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| Encore - Pippin and Cass |
[21 Feb 2005|03:26pm] |
(incidentally, I am not dead. :bows: My origfic muses have just been quiet for a good while, so no fic. :) Then I get these two chatting away. Who'da thunk? Those familiar with the Berserk anime and my general pseudo-fanfic deal I've got going for Encore will probably have no trouble figuring out who these two are supposed to be. ^__^)
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"Damn men!" The woman's purse hit the bar with a resounding thud, even over the thump of music behind her. She flopped down on the bar stool with a disgusted sigh and a little bit of a wobble. Pippin had seen her drinking vodka and tonics all night (not that he'd been watching her or anything. Not that he'd noticed her dark eyes when he'd served her that first vodka and tonic and been not a little jealous of the guy she'd come in with. Not that he'd noticed that she moved graceful as anything in those tight black pants, either, when she and that lucky bastard went over to the dancefloor. Not that, nope...), and she was probably pretty drunk.
Certainly drunk enough to whack the guy next to her with her purse like it was a bludgeon and yell at the poor man at length when he made the mistake of trying to come on to her. Pippin had to smile at that. She had good projection. And an impressive vocabulary.
( Read more... )
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| Gift: Jann and Gowen: Meeting (part 2) |
[26 Jul 2004|11:01pm] |
(continued from way the hell back here)
Warning for gratuitous pov changes. And let me just say? Jann and Gowen have a hell of a lot of crap they're making me slog through to get to the sex. :nodnod: Ah, well, needs to be done, I guess. So, more bits of backstory and the rest of the first night. And I think that after this I need to figure out exactly how their first time actually happens....
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Gowen:
We reached the cabin just as the snow started falling in thick veils, the wind howling at our backs. I tensed under my cloak when I saw the cabin. Though the windows were dark, it was large enough for a family. Three, maybe four rooms, and certainly not the dwelling of a solitary woodsman. I was not looking forward to meeting anyone else. I was fairly certain that they could not possibly be as crazy as this boy who seemed not to care that I still wore a broken shackle around my wrist.
He opened the door and I followed him inside. The cabin was, indeed, rather large. The door opened into a kind of common room, with a stove, fireplace, shelves, a table and chairs, and other tables along the walls that looked as if they were used for food preparation. There were two other doors that led off that room, one on either side of the fireplace. One was open and I could dimly see the outline of a bed beyond, but the other was closed. The shelves and tables held nothing but the usual tools and trappings of living in the woods: crockery, hanging herbs, clothes, chests, carvings. I didn't hear or sense anyone in the other rooms. I took all this in in the three seconds it took me to enter and turn to keep the boy out of my blind side.( Read more... )
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| (drabble) Two Watchers - Arcobaleno (Jann/Gowen) - R-NC-17 |
[16 Jul 2004|10:40pm] |
Two drabbles for the price of one! For ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) crushedoleander, who wanted Jann and Gowen with uncomfortable tension. Let me just state that I didn't MEAN for this to turn out this...um....almost smutty. And I'm sure the two older Japanese businessmen who sat by me on the plane to Chicago while I wrote it would have been perfectly horrified if they'd seen it. :)
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"Two Watchers"
Jann:
He watches me. During the day sometimes, and at night when he thinks that I won't notice. It's not obvious: a flicker out of the corner of his eye, a quick look away when I catch him, or a show of looking at something behind me instead.
It doesn't fool me. I can feel that he's looking, where he's looking. His eyes are like sun-heat on my skin, my chest, my ass, and between my legs.
I'm enough of the Twins' chosen to know lust when I see it.
( More here. Rating R-NC-17, in case you can't tell....) )
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| Drabble - Ask Your.... - Arcobaleno universe (Jann/Gowen) |
[12 Jul 2004|09:31pm] |
tsuki_no_bara requested "Jann and Gowen find a baby girl". They actually in canon find a baby boy, but I was amused by her suggestion of having them find a girl and then her growing up and starting to look at boys. So, consider this a bit of an AU, ie, what would happen if the Twins sent them a baby girl rather than a boy.
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Jann and Gowen, over the years, had done a fairly good job of splitting up the parenting duties. Jann taught her to cook and weave and carve and hunt and set traps. Gowen had taught her how to defend herself and pick locks and make knives and arrows. Jann had taught her to track and forage and what mushrooms not to eat. Gowen had taught her the history of the city-states, how to barter, and how to know when someone was lying to her. They had, Gowen thought, done a good job. She reminded him of one of his brothers, actually. Cyrus, or maybe Perin. He wondered, sometimes, if she might have been better off having a woman around, someone to talk about...well...women stuff with. He tended, sometimes, to forget that the child that he'd been raising into a strong, capable adult was also a girl.
