cold nose tip pressed against her neck and sent a shiver through her. The snowflakes dusting his hair melted against her flushed cheeks. Her other half was back, and her whole body sang with relief.

Holding her up, he carried her in, kicking the door close behind them with his foot. He murmured her name and sagged against her, tension released from his shoulders.

“Why are you slipping in during the night like a phantom?”

She kept her voice down. She should have woken up her mother who worried about Cesare too, but she wanted a moment alone with her dear brother.

“I could not wait any longer,” he said.

He slipped his hands under her dressing gown. However, the minute his frozen fingertips met her waist, she squirmed away with a squeal. He laughed at her reaction.

She loved his laughter, she had missed it. The way it came out of his throat in a burst of giggles, more high-pitched than expected, and how he would try to contain it, pressing his lips together but a smile always remained, like a mischievous kid.

Lucrezia took his large hands and rubbed them between her small palms, blowing warm breath on his fingers.

“I have missed those hands,” she said.

“And I have missed that face.”

They took comfort in repeating those words they had said years ago, as if they could have their innocence back. In that moment, they could pretend their relationship had not changed, that despite sharing a bed and killing Juan and Alfonso, they were the same boy and girl who had once reunited in a deserted Apolostic palace.

He kissed her hands, though with some restraint. His hasty departure, not long after Alfonso’s death, had left some things unresolved between them.

“I’m starving,” he announced.

Lucrezia lit a candle as he surveyed the food laid out in the kitchen.

“Ah, good food, at last,” he said, picking candied fruits and chestnuts from a silver plate.

She pushed his hand away. “It’s for the feast tonight.”

With a cheeky grin, he popped a few honey-coated pistachios in his mouth. She offered him some tea which he sipped gratefully. The stone floor was cold under her feet, so she hopped up on the wooden counter, pushing aside a bouquet of dried rosemary. As he drank and warmed himself, he kept stealing glances at her, studying her reaction to his return.

To be honest, Lucrezia was ambivalent. Though she was beyond happy to see him safe and home, of that there was no doubt, she questioned what form their relationship would take now. She knew what her body craved, what her heart hoped, but her rational mind cautioned her against it.

“I brought you something, sis, from far away.”

He should have waited until the 25th, but he never could restrain himself when he had an opportunity to cheer her up. And this proof that he had been thinking about her while he was away could only bring a smile to her lips.

The box was wrapped in a handkerchief, tied together with a length of velvet ribbon. Rather than look inside the box, she unravelled the red ribbon and slipped it around her brother’s neck.

He chuckled. “What are you doing?”

“You are my present this year,” she said.

She pulled lightly on both ends of the ribbon, coaxing him closer, though he could easily resist if he so wished— he didn’t resist. He stepped closer, leaning on his hands, placed each side of her knees. Sitting up on the counter, she was almost the same height as him. Suddenly serious, they looked into each other’s eyes, and she knew all too well these moments of tense silence in which one of them had to do the right thing. Neither of them looked away. She held onto the ribbon, and he stared at her, steadfast, intense. Anticipation made warmth pool low in her stomach.

She had tried taking a lover, but quickly grew bored of the affair. Cesare had ruined her for other men, it seemed— and wouldn’t he like to know that.

“You were my present too,” he said, in a low voice. “The day Mother put you in my arms, I had never held anything so precious.” He touched the ends of her loose blond waves as if it were spun gold. “I knew, even as a boy, that I would do anything to protect you…”

She realized then, this was about Alfonso.

“Do you forgive me?” he asked.

“We are Borgias, brother, we never forgive.”

He squeezed his eyes shut, pained to hear those words as much as she was to have voiced them.

“And so, I cannot forgive even myself,” she continued, finally saying aloud the thoughts that had plagued her but which she could not share with anyone, “for I also am to blame for my husband’s death.”

Cesare rested his forehead against hers, shaking his head in disagreement. She ran her fingers through his hair and gripped a fistful of curls.

“It is the truth,” she said.

“It was my fault. I wielded the blade and I—”

“Yes, you wielded the blade,” Lucrezia said, working open his leather doublet, stiff with cold, “but I wield your heart.” She slipped her hands inside, spreading them over his chest. “As you do mine.”

Under her palms, his heart was beating so fast it threatened to escape his ribcage. He could not deny the truth of her words.

