Will Grayson (John Green), Will Grayson (David Levithan), Tiny Cooper
I ship David Levithan's Will with Tiny Cooper, and I would love to see them getting themselves together - maybe even in college. Plus makeouts or porn, YAY! Otherwise, the aftermath of Tiny Dancer, with all of the Will Graysons would make me cackle with laughter. Especially if Tiny Cooper only dates Will Graysons now.
6. Long Love Letter
Misaki Yuka, Asami Akio
(Very weird but awesome (though FRUSTRATING, because everyone except Otomo seems to be STUPID) japanese drama about a school pulled into the future with a handful of students and teachers. In the past, there is a giant crater where the school used to be and many people traumatized. In the future, GIANT TELEPATHIC SPIDERS and one very very insane teacher who wants Yamapi's underage ass like WHOA.)
I really really want to know how the letters change the future. We know the school was still moved, but what about everything else? The telepathic spiders? DID THAT ONE MAIN CHARACTER STILL DIE? Other characters welcome - I'm very fond of both Nishi and Otomo.
Otherwise, I'm convinced that Asami and Misaki married themselves while on their date (no, REALLY, they say something about taking care of each other for the rest of their lives. MAAAARRRIIIIEDDD). I would love to know how they feel about it.
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Clearly, dear Author, my fandoms, interests, and preferences are all over the map. I like het and slash, gen and porn. I like weird things with no dialogue and things that end up being dialogue only. I LIKE MANY THINGS! I LIKE YOU!
I swear I'm not completely crazy.
Love,
alianora","comments":"https:\/\/aliaspiral.livejournal.com\/311105.html?view=comments#comments","category":"yuletide"},{"guid":"https:\/\/aliaspiral.livejournal.com\/310802.html","pubDate":"Wed, 24 Apr 2013 14:20:14 GMT","title":"*pokes lj layout*","author":"aliaspiral","link":"https:\/\/aliaspiral.livejournal.com\/310802.html","description":"So, my reply page and reply box on lj has been borked for quite a while, but i've never gotten around to figuring out why and it's well past time I took care of that.
It's currently a long list of choices or links or whathaveyou, and frankly, it's ugly and not-user-friendly and i hate it. and while i'm not on lj nearly as much as i was, i can't help but think that having a usable reply box might make it easier for people to actually, you know, reply<\/i> to posts.
So, any ideas? My knowledge about themes is pretty non existent, but I would like to keep my banner and colors. I'm assuming it's a theme issue, but I really have no idea.
Suggestions? Insults? Whatever?
Posted at dreamwidth and lj. Comment somewhere!","comments":"https:\/\/aliaspiral.livejournal.com\/310802.html?view=comments#comments","category":"help me obi won kenobi"},{"guid":"https:\/\/aliaspiral.livejournal.com\/310766.html","pubDate":"Wed, 24 Apr 2013 01:51:27 GMT","title":"GLEE REMIX: Paragraph Indent (Klaine, PG13)","author":"aliaspiral","link":"https:\/\/aliaspiral.livejournal.com\/310766.html","description":"TITLE: Paragraph Indent
AUTHOR: alianora
FANDOM: Glee
A\/N: Remix of Sans Serif<\/a> by knittycat99
SUMMERY: He loved Kurt so much, and he wouldn't hurt Kurt for the world.