When she'd come to him at fourteen crying that she was bleeding and it wouldn't stop, he'd been completely oblivious, and nearly panicked until Gowen had realized what was going on and stepped in. Afterwards, Gowen had nearly laughed himself silly at Jann's reaction while Jann fumed.
But, with all the troublesome bodily mess of adolescence taken care of, Jann figured that the last hurdle had been cleared.
Then, one day, Tara was helping dig up marjoram in the forest when she said, thoughtfully, "Jann?"
Jann, out of sight around the trunk of a big oak tree and mind half on the patch of wild onions he'd just found, murmured, "Hmmm?" absently.
"How does sex work with a man and a woman?"
Jann nearly dropped his herb knife.
Tara continued on, "Jullie says that a man and a woman don't do it like men and men do. But I've never seen a man and a woman do it, but I can't think of how it'd work."
Jann immediately pushed aside the thought, "But she's seen two men...oh sweet lords." He also pushed aside the thought of when exactly they'd left the door open. Plenty of times, he imagined.
"Da Jann?"
Jann, his face, he knew, flaming red, coughed and pulled an onion with probably more force than was strictly required. "Ask Gowen."
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| Taking drabble requests! |
[06 Jul 2004|12:48am] |
:waves: Hello all. I have not fallen off the face of the earth. I have, as I mentioned before, been eaten by my fanfic muses. It's been bloody and messy and thoroughly enjoyable, but I feel like I've been neglecting the OCs. Particularly anyone who's not in the harem fic universe. :(
So, to try and remedy this (and kill some time until my conference I have to go to), I'm taking drabble requests for my OCs. Encore, Harem universe, Spider fic, Jann and Gowen, Sid and Val, anyone. Give me a pairing, a line, a question I should answer in the drabble, anything, and I'll go for it. I WILL be gone from Friday to the next Wednesday, so I won't be able to post anything during that time period, and I must disclaim that I write very slowly, so you must be willing to wait awhile (and I mean possibly weeks, not just days. Last drabble challenge I did was 10 drabbles in a little over a month). But, if you're cool with that, then request away! I WILL get to everything requested, and even if I absolutely CAN'T think of anything, I'll just ask for a backup request from you. :) Go for it!
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| Drabble - The Joy of Festival Time - (Harem) - PG-13-R |
[27 Jun 2004|12:08am] |
Drabble fic as requested by mailechan. She requested my harem original characters and a pillowfight, and they have delivered. :) Crossposted with white_aster, my fanfic journal, where the request was originally made. I've got one more drabble request to go over there, and then I think I'll post a call for requests over here, too. So start thinking! I know it's been awhile since I've written for the boys over here. The fanfic muses have been eating my brain....
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The Harvest of the Sun was a time for celebration. A time of thanksgiving: for prosperity, for a good harvest, for good friends and kin and fortune. It was a time when gifts were given to friend and family and temple, and all gave solemn prayers of thanks to the gods or goddesses of their choice. It was a time of remembrance and piety and gratitude.
It was also a fine excuse to throw parties, to dance and laugh and get unashamedly, blindingly drunk.
The pasha's palace was no exception to this, with lavish balls and feasts held every day for two weeks' time. Lords and ladies came from all over the realm, the air sweet with the smell of their perfumes and bright with the colors of their dress. They came to talk and show themselves and their finery, to visit friends and eye enemies, to argue and duel and dance and drink the night away, then to collapse and do it all again the next day. They came to give obesience to the Pasha, to flatter him and lavish him with gifts in the time-honored tradition of gilt-encrusted bribery.
When one of those gifts turned out to be several cases of the finest wine from the northern vineyards, the pasha, already having sampled more than one sip of the gift himself, smiled and turned to the little ilani page at his feet. The boy scampered off and soon a case of the wine had been appropriated from the growing pile of gifts and sent, borne by two sturdy guards, through the inner doors of the harem, along with a message. The stern Harem Master's lips twitched in something that might have been amusement, as he listened to the pasha's words from the ilani's lips. Nonetheless, he delivered the pasha's orders to the rest of the harem, who made a rather joyous noise upon hearing them.( Read more... )
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| Commentary Meme |
[05 Feb 2004|09:43pm] |
Because I found this so much fun when I did it in my fanfic journal. :) I know that I haven't actually FINISHED much in this journal (:blushes:), but if anyone wants to ask about pairings, where things're going, character backgrounds, or stuff in general, go ahead. :) And don't worry, I'll put spoilery things behind cuttags in case some of you don't want to know yet. :)
If you've ever watched your favorite DVDs, and then found yourself eager to hear exactly what the actors, directors, writers and even production designers thought about making the episode, the movie, or whatever - you'll know sometimes the best parts of DVDs are hearing the commentaries. Getting into an actor's feelings about the character they play, getting the background behind a writer's plans and metaphors, even just getting the stupid anecdotal stuff that makes you laugh, it's all good.