“Peace, brother,” she murmured soothingly, caressing his chest. His skin was damp under the leather.

He rubbed his nose against hers, slowly, eyes closed, with none of the usual playfulness. He didn’t try to kiss her but neither did he step away. She tasted his honey-sweet sigh across her mouth.

“Lucrezia,” he whispered her name with such adoration, but tainted with pain and reluctance.

Why try to resist the inevitable? Was there virtue in a half-hearted effort?

“Make me yours again.”

His chest rumbled with something like a growl.

When she brushed her lips against his, he captured her mouth. He kissed her deeply, hands tightening in the heavy fabric of her robe.

Though she had not forgiven him in words, it was a kiss of absolution. Ardent and tender and so full of love, tears gathered at the corners of his eyes.

She loved him, always, in spite of everything. He had made her that way, with his gentleness and indulgence, with his jealousy and adoring gaze. She could not even hold it against him. She had blossomed in his light and always would seek it. Nothing else would do. No one else would do.

They broke the kiss well before they’d had their fill.

Cesare searched her face for a sign of reluctance or regret, but he found the opposite. There was still time for one of them to pull away— usually Cesare. Instead, his hand slid up her back, along her spine, to cup the nape of her neck. That touch always filled her with such a delicious haze. Even back when she was too innocent to understand what it kindled in her, she sought it, luxuriated in it. And just like that, God was sitting in the room with them again. Her chest swelled with elation and the top of her head tingled from a shower of invisible, yet tangible light which descended upon them, shielded them. And the silence, only broken by the crackling fire, became almost musical.

She touched Cesare’s chin, and he smiled.

“I’ve missed this,” he whispered before kissing her again.

She parted her lips for him, welcomed his tongue, and spread her legs.

Hips cradled between her thighs, he assailed her neck with ravenous kisses. In his hunger, he nearly ripped open her shift. Her dressing gown slipped from her shoulders. Her short nails raked down his abdomen, towards his belt.

The cold draught in the room was no match for the fever overtaking them. She made quick work of his codpiece, and he tugged her to the edge of the counter.

He pushed her shift up her thighs and, for a moment, seemed lost in the softness of her skin and marvelled at how small she was next to him.

Slipping her hand inside his pants, Lucrezia spurred him back into action. He bucked his hips into her palm with a ragged moan and found her wet and wanting under her bedclothes.

Cesare sought her gaze then entered her in one long, luxurious thrust. Pleasure knocked the breath from their lungs as they clung to each other.

She used to think time and longing had embellished her memory of their lovemaking. Surely, it could not have been as amazing as she made it out to be in her mind. But it was. A miracle. Rapture. She could not doubt they were two halves of the same whole, meant to be together lest they withered apart.

Already pleasure made her toes curl and her core clench with each thrust.

“Oh, God!” she moaned, throwing her head back.

“I don’t think God wants anything to do with this,” he joked.

“Then he should not have made you so well-endowed.”

He grinned, and she kissed him, wanting to taste his joy, to take it inside herself.

Laughter and sighs of pleasure mingled as they moved together.

Anyone could have walked in on them, embracing passionately in the kitchen, but they were too far gone to care.

Out of breath and utterly satisfied, Lucrezia slumped down on the counter, “Happy Christmas,” she said.

He smiled, gazing down at her, admiring her body where her shift clung to her sweat-damp skin. The ribbon still hung around his neck, and she used it to pull him down to her for a kiss.

“I think I’d better not let you get used to having me on a leash,” he said as if that had not already been the case for years.

He removed the ribbon from his neck and tied it in a bow around hers.

“Beautiful,” he said.

He was still in her, half-hard, her legs locked around his hips. There was a risk, she knew, that she might become pregnant. Would the Pope believe it was another Immaculate Conception if she said so? The thought amused her rather than scare her.

After gathering food and wine, they headed upstairs to her bedroom.

Cesare put another log in the fireplace and stirred the embers. He spared a moment to check on his godson, sleeping in the adjoining room.

“Giovanni asked for you yesterday,” she said.

“Perhaps that’s why I was in such a hurry to come back and rode through the night.”

“Or is there another reason, perhaps?”

She tilted her head with an impish smile.