It wasn't supposed to happen. It was never<\/i> supposed to happen. Kurt was the love of his life, and Blaine was deliriously, ridiculously happy with Kurt in his life. He was. Always.<\/p>
But there was Danny, his intern, who was a mistake. But what does everyone expect to happen when you have a cute boy with a sweet, sly smile waiting for you and hanging on your every word?<\/p>
Honestly, it's a miracle it hadn't happened earlier.<\/p>
Danny had been Blaine's intern for almost six months before anything happened, and Blaine had ignored the flattery and the flutter of Danny's eyelashes until the heat under Blaine's skin had gotten to be too much, and the next thing he knew, Danny was laughing as Blaine dropped him onto the desk - hot mouth pressing kisses to Blaine's neck and whispering naughty things into Blaine's ear.<\/p>
After, Blaine's stomach had clenched, and he left the boy tidying up the office from where they had thrown papers onto the floor and knocked a water bottle over. When he got home, he had called out for Kurt, and had been so relieved to have no answer. Blaine had stood in the shower for an hour, letting the water run over his face and the slight scratches on his back he knew he would have to find a way to hide.<\/p>
He hated it.<\/p>
He hated hiding this. He hated doing this. <\/p>
He loved Kurt. He loved<\/i> Kurt. Kurt was his life and his heart and his air.<\/p>
Loving Kurt was like breathing. Without him, Blaine wouldn't be able to draw in air - he would crumble into dust and die without Kurt.<\/p>
But. But<\/i>, there were always the others. Even though Blaine hated himself every time, he couldn't seem to stop himself. He couldn't turn away from sinking into someone else's arms for the few moments they offered, even though during, he was breathless and gasping without Kurt.<\/p>
Loving Danny, or Jacob the barista, or Michael the artist, was like fire. It was fun and fast and intense - something that burned itself out quickly, but always left Blaine feeling flushed and warm.<\/p>
He and Kurt had been together for months before anything ever happened with anyone else. Blaine was settled and happy and so, so consumed with how Kurt shone when Blaine smiled at him. He had known that this was it - that Kurt<\/i> was it for him. There would be no one else ever.<\/p>
Until there had been.<\/p>
The first time, it was a woman. Blaine had been drunk and curious, and Kurt had been locked away on a self imposed writing retreat. It had been new and different, and while Blaine had liked it, he had kissed her goodbye and thanked his stars that he'd finally gotten that out of the way so he would never have to cheat on Kurt again. He knew what it was like to be with a woman now - soft and smooth and supple where Kurt was angles and stubble and so much more to Blaine. <\/p>
It wouldn't happen again. <\/p>
Blaine had thrown away the shirt with the lipstick stain and dumped out the box of condoms so Kurt wouldn't see the new box and wonder why it was open. He had showered and called in a cleaning service and changed his shaving gel, just to be certain Kurt would sense nothing amiss. Because it didn't matter that it had happened. Because it would never happen again.<\/p>
And it hadn't.<\/p>
For almost a year, it hadn't.<\/p>
And Blaine was happy, and Kurt was happy, and together, they built a sanctuary for themselves - something just for the two of them. It was warm and welcoming, and reminded Blaine of how he felt when he looked up from his desk at work to see Kurt standing there, holding a picnic lunch that Kurt had cooked and packed himself, full of things like raspberry tarts and sweet cookies made from scratch. Things that Blaine loved and appreciated and held Kurt tighter for.<\/p>
And then, one night, he and Kurt had argued. Blaine had wracked his brain for months after, trying to remember what they had fought about. What had been so bad and so stupid (Dishes? Money? Work hours?) that had sent Blaine storming from their apartment into the night without a word to Kurt about where he was going or when he would be back.<\/p>
He had come back, of course. He would sooner step in front of a cab than leave Kurt.<\/p>
But before he had come back, he had slipped into a bar, and then slipped into the back of a car with a stranger. Blaine could remember the heat of the guy's mouth and the shape of his back and how alive he had felt. He could also remember waking up the next day at a friend's house, filled with shame and self hatred.<\/p>
And he swore to himself, that this time, this time<\/i>, was the absolute last.<\/p>
Kurt had cried when Blaine had come home, and Blaine had held him close and said, \"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry,\" but Kurt had never asked why he was apologizing, and Blaine had never explained.<\/p>
How could he explain? How could he explain that as much as he loved Kurt (and he did - he did<\/i>, Kurt was his entire world and he would give Kurt the moon if he could), that sometimes, Blaine just..couldn't stop himself. He couldn't help it. God, Blaine hated himself for even thinking that - that he couldn't help it. It was something a cheater would say, and Blaine would not, could not consider himself a cheater. He had cheated, yes, but he wasn't a cheater.<\/i><\/p>
It wasn't like he went out looking for other people. He knew it was wrong. It was so wrong that Blaine had thrown up in the middle of the night once or twice, especially after things started with Danny.<\/p>
Danny was cute enough, and he was always underfoot, and one day things just happened - Blaine was swept away in the moment, and after, he swore to himself that it wouldn't happen again.<\/p>
Except it did, Danny catching at Blaine's hand and tugging him into a cab one day after work, and Blaine hazily remembered calling Kurt and explaining about a late meeting, all the while Danny's hands were slipping underneath the waistband of Blaine's pants with clever, talented, fingers.<\/p>
