I'm secretly addicted to fanfiction. Shh, don't tell...

Fave fanfictions:

-X-Men -Inuyasha -Samurai Champloo -Sailor Moon -Harry Potter

I've started to publish my stories a few years ago... I've been writing fiction since 7th grade.

When I'm not reading stories on this site, I'm reading actual books...

Favorite moments from my stories.

To Be Touched (X-Men)

Slowly leaning back into the counter, Remy tentatively reached out and took one hand in-between his own; he placed a soft kiss on the palm of her hand before again raising his eyes to meet hers. “I knew y’ could control ‘em chere,” he smiled and placed another kiss on her palm.

Rogue couldn’t stop the smile that broke through her normally unemotional face, the smile turned into a devilish grin when she leaned over to whisper in his ear, “Swamp rat, ah didn’t learn ta control ma powers for yah ta kiss ma hand.”

Sweet Dreams (X-Men)

Rogue let out what strangely sounded like a growl Wolverine would make and lunged at the boy. She roughly flipped him onto the ground, pinning him with her muddy heels. “Yah threw meh off of a balcony,” she angrily spat.

“Dere was a moat,” Remy replied.

“Ah hate water,” she hissed, pressing her boot against his throat

“And Remy hate scary guards with swords,” he retorted in anger.

“Yah didn’t know how deep the water was!” she shouted as her body shook with rage.

“Remy checked dat to make sure it was safe,” he bellowed back, pushing her boot off of him and jumping to his feet.

“Yah left me in the moat!” she screamed.

“Remy needed t’ get de horse!” he screamed back.

“Yah care more for the horse than mah well-being?” Rogue angrily questioned.

Remy let out a groan of disbelief and quickly hooked his hands behind her neck and pulling her into a heated kiss. Rogue let out a moan of satisfaction against his lips, running her hands through his hair to pull his head even closer to her own.

Sweet Torture (Harry Potter)

They both trailed off, staring at each other before starting all over again. “Brown noser,” he began, regarding her over his glasses with something more than amusement.

“Trouble-maker,” she shouted.

“Priss,” he smirked, taking a step closer so that their robes were nearly touching.

“Idiot,” she spat, not noticing the lack of space.

“Bookworm,” he taunted.

“Show-off,” she growled.

“Studious,” James smiled.

“Slacker,” she grunted, shaking a finger at him accusingly.

“Intelligent,” he murmured.

“Half-wit,” she smirked.

“Friendly,” James grinned, leaning closer to her smaller frame.

“Boisterous,” she quipped, rising on her tiptoes to glare at him from eye level.

“Absolutely flawless,” he sighed, bringing a warm palm to brush a wild, crimson lock off her face.

“Persistent,” Lily trailed off, gazing at his warm eyes with a strange expression, wondering when they had gotten so close.

James eyed her flushed face, bright eyes, and heaving chest with interest before letting out a pent up breath and murmuring, “Bloody hell, Evans, did I ever tell you how sexy you look when you’re all riled up?”

Two Can Play At This Game (X-Men)

“Chere,” he softly murmured as he begin to place light kisses over her sheer top, paying special attention to her breasts, “what turns y’ on?”

Gaping at his question, a small smirk formed on her lips as she wiggled her body to slowly slide down from her pinned position, locking her legs around his hips and leaning back against the wall. “To tell yah the truth Sugah, a sexy Cajun with smoldering eyes and a cheesy accent really turns me on.”

Grinning at her response, he nuzzled his face against her covered neck, murmured, “Remy’s accent isn’t cheesy, it’s adorable and sexy as hell.”

“Oh, that what Ah meant to say,” she smiled back, leaning upwards to press a kiss on the crown of his head, using his soft hair as a barrier.

In progress:

Unfortunately, nothing at the moment. I've run into a bit of a dry spell...