He hooked a finger under the ribbon at her throat and brought her lips to his. His kiss warmed her to her toes.

“Will La Befana bring your son sweets or coal?” he asked.

“Sweets, of course. He’s a angel.” She smiled proudly.

“And tell me, my love, what will she bring me?”

“We shall make our own sweetness, Cesare.”

She picked a sweet from a plate and fed it to him. He sucked the sugar from her fingertips and peppered kisses down her wrist. In one swoop, he picked her up and carried her to bed.

They cuddled under the covers, and talked of nothing important until the room was warm enough they could undress completely. Skin to skin, bodies entwined, they reaffirmed their bond and commitment to each other.

It was one of the longest nights of the year, but the sun seemed to dawdle beyond the horizon just for them.

In the morning, he would pretend his room was too cold without a fire or that he’d lost his way in the dark palazzo after weeks away. Outside, snow still blanketed Rome, it would melt in the daylight, but for now, it protected them with its silence and purity.

#The Borgias #Cesare/Lucrezia #Cesare x Lucrezia #Borgiacest #lostinfic writes stuff #winter happens like a secret

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lostinfictoo · 3 years

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Queen Maat’s Lover

Murdoch Mysteries femslash

Pairing: Emily Grace x Iris Bajjali

Word count: 7300 completed

Rating: M

In which two Edwardian ladies of science geek out and make out.

When Emily hears about Dr. Iris Bajjali, the first female archeologist to accompany an expeditionary team in Egypt, she immediately writes to her. Through their correspondence, they form a bond that leads to Dr. Bajjali coming to Toronto to showcase the treasures from queen Ma’at’s tomb. When the two women finally meet face to face, they find out they have more in common than a fascination for ancient history.

A rewrite of 5x03 “Evil Eye of Egypt” with 100% more awesome women and 100% less mansplaining.

Read it on Ao3

#Murdoch Mysteries #Emily Grace #Iris Bajjali #femslash #Evil eye of Egypt #lostinfic writes stuff #brought to you by Lost

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kelkat9 · 3 years

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Writing Tag Game

Tagged by the lovely @fogsblue Waves at you in the future! Hope life is treating well!

How many works do you have on AO3?

216

What’s your total AO3 word count?

2,750,657

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. Midnight Reunion - Ten.Rose - Explicit

2. A Dark Path to Redemption - Ten.Rose AU Explicit

3. An Ode to Hope - Ten.Rose alt to canon Adult

4. The Academy - Ten.Rose AU Teen

5. The Sisyphean Conundrum - Ten.Rose alt to canon Expllcit

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I do about 90% of the time but not timely. I don't have notifications turned on so I don't know if there's a comment so it's whenever I have time to look on AO3, although I accidentally deleted my inbox a couple of days ago so have no idea who left what. Sorry!

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

I don't really write tragedies. To me that's not satisfying and too depressing to bother with. I do write angst but always with a happy or satisfying conclusion.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

It depends on how you define that. Some people think any fic that ends with TenII/Rose is not a happy ending. I tend to write all my couples getting a happy ending so I don't think one is happier than another.

Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you’ve written?

Yes. Hmmm. The craziest was probably when I wrote Steve Irwin in my Peter Vincent/Hades and Rose/Persephone fic.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Tons. Some in great detail with comparisons to make sure they are clear on what a crap writer I am. Or I'm disgusting whatever. My fic on AO3 is moderated now so I can delete that stuff which is almost never con crit. It's bashing. Luckily, it's been a while since I received anything really hateful. Probably because of the moderation.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yep, pretty much het.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yep, stole my ideas down to the events which things happened then and not just me. This person bragged they were getting published with the fic they stole and then denied they stole and played the innocent victim.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

nope

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Several.

What’s your all-time favourite ship?

I dunno. That's tough. I like all for different reasons.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

The Arrow/DW Crossover.

What are your writing strengths?

Imagination/adventure/humor/twisting tropes

What are your writing weaknesses?

Grammar/smut scenes/emotion scenes/showing not telling which has become a pet peeve of mine. Now I have issues with fic writers who rely on too much tell. It's kind of boring. I work hard trying to do better. It still happens but I don't do it as much now as I did in years past.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I have done a little using google translate but you have to double check it. I probably don't do it well LOL.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Doctor Who

What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

Hmmm. I really like The Doctor and Mrs. Tyler. A Ghost Story. and The Blessing.