Pick a fic I've written, any fic, or even a short story arc, if you like, anything I've done and I'll give you the dvd-style "What the hell was I thinking?" commentary thing--though you might want to specify characters, or storyline, or plot. (You can ask more specific questions as well. Or you can not, and just let me ramble on at will.)
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| 15 Minute Ficlet - Word #32 - Ashe and Dutch |
[14 Dec 2003|10:04pm] |
I'm on a roll! The Jude ficlet made me crave these guys, so I did another one.
Ashe's pov this time. The beginning's referencing some of his As Yet Unexplained Issues. And evidently all of these guys have gotten hit with the Sap Stick.
( And the word is.... )
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| 15 min ficlet - Word #33 - Rick and Jude |
[14 Dec 2003|09:12pm] |
I've slacked off with writing these. Bad me. But, I've got time tonight, so I figured what the hey.
This took a little longer than 15 minutes, and I think that I might actually write it into a big real fic someday, maybe. It's from Jude's pov, about him and Rick, and is so sappy sweet it's pathetic. Make sure to brush your teeth afterwards.
( And the word is.... )
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| The Gift: Jann: Meeting the Lords of the Forest (2) |
[19 Oct 2003|10:02pm] |
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Hey, look who decided to join us! Continued from over here It was delayed a bit tonight by Marrone, surprisingly, wanting to put in his two cents. :shrugs: I liked how this turned out, though.
And yes, I know, I stopped right before the sex. Sorry. Godsmut to follow.
As always, Jann is mine, but Marrone and Verde belong to RavenD and Pumpkin, who generously allow me to borrow them a bit. More d'ell Arcobaleno universe stuff can be found here.
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There was a soft, wordless sound, above me, and a warm hand slid under my chin, tilting my face upwards. I opened my eyes in surprise, and blinked, wincing, when my vision swam. I could feel the blood pounding through my temples, blurring my vision.
A hand brushed along my temple. "Now, that won't do at all...."
A warm, tingling feeling flowed through me, prickling my skin, and the pain in my head and ankle disappeared like a fading dream. I looked up, and saw gentle laughing brown eyes. "Bright day, little one."
I dropped my eyes again. "Lord Verde."
His fingers were softer than my own, softer even than my mother's had been. Or perhaps I was just more aware of them, as they traced down the side of my face. "Do I frighten you, little one? Why do you tremble?"
I closed my eyes. "I-I did not mean to trespass, my Lord. I-" Suddenly, "I was chased by a bear and fell down an embankment" sounded not only like a poor reason, but also a rather humiliating one.
( More here.... )
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| The Harem : Lion's Heart (Kether/Hesa) NC-17 |
[29 Sep 2003|11:34pm] |
New guys! New series! New fic! All the fault of browsing through Barnes and Noble's gay porn section online! Thank you B&N!
It's about harem boys. That's pretty much it. Big excuse to have a lot of my muses running around in itty bitty loincloths and not much else. :)
corvid and I have been roleplaying in this harem!fic universe for a bit, but I never got anything actually written for them. But then I heard that someone was making big blinky eyes in my direction to actually read some fic, so in sitting down to wait for someone to call who never ended up calling, the fucktard, um...Kether and Hesa took over.
Yes, there are more harem guys. Yes, they are hot. Yes, you will probably see fic from them sometime before I die. But, until then, here, have some pwp.
(The one bit of extra-ficular info you might need here is that Kether started out in the Harem Master position as a slave, and Hesa started out in the Pasha (Emperor dude's) harem. Kether's, in this fic, now free, and Hesa's been given to him by the Pasha. It's some plot that um...probably isn't needed, considering this bit's all about the sex. But, there you have it.)
On to the smut!
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The Harem Master walked along the marble corridor, whip slapping slightly against his thigh, the little ilani pages bowing low as he walked past. He followed the twisting passageways with ease, a dark, straight shadow striding past the marbled courtyards and alcoves and great halls. Voices and the occasional song in a soft tenor or deep bass poured from the common rooms, and soft moans sounded from the occasional shadowy alcove. In the courtyards, the fountains splashed over sun-warmed stone cooling in the evening breeze.
