i'm not trying to wake you up

This is the first thing I've written that's under 2000 words in like...approximately forever. It's weird, I always figured if I wrote something like this it would be more one-sided and probably Shane/Nancy—but the way Silas's relationship with her is portrayed at the moment is just so fascinating to me. Therefore: incestuous fanfiction.

I am so predictable.


Title: fighting fire with firewood
Author: likecharity
Pairing: Silas/Nancy
Rating: Hard R
Warnings: Um. Mother/son incest. Angry!sex.
Summary: He doesn't pretend that she's anybody else. There wouldn't be any point. It makes his stomach twist, but he needs it. He's needed it for a long time. A physical expulsion of everything that he feels for her, all of it; the hatred and resentment, love and want. In that sense it feels fucking incredible, but in every other, it's the worst thing in the world.
A/N: Oh god, I don't know. THEY'VE BEEN GIVING OFF CERTAIN VIBES LATELY. I don't really have an excuse. Title from Bloc Party's 'One Month Off'.

( They're arguing again. )

Title: like vast cracked ice
Author: likecharity
Pairing: Spencer Reid/Nathan Harris
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Bloodplay with a potential murderer, dangerous things without a safeword, could be seen as dub-con in some parts.
Summary: It makes a strange sort of sense in Reid's mind—giving Nathan a way to express his urges in a controlled environment—but he knows it's not sensible, knows that at best he's just prolonging the inevitable and at worst, giving Nathan an even stronger appetite for something he's lusted after for years. And there's nothing to say he'll stop at this.
A/N: Haha, wow, WHAT IS THIS. Incredibly fucked up and much longer than I intended it to be, but I ship these two a ridiculous amount. First time writing fic for this fandom!

( 'Do you trust me?' Nathan asks. His voice cracks, and Reid knows it's because he wants so badly for the answer to be yes. )

OKAY. THIS IS IT, YOU GUYS. I'M COMING OUT OF THE JEDWARD CLOSET.

If you're in the UK, you probably know what I'm talking about. And you're probably shaking your head in despair right about now. And I understand that, I do. I hated them at first. I could barely watch their performances due to secondhand embarrassment, and I was so full of RAGE when Lucie got sent home instead of them. (I really only wanted her to stay because she was so ridiculously pretty, but still.)

And then somewhere along the way (irritatingly, it was like the week before they were eliminated) I started to like them. I think I always knew, deep down, that the twin thing would get me eventually.


I'M SORRY, BUT THE UNIVERSE CANNOT PRESENT ME WITH A PAIR OF PRETTY IRISH TWINS WHO POSE FOR PICTURES LIKE THIS, AND EXPECT ME JUST TO IGNORE IT.

Seriously, what is this? Who poses twins like this unless they want to see them making out? And what twins are totally okay with it and don't say to the sleazy photographer, "hey, you know, this is a little bit incestuous"? JOHN AND EDWARD GRIMES, THAT'S WHO. (Also, Harry and Luke Treadaway, because making out on camera is pretty much a hobby for them.)

If you don't know who I'm talking about, by the way, John and Edward are 18 year old twins from Ireland who entered The X Factor this year, despite being unable to sing or dance or...well, do much of anything that The X Factor requires. But somehow they managed to make it like, seven weeks or something. Because they were entertaining, just not in the way they probably intended to be. Also, they're totally in love with each other, and don't really bother to hide it. The whole of the UK refers to them with a SHIP NAME. Which they approve of because (and I quote), "it's kind of cool, like Brangelina."

( Stick with me here. )

SO IN CONCLUSION...I CLEARLY HAVE NO TASTE. And if you'd like to join me in this, I recommend checking out Fuck Yeah Jedward, Jedward Genius, their twitter, and the twincest-friendly john_and_edward. :)