Tagging: @skyler10fic @lostinfic @gingerteaonthetardis @sequencefairy @onthedriftinthetardis @redprotons

#meme #thanks for asking #miss you fogsy!

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whoinwhoville · 6 years

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Last Line Meme

I was tagged by @loup-malin!

Rules: Post the last sentence/thing you wrote (fanfic/original/anything) and tag as many people as the word count.

Oh dang. I had to do a bit of thinking to figure out what I wrote last. I write in Ulysses and there isn’t really a date stamp function. Well, there probably is but I couldn’t figure it out. To the best of my recollection, this is it:

“Now about this job...”

This is from “The Absent Minded Professor”, something I started working on a couple of months ago, trying to get my muse going again for my WIPs. Sometimes writing something new helps me get back into the groove of the old stuff.

TAMP is a Human Nature story, but 99% humorous. Thought it’d be funny to have Ten as this bumbling, besotted professor who is a flatmate with Rose, who he hires to be his assistant after he is hired on for a professorship. Not in the mood for angst, I started to write this. It flowed quickly, and then just... died. Ugh.

Anyway, it is a cute story, and I hope to work on it again soon -- and subsequently get going on my WIPs again.

PS Recently-posted “Trousers” was not my newest story. It was something that I had posted on Live Journal way way back, and hadn’t put it anywhere else. I stumbled upon it, and decided to post it, just so that you all would realize that I’m still alive and kicking.

Tagging four people. LOL. Got off easy, didn’t I? @lostinfic / @lostinfictoo (I can never remember which one you primarily use) @goingtothetardis @jellyneau-xo @countessselena

#Last line meme #writing is hard #fanfic #me me meme

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chiaroscuroverse · 6 years

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Thank you for all of your contributions to TPC! Here are some questions for you! I can see you do moodboards as well, which do you like about moodboard creations vs fanfic? What is the first fic that made you cry? What are common traps for aspiring writers? What other authors are you close with, and how do they help you become a better writer? Have you read anything that made you think differently about fiction? What was your hardest scene to write? (1/2)

@natural--blues @timepetalscollective

Ahh, thank you for picking me! Answering questions is fun! :D:D

1. This was actually my first moodboard! I first started doing screencaps and then simple edits just to put out more content for new CE shows. I had made a header for Looking Glass and wanted to do the same for Love Always, The Doctor, but at my skill level I couldn't get the elements to come together in a satisfying way. So I scrapped it and tried again with a moodboard. I started with the Chris and Billie pics we'd chosen for our character looks, found more things to illustrate the themes, and chose what blended together visually (and had to give up some ideas that I couldn't find or didn't look right.)

With fic, if you write it, it exists, but doing edits is more constrained. BUT visuals matched to fic are so powerful (I love them when I'm reading) that it was worth all the picking around. It was very fun and satisfying and I plan to learn more advanced software to get better at it!

2. Ooooh, the first fic that made me cry?? Good question! When I started reading DW fics in spring 2014 I fell in HARD and poured through multichaps like crazy. I cry over the Doctor and Rose very easily :P so it was probably a lot. (And this was during Peak Angst, haha). I know I cried buckets over many Rointheta fics, but I know the first fic that I ever commented on was @thebadddestwolf's Time Not Yet Lost! I was a mess!!!

3. Pitfalls...I started off as a reader and spent a long time just observing so I'm gonna say: comparison. Social media has numbers all over everything which is terrible for community. Each writer has to be true to themselves and let the chips fall--that's where the best work and the most satisfaction is.

4. I work most closely with @fleurdeneuf, ofc. Our collab process grew out of chatting about fic things we love, headcanons, au ideas, and ya know...the man we love. ;) Both of our fics began with Fleur flailing over an idea :P:P And at some point with Looking Glass I was like, "what do you say we just do this?" And it grew from there. (And grew haha! I had never written anything over 6K before we started working together and I definitely couldn't have accomplished so much on my own!)

I've had the opportunity to beta a lot for writer friends, which has been great! I used to edit non-fiction in real life, and this is a way of using my skills for fun. And it's good practice in turning on the analytical part of my brain. When reading, if I'm into it, I'm into it, and just go on and enjoy. I think being a beta has helped me editing with my own stuff.