But that was it. Blaine was firm. He explained to Danny that it was a mistake, that he loved Kurt (God, how he loved Kurt), and that it was over.<\/p>
It was, until a week after that, and two days after that, and then every Wednesday and some Fridays after that for too many months, and Blaine hated himself every time, but he couldn't seem to stop. He couldn't make himself stay away from Danny's flirty grins and smooth stomach.<\/p>
He would stop. He would. He could.<\/i> He wasn't a cheater. He loved Kurt so much, and he wouldn't hurt Kurt for the world.<\/p>
And then Danny turned to him with a naughty wink of the eye in the elevator, and Blaine felt the heat rising inside him again. But Blaine told himself that this would be it - the absolute last time. He would pull himself out of the warm, willing body and walk away, shower away all of the shame and embarrassment, and this wouldn't happen again.<\/p>
And the most important part, he thought, as Danny sank to the floor, was that Kurt would never know. Kurt would never be hurt, never be heartbroken by Blaine's infidelity. Kurt would stay safe and loved and loving, waiting with open arms and bright eyes for Blaine to come home to him.<\/p>
This would be the last time.<\/p>
He swore it.<\/p>
END<\/p><\/a> You could pass him on the street, and you wouldn't know. Nobody knows. And it's ok, he can handle it. It's not like there are any marks to show anyone, or people who would care enough to try and intercede, after all. He doesn't need anyone to intercede - it's not that bad or weird or even unexpected.<\/p> And it's ok.<\/p> Pain fades quickly, and the damage disappears within moments. He can watch the finger length bruises disappear off of his wrist before the hand that left them has curled into a fist.<\/p> The words are different - cutting and harsh, and they get under his skin, but those are just words<\/i>, it's not like they really count, in the long scheme of things. Right? He already knows he's a monster - no one has to tell him.<\/p> The others look at him sometimes, considering, and he's seen Isaac's face twist up in an agonized, knowing look, but no one says anything. They skirt around the issue with bright, lying eyes and stuttering heartbeats that he can hear when he gets too close to them.<\/p> What would they say?<\/p> That it was wrong? That he doesn't deserve this?<\/p> It doesn't matter - it doesn't matter because it doesn't hurt<\/i> like it would if he were different. If everything were different. If he were human and fragile and breakable.<\/p> He's seen it before, on Stiles' own skin - where otherworldly strength has gotten away from someone, or worse, was deliberately inflicted - has held Stiles while the boy shakes in his arms from pain. Has bandaged gashes and cleaned wounds and fetched ice or heat packs while Stiles lay too small and still on Derek's narrow bed.<\/p> It's after those times that it's the worst.<\/p> And Stiles doesn't ever mean it. He doesn't. He always apologizes, after, and kisses the places where bruises would be if they didn't heal so quickly. Soft lips press onto invisible scars and he speaks so softly that he can't be turned away. He cried the first few times - said he was so sorry, baby, but it was all so much to deal with, and it's true. Derek can't deny it. And then Stiles presses Derek down to the bed, mouth hungry, finding all those spots that should be black and blue and Derek closes his eyes and lets Stiles bite and suck new marks into his skin. Lets pain turn into pleasure once again.<\/p> And Stiles stays - has stayed - through witches and lizard people and crazy uncles - and has been kicked around and beaten and heartbroken. Derek guesses it might be Stiles' way of getting his own back in some way. And it's not like it doesn't end up hurting Stiles, too. Torn up knuckles, ripped fingernails, and once, a bloody nose, when he had gotten so out of control that he ended up head butting Derek in the face.<\/p> That was the worst it had gotten. Stiles had staggered backward, clutching his face and staring at Derek with panicked tears in his eyes, blood dripping slowly through grimy fingers to drip into little puddles on the floor. Stiles has been so careful since - pulling his punches and once throwing himself sideways to slam his whole body into a door to keep from slamming himself into Derek.<\/p> Derek had learned to wait - waits until Stiles looks at him with terror and horror filled eyes and flees the room, waits until the cuts on his lip are gone and the scratches on his face narrow and melt away. And then he scrounges up the battered first aid kit and follows Stiles' pacing feet and hitching breaths to the top floor. <\/p> And while Stiles stutters out apologies and self hatred, Derek wipes his own blood off of Stiles' long fingers.<\/p> END<\/p><\/a>
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FANDOM: Hana Kimi
AUTHOR: alianora
PAIRING: Nakatsu\/boy!Mizuki
RATING: R
TROPEBINGO: genderswap
SUMMERY: \"It is much better to share a shower,\" he scolded the smaller boy, keeping his eyes on Mizuki's face through sheer force of will. \"We must be kind to Mother Earth!\"
DO NOT DISTURB.<\/i>
Without letting himself even consider what he was doing, Nakatsu slapped the small sign up on the door of Mizuki and Sano's room and tightened the towel around his waist with a florish.
The last time he had done this, he had merely slipped in for a second to grab the shampoo - before he had really known Ashiya, before he had started having thoughts<\/i> about Ashiya - it hadn't occurred to him to look at that point. The lock was still easy to pick - a piece of cardboard slipped swiftly up the crack in the door, and the steam wafted out around Nakatsu's ankles as he stepped up into the small bathroom.
