Category Archives: Fanfic

Avalanche (8-14)


She stared into space with his foot in her hand, and he watched her face. She was so unaware of where she was- it was like something had jerked her out of reality to take her to the place of memories, or dreams, he was not sure which. He pulled the healthy leg under himself, careful not to break the spell she was in. He enjoyed having his foot warmed up like that, and he loved the silence that enveloped them, for some reason. He, the superstar, always on the move, always surrounded by dozens, hundreds, thousands, he, the one who hardly ever had a minute’s silent rest- cut off from the world there was nothing else to do but enjoy the silence. read more »

Avalanche (1-7)

Fanfic. Main character is… well, you will see.
This is the first story I decided to bring over from a message board where fanfics started to be… redundant.
Love, don’t read. Not worth YOUR time LOL. But we girls r heffing SOOO muuuuuuuuch fuuuuuuuuun. *giggle*


-I’ll take the short cut, Chris! See you at th-

These were the last words he yelled before he lost his balance on the skis and tumbled ahead onto the endless slope on his right. He fell and fell, sliding on the immaculate snowfield, losing his left ski first, then his right one, feeling panic take hold of him, trying to cry out for help but unable to. His ankle hurt, and he was still falling, and then he hit his head and blanked out.


Warmth welcomed him back and a strange, subdued light. He heard noises next to him; trying to open his eyes, he stirred slightly, feeling a sharp pain in his left ankle. He moaned painfully and blinked to chase the blurriness of his vision. read more »

You’re my mirror (2)

For mature readers etc.

You’re My Mirror (2)

He shifted in his seat, restlessly throwing a leg over the other, waiting for the camera to be set finally. It was an especially slow and exhausting photo shoot, something that if he had been asked, he would have considered useless. read more »

You’re my mirror

Mature readers, please, or at least above 18. Or whatever.


-Just let me think, okay? –he frowned into his cellphone. –I don’t know if I want to do shows all the time. What if I want something else with my life than sitting on airplanes and waiting in airports? Dammit Brian. read more »


This is it, this is as long as I managed to keep from writing about these two. I will try to take the feelings these stories evoke in me with sanity and reason and not cause too much havoc over at Grobania with my silly self-analysis.

Fic to be read by mature readers! Enjoy…

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The Piano II.

Smutfic. Above 18 or whatever. Make sure to have uhm a guy next to you for after. Or, an iceberg!!!


-Sophia! Hey, Sophia!

[author’s note: that got you jittery, eh, Sophia? LOL!]

She woke from her dream with a start at the shrill voice of some guy yelling after someone outside her office. She heard trampling and then laughter, and then silence. She imagined the two human bodies meet and open and embrace and unite. She wanted to see them, she wanted to be part of their happiness. She wanted to be in the arms of someone. read more »

The studio

Another adult-oriented fic: don’t read if you’re shocked by sexuality. If you like it though, treat yourself. LOL.

Just what were they thinking, she would never figure out: they were throwing the extremely expensive salmon-on-rye sandwiches at each other, like stupid teenagers. Well, some of them were just that, invited because of very distant relations to certain popular items also present. She stared in disbelief, making wild calculations in her mind about the approximate amount of money they were wasting every minute, and the staggering quantities of plainer, but perhaps healthier, and most definitely more crucial food that might have been purchased with that money and sent to poor countries. Damn these stupid parties, she cursed under her breath, fuming and walking around the drinks area. She desperately wanted a drink, but she knew she was not allowed. read more »

The hand that rocked the…

Another luscious fic, only for mature readers (or young ones who want to read something they should not LOL). Enjoy…

The hand that rocked the…

The week had been extremely long, longer than an average week. She had worked extra time and setting up parties for her other employer, a rich businessman whose idea of a small family dinner meant three hundred people and a live band. Luckily for her, things in Josh-land as her best friend Su liked to call it had been really quiet, so no one noticed if she left an hour or two earlier every day. read more »

The piano

Here it is, people… I am so spent. Love, please hurry home, I am so in need of you now!!! (Uhm, if you want, you can read this, but uhm, perhaps you shouldn’t, or perhaps you should. Well, she girl in the story is not me, so… It’s just smut. Delicious, emotional, top quality smut, no obscenities though… I needed to put emotion into it; without emotion it doesn’t work for me.)

Uhm, if you’re not over 18, I’m not responsible. LOL!

The Piano

She had been watching him for a long time. She had been watching him ever since she started working for him, and that was several months now. Of course she knew who he was before she applied for the job. She probably heard him sing already when he appeared on the stage of music industry; he was a mere fledgling of a man back then, thin, shy, and very sweet to the camera. She remembered what a sensation he had made; critics and audiences were in awe at his voice. Some things never change, she pondered, as she checked the lists of menus she had ordered for the weekly pow-wow with the executives, producers, and the rest of the bigshots. Josh’s voice, stronger and more mature than it used to be, still held everyone in awe. She was not a real fan, but she appreciated his talent and of course the money he was paying her. read more »