5. Ahh, fics that made me think differently! So many times, especially early on when I was going from rec lists with very little information, I read things I might never have tried! Like Hardy/Hannah, for example, when I read @lostinfic's You and Your Heart. (Unpopular opinion? I miss the days of reading things just because someone said it was good, and having little idea where it was going.)

Then there are those epic fics that spread a story across the entire canvas of the DW universe: like Kalendae, A Thousand Languages, Disheveled. And fics that challenge ideas of what's real and what identity means (as DW does, over and over), like @fadewithfury’s Touching Wild Light. I am continually amazed by fanfiction being SO MUCH MORE than I ever expected.

6. Hardest scene to write...ha, I think the answer to this is always "the last one." But, really, where I most often get stuck is on a connecting scene or where there's some element that isn't quite gelling in my mind. This is where having a collaborator who knows the fic and headcanons and backstory even better than I do is 💯💯💯 because we can chat it through and figure out where the choke point is/what needs to be changed. :P (Highly recommend this technique even when it's not a collab - a simpatico friend who will listen while you talk through the scene is GOLD and I love being this for someone else too.)

Thank you!! And I’m sorry for taking so long to finish! (crazy week). I’ll have the next ask up later I hope!

#natural--blues #timepetalscollective #ask replies

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ktrosesworld · 7 years

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50 Questions for Fic Readers

I just felt like answering some questions (source post @braveten)

1. What fandom(s) do you read?

Doctor Who and TenInch Fic

2. If you could request more of a certain type of fic, which would it be?

I would love for more people to take up the challenge of writing TenInch Fic ... so many DT characters that need some loving

3. What is your favorite all-time fic?

It’s not possible to pick just one!?!?!?!? It would be a toss up between stories written by @whoinwhoville @kelkat9 @jellyneau-xo @studio-forty-two @natural--blues @licieoic @pipertennant ... okay i’m stopping there because this list will get really long

4. Do you ever re-read fics? How about triple-read?

I quadruple read, quintuplet read, sextuplet read, septuplet read ... some I read every six months or so because I need to live in those worlds

5. Do you prefer angst or fluff?

Yes

6. Do you prefer long fics or short fics?

Yes

7. Name some incomplete fics that you wish were completed.

Blimey ... umm ... okay ... here’s a short list

Bad Wolf by @licieoic Shades of Blue Series by @bluedawn0123 [Edit: oops I had the wrong author] Out of the Ashes by @mercwithamouth Meetings Series by @wildwinterwitch Every story ever abandoned by throughanamberfocus especially The Zeppelin Verse

8. Talk about the ships that you read.

Doctor x Rose is the beginning, the middle and the end but really I’m all about the story ... if it’s good and captures my imagination I’ll read all sorts of little and giant ships

9. Do you read smut?

Of course!!! And you do too ;p

10. What’s the most hard-core smut or kinky fic you’ve ever read (be honest)!

I’ve read some really weird stuff in the wee hours of the morning ... but as for the ones I really enjoyed

Claimed by @licieoic Metacrisis: Jack by @fogsblue Four Dimensional by Annissa

11. Do you read AUs?

I LOVE AUs!!!!!!

12. List a few of your favorite AUs.

Gallifrey Records by @allrightfine and @gallifreyburning Perfect Match by @lastbluetardis TARDIS Bookstore by @ofstormsandwolves A Ghost Story by @kelkat9 Evolution of a Scandal by @rishidiams Elsewhere by @fadewithfury Heartsmith by @licieoic Arkytior: A Snow White Tale by @natural--blues

13. What type of AUs are your favorites? Give a general description.

See the list above :D

14. What makes you give up on reading a fic?

Mainly if I don’t like the way the characters are written or if the story is not put together well ... having said that I’ve persevered with some really crappy writing for a story idea that captured by imagination

15. What makes you pick up a fic, what makes it sound interesting?

It’s different every day because my reading tastes change with my moods

16. Name a fic that made you cry (or that made you come close).

The Time Loop series by @weezly14 ... every single damn time my poor heart hurts just thinking about it

17. Name a fic that made you laugh a lot.

Psychedelic Pollen and Dalek Squirrels by @kelkat9 ... tell me you’re not laughing already just at that title :D

18. Do you have a fic recommendation page or master list?

Do @timepetalsprompts and @teninchfic count as rec pages???

