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31 August 2012 @ 10:47 pm
Our Scandalous Days Behind Us  
Title: Our Scandalous Days Behind Us
Author: [info]lilithilien
Fandom/Characters: Downton Abbey, Lady Mary/Matthew Crawley, Mrs Hughes/Mr Carson, Daisy Mason/OMC, Lady Edith/Miss O’Brien, Anna Smith/Lord Grantham
Word Count: 5100 words
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Light bondage, spanking, strap ons, wanking, male prostitution (in drag), bathtub sexytiemz, and repressed upper crust discussions of virginity.
Summary: Mary and Matthew are glad that Downton Abbey’s scandals are over.
Disclaimer: Downton Abbey does not belong to me. If it did, there would be no post-amnesiac Canadian accent ever.
A/N: I had something completely different (and completely manageable) in mind for BBTP until [info]aldiara and I started discussing what would have to happen on Downton Abbey to reignite our interest. (Hint: Hauling Shirley Maclaine off the slag heap so we can all laugh haughtily at the gauche Americans is not going to cut it.) Needless to say, this happened. Endless thanks to [info]aldiara for listening to endless complaints about how stupid I was to choose a fic with so many sex scenes, and for beta-ing at the very last minute.

Our Scandalous Days Behind Us. )
 
 
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26 March 2012 @ 06:15 pm
the thing with feathers that perches in the soul  
Title: the thing with feathers that perches in the soul
Author: [info]lilithilien
Fandom/Characters: The Hunger Games, Haymitch and other District 12 tributes
Word Count: 1200 words
Rating: Gen
Summary: Haymitch Abernathy thought winning the 50th Hunger Games was the hardest thing he would ever have to do. He was wrong.
Disclaimer: The Hunger Games do not belong to me. If they did, my cats would be eating the fancy catfood.
A/N: Endless thanks to my beta, [info]amo_amas_amat, for holding my hand as I dip my toes in this new fandom and making the ending a thousand times better. The title is from Emily Dickinson: Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul, and sings the tunes without the words and never stops at all.

the thing with feathers that perches in the soul )