ofvanity: (magneto)
First things first, if you open this and it's formatted like a gnome without opposable thumbs did it, it's because LJ and I have been in a full-scale Format war all week. I can't touch anything in the editor because it erases the ENTIRE POST. AND I CREYY, "LJ, PLEASE, BABY, GIVE ME ANOTHER CHANCE." But I'm unworthy, apparently.

Two, this is dedicated and written for and revised by [livejournal.com profile] everhaunting. Everyone, EH held my hand through this fic, THAT WAS CURSED, (there are dead pens and tattered notebooks in its wake), and kissed my booboo's and listened to me complain and ramble, much like I'm doing now, because she is A MOTHERFUCKING CHAMP. ILY, BB.


The Finest
Author: [livejournal.com profile] ofvanity
Pairing: Alex Summers/Charles Xavier
Words: ~12750 (total)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Intercrural sex, ideologically sensitive themes.
Disclaimer: X-Men does not belong to me.
Author's Note: As to so far, this is all I have to say about this fandom, it follows the movie verse, including anything the writer's may have said about how they arranged this verse for the characters.

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Everyone else in the facility is loud in their thoughts, unabashed and completely open. Alex is quiet, like gentle wind rustling the leaves of a tree. )
ofvanity: (fischer)
It's five in the morning. I've been awake for a few hours, got maybe three hours of sleep last night. I wrote this a couple of nights ago when I couldn't sleep. It helped almost nothing, so that went well. Either way, I cleaned it up and slapped it up here. I'm just doing this before I take a shower, I'll deal with the comms later or whatever. I feel like I had more to say about this, but forgot it all.

Title: To The Grave
Author: [livejournal.com profile] ofvanity
Pairings: Gen
Word Count: 958
Rating: R
Warnings: Extreme gore, PTSD, mentions of: real world situational trauma, child prostitution & trafficking.
Disclaimers: Inception does not belong to me.
Author's Note: This was a fill for this prompt and this prompt, concerning PTSD and a specific action, based very loosely on Hero of War by Rise Against. This is almost a character study.
Summary: Arthur thinks he is dying now, his head is thin and the air is stale.

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