19. How many fics do you think you’ve read before?

Easily tens upon tens of thousands probably even into the hundreds of thousands now

20. What’s the weirdest fic you’ve ever read? Describe it.

I read one where the Doctor’s penis had it’s own personality and I think it was detachable and possibly changed personality when the Doctor regenerated ... it was one of those that you kept thinking the author was on some fairly serious drugs when they wrote it but you just can't stop reading it

21. Do you read crack!fic?

I think we should just take it for granted that I read all types of fic

22. Name a few of your favorite crack!fics.

Once again favourite ... okay the first one I thought of was ...

Lordstorm and his LiveJournal Adventures by @kelkat9

23. Has fluff ever made you cry? What about angst?

Oh I’ve definitely cried at both

24. What’s the longest fic you’ve ever read?

The Life and Times of Daniel Ulysses Barrow by ceeare ... it was over 500k but unfortunately the author took it down to “break it up in to readable pieces” and has never finished publishing it again ... it was one of those ones that will rip your heart out

25. What’s your opinion on reading dubious consent or no consent?

Once again it all depends on the story ... there are some where its sex pollen induced which I’m completely okay with ... but then there are some stories that describe rape as if it’s just a normal sex scene which I am very much against ... I’ll stop reading those stories immediately and never look back

26. Name a type of fic you’ll never ever read.

I try not to say never ever because there are ships that I thought I’d never read but then got desperate for new stories and discovered some amazing authors who made me fall in love with ships I had in the notp bucket ... I’m looking at you @basmathgirl in particular

27. Name a type of fic that you wish there was more of.

teninch fic and doctor piper fic ... I just love authors challenging themselves to write new characters

28. Who are your favorite fanfiction author(s)?

This gets me into trouble ... okay authors I’ve not mentioned yet that I love to read ... @caedmonfaith @thedistortedmirror @emkaywho @faithosaurus-fics @justbygrace @lixabiz @lostinfic @nannyogg123 @nopondintheforest @perfectlyrose @doctor-who-hears-a-horton @rudennotgingr @tenscupcake @veritascara @whatwecanfic ... there are soooooooo many more but this is quick list from my following page

29. When you find an author you like, do you follow them?

Absolutely!!!!! If I fall in love with one of their stories I want to read everything they’ve written

30. How often do you read fanfiction?

EVERY DAY ... for many many hours ... before I go to sleep ... when I wake up ... whenever I can

31. Do people know that you read fanfiction?

Well everyone on here knows ... in RL ... well I’ve made vague mentions about reading Doctor Who and Broadchurch stories online but don’t get into specifics ... although I did get my Mum addicted to A Million Holes Poked in the Soul by @nannyogg123

32. Do you leave reviews after reading fics? If so, what do they sound like?

I used to write comments after every fic I read but it was slowing down my reading now I only leave comments on things I really enjoyed and felt compelled to comment on ... so they tend to be gushy :D

33. When you read a good fic, do you go to the author’s page?

Definitely, I always want to read more stories by a talented author

34. Name a common type of fic that you cannot stand.

You’ll probably hate me for this but ... I’m not a fan of the drabble ... there I said it let the backlash begin

35. Name all the Work in Progress fics that you are currently reading.

hahahahahahahahaha ... umm sorry ... currently I have 40 update notifications of individual stories in my email ... and that’s just the ones I haven’t caught up with yet ... oh and some of them I’m a few chapters behind so I’ve opened the new emails to keep the count down so I don’t feel so bad ... the reality is that I’m probably reading about 60-70 WIPs ... this post is long enough without me adding this list to it

36. Has a fic ever left you unable to fall asleep or think about anything else?

Heeled by @jellyneau-xo ... I don’t think I’ll ever be able to own a pet again ... actually all of Jelly’s stories have me thinking about them long after they’ve finished

37. Are you good about keeping up when reading Work in Progresses?

Despite what I’ve said above I’m not that bad ... although I tend to delay reading fics I love so I get a nice big chunk of reading in one go

38. Name some of your favorite fic recommendations pages.

See all the rec pages by @allegoricalrose ... definitely some quality reading there :D