The sounds of the harem. All was well.
( More here. NC-17. Read only if you like nice hot master/slave m/m sex. OK? Ok.... )
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| The Gift: Jann: Meeting the Lords of the Forest (1) |
[24 Aug 2003|09:00pm] |
Just showing that keeping stuff that I haven't finished on my desktop is a good thing. Just opened up the file the other day, and Jann started talking, easy as anything.
The bracketing part at the beginning is set fairly far into the winter when Gowen shows up. The story part is set a few years before that.
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The winter that year found two where one had been. And when the snows fell thick and heavy in the coldest months, the dawn and sunset often found them--one dark, one light-haired--twined together in warm quilts and warmer limbs.
In the depths of winter, nothing moves in the white forest, and the few forest folk hibernate as the animals do. Huddled tight in huts and caves and cabins, they wait out winter's bite and fury, whiling away the days with the million and one small indoor chores that were pushed aside the preceding warm months: weaving, spinning, mending, crafting all manner of small things. And for those lucky enough to winter with families or friends, the winter is a time for learning, for the trading of knowledge. For tales.
That is why, when the bright-haired man felt, one evening, a brush of fingers along his chest, when he opened his eyes to see his lover tracing curiously the dark, sweeping vine-encircled antlers of the Gods' mark over his heart, he smiled at the unspoken question, laying back and murmuring quietly as they lay in the warm bed, the wind howling outside.
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( I went out that day to hunt.... )
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| Encore: Dutch and Ashe : The First Weekend Aftermath : Rating NC-17 |
[17 Aug 2003|07:28pm] |
Because someone :coughbyrnecough: needed the call. It's not quite a call, per se, but it gets the job done. :)
This is actually two different things, two povs. First is Dutch, and second follows Ashe. And yes, the Dutch bit is in first person, and Ashe's is in third. I pointed this out and Ashe just sort of looked at me. I can't write him in first person yet, so I just sort of went with it.
This goes after this part. And hey, lookee, an actual whole longish story from them! Yay!
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Dutch:
I caught a cab home and sat on my bed in the dark, thinking about him. I could still feel him, the way he'd kissed, the way his breath had filled my mouth, and the way his hipbones had felt under my hands. I could still smell him, the scent of his shampoo, and the laundry detergent and sex smell of his sheets.
"Shit," I muttered. I ran my hands through my hair and went in to the bathroom.
( More here. Dutch + shower + thoughts of Ashe = Reason for the NC-17 rating.... )
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| Ask-a-character-a-question meme |
[02 Aug 2003|11:42am] |
Because I am having a nice lazy weekend and the muses are all kicking back and willing to do it:
Leave a comment asking any of my characters any question, and I'll throttle an answer out of them.
:)
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| Webpage update |
[27 Jul 2003|09:58pm] |
Sorry if you got this twice.
Anyway, webpage update. With just about everything that I've posted here for a long while. So, if you've missed anything, go have a looksee. And let me know if I messed anything up....
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| Ashe and Dutch meeting 2 (otherwise known as Finally the Sex) |
[13 Jul 2003|07:41pm] |
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Ta da. I give you...sex. And it's not even the butt end of the day, either. I would like to give Ashe and Dutch the "Hey, Look, They Actually Finished A Smut Scene!" award, because evidently my muses need such things to keep them motivated.
Continued from over here. And, in case you can't guess from my saying that this is SEX and the fact that they're TWO GUYS, I'll tell you that this is NC-17 and involves two guys gettin' it on. If that doesn't rock your boat, I'd suggest you go read...uh...something not in any of my journals. :)
Enjoy!
( On with the smut!! )
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| Ashe/Dutch - More of the first meeting bit - (rated R-ish) |
[09 Jul 2003|11:40pm] |
Not quite to the sex. Sorry. Enjoy the buildup?
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We didn't say a word to each other on the way to his place. I sat, he drove, and that was about it. To be honest, I'd never jumped at the chance to go home with a guy I hadn't at least had half a conversation with, and I wasn't all that sure what to say. I don't know why he was being quiet.
I snuck glances at him every once in awhile, and the look on his face scratched under my skin even more. He didn't look anxious, or smirking, or even nervous at taking home a guy that he just met and who was twice as big as he was. For all he knew, I could've been a mass murderer, but he just seemed...comfortable. As if the thought that I might hurt him never crossed his mind. The same kind of confidence that made me think that the thought of me NOT following him out of Hawk's hadn't crossed his mind, either.
( you know you want toooooo..... )
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