Confessions

I have a confession to make.  OK, I have two. Mostly, though, I want to know yours.

1. I have Sinful Thoughts:

I am currently not only reading, but enjoying a Bella/Edward fic in which they are both siblings and lovers.  Yes, as in "Incest is the best -- it's a game the whole family can play!" In Sinful Thoughts, Edward is Bella's adopted brother. They don't know he's adopted when they start making the Sibling with Two Backs in their heads, nor do they know it when they share their first kiss.

Once they discover Edward's long-lost (read: hidden by Renee) birth certificate, it takes them about 2.2 seconds to do the fat nasty.  They utterly ignore the fact that they are legally still siblings, and call the same two people "Mom" and "Dad".

Their relationship rips the family apart, and causes Charlie and Renee to divorce.

The reasons not to read this fic are almost countless.  And yet, I did, and to my utter surprise I liked it.  I root for those crazy kids, and by chapter 20 started getting angry at the implication that people might judge them.

I have not, however, recced it to anyone.  I don't want to have to explain it.

I walked into the room, closing the door behind me. She looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to say the first word.

“I’m adopted.”

She let out the breath she was holding and slid over to sit next to me. Bella enveloped me in her arms creating comfort that I was unaware I needed. The safety she provided made me continue talking.

“I feel hurt because they hid it from me, but I also feel guilty at the relief I feel.”

“Relief?” she inquired.

“Bella, you have been a wonderful sibling, but I am so glad you are not my sister.”

“Oh Edward, thank fuck you’re not my brother.”

Now, I had heard Bella curse before, but I could count on one hand the times she had said fuck. The sound of her exasperated voice along with the cuss word caused me to burst out laughing. Before long her delicate frame barked out a loud guffaw which only caused me to laugh harder.

Our laughter died down and we became quiet. I looked over at her and she was playing with her hands and looking at the floor.

“Bella?” I asked softly.

She looked up at me and our eyes locked. In that moment I could feel our connection, as tangible as the bed we sat on. I reached my hand up and brushed her hair back, tucking it behind her ear. I could hear her swallow; the room was so hushed. The silent conversation between us was clear; even if everyone was against us, we knew we weren’t wrong. I leaned my body into hers, taking my time to breath in her scent. This kiss would be different from the last one we shared. There was no trick, no guilt, no shame. Her breath hit my lips a moment before…

2. I Boycott the Barflies

I was a late-comer to fanfic.  When I first started I asked for recs, and heard so much about the "greats" -- the Boycotts and Barflies and Trust in Advertising type fics, I jumped straight on them.

And jumped straight off again.

I couldn't, despite three separate attempts on B&B, and two on TIA, get past the dialogue. Perhaps knowing that they were considered publication-worthy raised my expectations unrealistically, but I just couldn't do it.

Do you have any fic confessions? I really want to know. Is there a fic you love to hate? Or better yet, hate to love, but can't help it? Is there a dark secret you've been hiding (love to see Carlisle slut it up? Want nothing more than to see Edward get it hard from Jasper?)

My inquiring mind wants to know.