39. Name a fanfiction author that you’re scared to talk to because they’re so amazing.

I remember being terribly scared about talking to @kelkat9 and @whoinwhoville because I am so in awe of their writing but they are both absolutely beautiful people and you should definitely reach out to them to talk about writing and all things DW and DT :)

40. Have you ever written fanfiction or considered it?

I once was strictly a reader only and then I wrote a little thing and then another and then @pipertennant and @studio-forty-two kept encouraging me to write more and more and well I guess I have to call myself a fanfic writer now

41. Name a fic that has a perfect ending.

Don’t make me choose ... as long as they have a happy ever after I’m good

42. Name a fic that you wish was longer.

ALL OF THEM. ALL! OF! THEM!!!!!!!

43. Do you read OT3 fics commonly? Have you ever?

I love ‘em especially ... Loved ‘verse and Lostverse by fid_gin and unfolded73

44. Do you mainly read TV shows, movies, or books?

umm yes?? DW and TenInch fic cover all of that don’t they??

45. Do you read fanfiction about Anime?

No, I’m claiming generational age gap ... I’ve never really got into Anime

46. If you could imagine the perfect fic, what would it be like?

The one yet to be written ... don’t know who the author is yet

47. If you had to introduce someone to fanfiction with a few fics, which would you suggest?

For TenInch Fic ... Providential Contingency by @studio-forty-two and tennantmeister ... they created the genre with this story ... I know I talked them into it ;)

For DW ... blimey there are just so many ... take a pick of any of the ones I’ve recc’d above

48. Have you ever read a fic containing character death?

Yep, and written one ... and writing another ... shhhhh it’s taking a while to write it and this time I’m not going to publish it until I’ve finished it

49. Do you have an AO3/Fanfiction.net/LiveJournal page? Link it.

This is me on AO3

50. What sites do you typically use to read on?

I started reading on Teaspoon but now I read almost exclusively on AO3 ... I like being able to leave kudos and get notifications of responses to comments :)

#sorry for the long post #i just felt the urge to answer these #make sure you read all the linked stories #and as always #remember to leave comments of love

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lostinfic · 7 months

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A Cesare/Lucrezia Dark Academia AU

St. Sybillina is the patron of bastards, and the Oxford secret society which bears her name brings together the illegitimate children of some of Britain's most influential people. The Sybillina Society dedicates itself to defying moral principles as the very existence of its members is the result of one such transgression. After lectures and essays, fencing lessons and debate clubs, Cesare and Lucrezia are taken into a world of hidden power and heedless pleasure that will make them question the nature of their relationship.

#The Borgias #Cesare/Lucrezia #holliday grainger #François Arnaud #yay or nay?#Rodrigo is the Archbishop of Canterbury #and Micheletto a fencing coach?#Borgiacest #lostinfic writes stuff #photos from unsplash edited with Fotor #mine: cxl

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lostinfic · 9 months

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Pairing: Cesare x Lucrezia Borgia

Rating: E

Summary: World War II AU. If Cesare is honest, he didn’t join the Resistenza for the cause, out of some noble patriotic sentiment. Ridding Italy of its fascist occupiers is secondary. He joined because guerrilla warfare suits his temperament, and, most of all, because it’s his best chance to find Lucrezia.

A dual timeline fic which alternates between their growing attraction leading up to Lucrezia's wedding and the lengths Cesare will go to to save Lucrezia when she vanishes from Naples.

Herein you will find: a scandalous lack of personal space and years of longing, swing music and pretty retro dresses, revenge plots and bloody kisses.

Complete fic on Ao3

#The borgias #Cesare x Lucrezia #borgiacest #lostinfic writes stuff #yep still on my bullshit

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lostinfic · 1 month

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: The Borgias (Showtime TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Cesare Borgia/Lucrezia Borgia Characters: Juan Borgia, Rodrigo Borgia | Pope Alexander VI, Ptolemy XII Auletes, Micheletto Corella Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Ancient Egypt, Hurt/Comfort, Jealousy, Romance, Sibling Incest, Happy Ending, Partners in Crime Summary:

Philadelphoi: from the Greek Φιλάδελφοι meaning "Sibling-lovers", an epithet first given to siblings, spouses and co-regents, Ptolemy II and Arsinoe II.

