:punts bunnies across gorge:

[burntcopper]

Dear Bacchus : SHUT. UP. You're a minor character who appears once in the book and you were a sodding throwaway comment ina fic. I do not want to know about your relationship with Edmund in the Golden Age. I'm sure Ivy already wrote it. Though. er. What age is Edmund in the films? Bacchus is making 'wanna seduce the little obstinate bastard' noises and I'm pondering how long I can hit him with the stick of 'not until he has the relevant hormones and has the maturity to tell you to sod off, mister!'

And now I'm off to buy bras. Bravissimo, you better have all the new stock in.

Comments

[realpestilence.livejournal.com]

Do not punt the bunnies! This NEEDS to be written, because for some reason, Bacchus/Edmund is an utterly believable, seductive pairing and it's hard to find.

*lights some incense for your Muse*

[burntcopper.livejournal.com]

The bunnies will be punted if they know what's good for them.

We blame Ivy Blossom for writing the original Edmund/Bacchus fic back in '02. Totally. I've found... two others aside from hers?

[realpestilence.livejournal.com]

I had to go re-read Ivy's fic because of this! Poor amnesiac-but-knows-there's-something-lost!Edmund...poor immortal-in-love-with-a-mortal-he-can't-be-with!Bacchus. *woe* Somebody told me there was a fourth chapter but that Ivy didn't like it so she didn't post it. We needs it!

I went looking through my memories but I don't have any other Bacchus/Edmund fics that I could readily find. They're a mess, so that's not 100% sure, but I'll pass 'em if I do find any. I don't recall reading any others, though. *frowns*

Y'know, I was thinking about your fic and the preference for outdoors sex that Bacchus has (and of which I firmly approve *nods*)...what do you think of a little grapevine bondage? For those times when Edmund just won't hold *still* and let Bacchus play? *coughs*

Think about it...in the grass, with grapevines growing, twining up Edmund's arms and/or legs to hold him firmly in place and give Bacchus free hands. Yes! Smashed grapes all around and the smell of wine in the air...and in broad daylight, too. \o/


*covertly pets and feeds the sweet little bunnies*