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Suspension of Hostilities by Alinewrites (NC-17)
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shimere277 , and I’ll be driving the van for Drake’s Venture, the best little fandom you’ve never heard of…but don’t worry. The fandom overview and a little knowledge of history should be enough to get you going…
I’d like to start the month out right by reccing one of the hottest pieces of fanfic I’ve ever read:
Fandom: DRAKE'S VENTURE
Pairing: Thomas/Francis
Length: ~ 6000 words
Author on LJ:alinewrites
Author Website: An index of Aline’s DV fics on LJ
Why this must be read: Angst. UST. Hawt mansex. Queen Elizabeth as a voyeur! What more do you want? Well, maybe Aline’s gorgeous prose will convince you…
They leave the worried but obedient guards at the entry of the house and climb the stairs together lightly, although they are not young any more, dressed in their plain dresses and dark coats, a small lamp in hand. Both take off their shoes before taking the last stairs, wooden steps not even whispering under their light footing. Pushing a door, they tiptoe across an empty room and crouch near a small and nearly invisible opening in the wall, clutching at each other in amusement.
Their look-out gives them a perfect view of the men lying in the bedroom below. The Queen barely smiles at the sight, but Mary has to press a palm over her mouth to stifle a gasp.
Thomas Doughtie, whom Mary had heard of as a victim of Francis Drake’s cavalier manners, or maybe a traitor, is lying on the bed, naked, one leg bent, arms spread, displaying a beauty that hasn’t yet started to fade. She glances at the Queen and their eyes meet. “He is so beautiful,” Mary says and Elizabeth nods. “I told you it would be worth it.”
Close to Thomas Doughtie, Francis Drake is sitting on the edge of the bed, dressed only in his breeches, his muscled chest lit in the soft gold of the candle light, his left hand roaming all over the exposed body.
“Drake is said to be very strong,” Mary whispers to Elizabeth.
“He is indeed. Will he be strong enough to tame our Thomas, do you think?”
Read it all here: Suspension of Hostilities
shimere277 , and I’ll be driving the van for Drake’s Venture, the best little fandom you’ve never heard of…but don’t worry. The fandom overview and a little knowledge of history should be enough to get you going…I’d like to start the month out right by reccing one of the hottest pieces of fanfic I’ve ever read:
Fandom: DRAKE'S VENTURE
Pairing: Thomas/Francis
Length: ~ 6000 words
Author on LJ:
alinewrites Author Website: An index of Aline’s DV fics on LJ
Why this must be read: Angst. UST. Hawt mansex. Queen Elizabeth as a voyeur! What more do you want? Well, maybe Aline’s gorgeous prose will convince you…
They leave the worried but obedient guards at the entry of the house and climb the stairs together lightly, although they are not young any more, dressed in their plain dresses and dark coats, a small lamp in hand. Both take off their shoes before taking the last stairs, wooden steps not even whispering under their light footing. Pushing a door, they tiptoe across an empty room and crouch near a small and nearly invisible opening in the wall, clutching at each other in amusement.
Their look-out gives them a perfect view of the men lying in the bedroom below. The Queen barely smiles at the sight, but Mary has to press a palm over her mouth to stifle a gasp.
Thomas Doughtie, whom Mary had heard of as a victim of Francis Drake’s cavalier manners, or maybe a traitor, is lying on the bed, naked, one leg bent, arms spread, displaying a beauty that hasn’t yet started to fade. She glances at the Queen and their eyes meet. “He is so beautiful,” Mary says and Elizabeth nods. “I told you it would be worth it.”
Close to Thomas Doughtie, Francis Drake is sitting on the edge of the bed, dressed only in his breeches, his muscled chest lit in the soft gold of the candle light, his left hand roaming all over the exposed body.
“Drake is said to be very strong,” Mary whispers to Elizabeth.
“He is indeed. Will he be strong enough to tame our Thomas, do you think?”
Read it all here: Suspension of Hostilities
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