Living at a time when pharaohs marry their sisters and mythologies are filled with coupled siblings, Cesare and Lucrezia grew up believing they could marry each other one day. Their father, however, has other plans to increase Rome’s influence— and his own— over the Egyptian court: Juan in the Alexandrian army, Cesare in the temple of Serapis, and Lucrezia in the pharaoh’s bed. But Cesare has more ambition than Rodrigo knows, and Lucrezia is more cunning than he’s realized, and the more their father tries to use them, the more they plot to reach their own goal, their own happiness.

#I'm gonna post this until I can make a proper post #with the pretty manip I made #very excited and nervous to publish this new fic #The Borgias #Lostinfic writes stuff #also very amused that Ptolemy XII Auletes was a character already available on Ao3 #Ancient Egypt AU #Philadelphoi fic

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lostinfic · 3 months

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Chapters: 6/? Fandom: The Borgias (Showtime TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cesare Borgia/Lucrezia Borgia Additional Tags: Missing Scene, Character Study, Slow Burn, Canon Compliant Summary:

Short missing or extended scenes set during episodes of the show, focused on the relationship between Cesare and Lucrezia.

#by the way I've been posting a new fic #the Borgias #Borgiacest #Cesare x Lucrezia #lostinfic writes stuff

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lostinfic · 6 months

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For the spooky Borgias prompts, maybe Lucrezia thinks she's being haunted?

A ghost story: a love story

"It’s only grief," Lucrezia told herself as she stared at the canopy over the bed. The golden silk seemed to undulate in the dark, as if animated by a passing spirit. She looked away. The full moon shone through the curtains, illuminating the face of Alfonso d’Este, her third husband. He slept soundly. She hadn’t slept in weeks.

Since Cesare’s death in March, nightmares plagued her nights. The dreams always started with a good memory— lying on the grass together, the first time they’d made love, the way he’d kissed her after she fled Naples, waking up with him when she lived in his house before remarrying— but then his beautiful face would start to rot and melt and she would wake up sick to her stomach, with pangs of grief that felt like stab wounds.

And then the noises had begun: footsteps in the hall and whispers in the night. Even during the day, she caught shadows that belonged to no one, and her things were not where she’d left them.

The first three nights it happened, she’d woken up her husband. But as he’d started emitting doubts about her sanity, she thought it best to deal with this on her own.

Lucrezia’s body was rigid under the sheets, all her attention focused on the noise outside her bedroom. The footsteps were getting closer to the door, the floorboards creaked under the person’s weight. She was used to the servants, coming and going, but this was different. She thought she recognized that gait, but it couldn’t be. He was dead, ambushed by his own men in Spain.

She took a deep breath to gather her courage, but when she breathed out, the air was cold along her lips and nostrils. She willed her body to shake off the fear-induced stupor she was in. Her feet found her slippers, she wrapped herself in a black robe, and she walked slowly towards the door.

When she put her hand on the doorknob, the footsteps stopped. The ghost or whatever it was, stood just on the other side. Then a whisper, like a cold, hissing draught on a windy day, no more intelligible and yet she thought she heard her name.

She pressed her ear to the jamb.

“Mine, mine, mine, mine…”

It’s not fear but immense sadness that made tears well up in her eyes. She laid her hand and forehead against the door, as if she could feel him on the other side. Cesare. Her brother. Her other half.

The floorboards creaked again, away from the door, and she chased after them. Rounding a corner, she was caught, a gloved hand slapping over her mouth.

She fought and squirmed and tried to scream.

“Lucrezia.”

She recognized the voice and stopped wiggling, but her heart still hammered in her chest. The hand left her mouth as she sagged against Cesare’s chest. She didn’t turn around, didn’t try to see his face in case it wasn’t real. His arms wrapped around her and his lips found her neck. That feeling, like God was in the room with them, overwhelmed her again. It was a miracle, there was no other explanation for it.

“Are you a ghost?” she asked.

“Only to some, to you I am flesh and blood.”

“Prove it,” she asked, turning in his arms to face him at last.

Though most of his face was shrouded in shadows, she recognized his smile and laughter.

Cesare picked her up in his arms and carried her to the nearest empty bedroom.

The next morning, she woke up alone and not a trace of him remained...

#hope you like it anon!#The Borgias #Cesare/Lucrezia #lostinfic writes stuff

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