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[Axel/Roxas] One For the Money

Taking my cue, I am gonna post OftM here. You know, this is a writing journal. I do write. So, in advance, I severely, severely apologize for spamming your f-lists. I know. 11 posts all to myself is going to make me look like an ass... D: Sorry!


Title: One for the Money
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Drug abuse, implied rape, mean Axel, het and yaoi in the same story, murder, organized crime.
Pairings: Axel/Roxas
Summary: In the heat of the Prohibition, Axel reaches rock bottom, a victim of organized crime and piss poor spending habits. Finding Roxas on the streets begins a streak of luck. But how much can he push until someone pushes back?

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Multi-purpose post.

Sorry to say, college is draining the crap out of me. But I have gotten the next chapter of One for the Money started and have written about... Well, a little less than 1/4 away from my chapter minimum. But I have a feeling that this chapter is going to be longer than usual. So, bear with me, and as reward:

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I'm actually thinking of starting to post the story here. Sure, there would be a lot of spam as I would start from chapter one, but, well, you know. Any thoughts?

The only reason I hesitate is because I don't want to drain from my FFN reviews. I'm a little bit vain, and as stories get longer, more readers try to judge the stories by the amount of reviews that long story has. I want to continue to get new readers.[/vain]

At the same time, it also kills me how many popular stories... suck.

Anyway, here is... I supposed I shall call it Act One.

Title: And the bells, they toll
Pairings: None
Rating: T, to be safe.
Summary: Axel and Roxas are sent on a mission. Roxas is forced to face the facts: being the golden boy isn't golden.
Act one of three.

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    Chevelle - Panic Prone
*evil ninja laugh*

You know, it had to be said. DRABBLE ALERT.

“My summer vacation is over.”

Sora woke up with those last words hanging on his ears. Those words, with likely some deep philosophical meaning were all he could remember. He couldn’t remember where he was, how he got there, and why he was sleeping in a white pod.

The fact disturbed him, as he yawned and stretched. Those words, however, before he could mention them, were soon to be forgotten in the wake of another thing Sora had failed to notice.

Why was he asleep? And who the hell shrunk his clothes?

The wedgie would not go away.
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    POD - Goodbye for now