The dim shape of Mizuki was behind the curtain, although he had gone still when the door slipped open. \"Hello?\" Mizuki's soft voice called out, nervousness edging his already high tone higher. The figure reached for the curtain, and Nakatsu took a breath, letting his eyes close for a second.
\"Hi!\" he chirped, and threw open the curtain. Mizuki froze, one pale hand slipping to his face, and the other one dropping in an attempt to cover himself. Nakatsu ignored Mizuki's startlement, ignored the flush on his cheeks, ignored the droplets of water slipping down Mizuki's skin in order to barrel forward with this insane plan. Nakatsu stepped forward and pulled the curtain behind him, warm water pattering onto his chest and dripping onto the towel still wrapped around him. Mizuki stepped backward, eyes wide, and Nakatsu grinned a trifle maniacally. \"It is much better to share a shower,\" he scolded the smaller boy, keeping his eyes on Mizuki's face through sheer force of will. \"We must be kind to Mother Earth!\"
\"Oh,\" Mizuki managed. His eyes searched Nakatsu's face for something - an answer, maybe, or the question.
A breath, a long frozen moment when Nakatsu refused to move, waiting waiting waiting<\/i>, because as much as he wanted this, Mizuki needed to want it, too.
And then slowly, oh so slowly, Mizuki's head dipped in a small nod, and he turned away to step directly under the water again, closing his eyes and lifting his face to the spray. His back was smooth, and Nakatsu's eyes lingered on Mizuki's shoulders - surprisingly broad for the boy's slim build. Nakatsu didn't let his eyes drop lower, and he stepped forward to edge his way under the water, aware of how Mizuki was watching out of the corner of one eye as the towel slipped off of Nakatsu's hips to the floor. Nakatsu had a brief moment of insanity where he was thinking about how uncomfortable it would be to dry off with a crumpled, sodden towel, but the sight of Ashiya waiting for him was enough to bring him back to normal teenaged boy.
A normal teenaged boy who was stepping into a shower with another boy for reasons other than getting clean. Um. Maybe not quite so normal as he had always thought.
Although, normal doesn't mean much, and according to the Americans and a bunch of other places, a teenage boy liking other boys is perfectly normal, and Nakatsu should really stop thinking about this before Ashiya decides Nakatsu can't man up to deal with the..er..man parts of another guy.
Nakatsu held his hands up to the spray, pretending to ignore the goose bumps pebbling the back of Mizuki's neck and how he could feel the warmth of Mizuki's skin radiating into his own. There were scant inches between Nakatsu's chest and Mizuki's back, and with his hands raised, Nakatsu flanked the smaller boy on either side with his arms. He was so much bigger than Mizuki, and it made him a little giddy.
Mizuki tilted his head down, his eyelashes catching water and light and Nakatsu felt a twist of something he had only ever felt around girls before. But this was Ashiya, cheerful and sweet with a stubborn streak a mile wide, and something in Nakatsu relaxed when Mizuki turned his head towards Nakatsu, his eyes still closed. His body remained facing forward, but Mizuki swayed backwards, and Nakatsu shivered as Mizuki's back brushed lightly against Nakatsu's chest.
Ashiya was soft and rounded in areas that boys usually aren't, and it really was no surprise that Nakatsu was attracted. Sure, Mizuki had a penis, but that would just make things easier for Nakatsu to figure out what to do. Girls had mysterious parts, and Nakatsu had heard it was difficult to tell if they were enjoying themselves, and where should you touch, and would they let you touch their breasts. Mizuki didn't have breasts, which was a pity, as breasts were round and squishy and fun to touch, but it was difficult to ignore the obvious, hardening sign that Ashiya was very definitely enjoying himself.
Nakatsu fought down the urge to make a joke, to lighten the mood somehow as he always did. He took a deep breath as he let himself slide his hands down Mizuki's arms, fingertips leaving patterns in the water running down Mizuki's arms. He drug his fingers slowly down to Mizuki's slim wrists and then twisted his hands to entwine with Ashiya's.
Mizuki's fingers tightened around Nakatsu's and Mizuki lifted their joined hands to his lips and then pressed them to his chest, drifting his own hands away to ghost over Nakatsu's upper arms.
Nakatsu let his head fall forward, ignoring the water flattening his hair to his head in strange lines, and let his mouth rest against the back of Ashiya's neck. He could feel Mizuki's heart beating under his hands, which was somehow more erotic than the sweet, barely there press of Ashiya's ass against Nakatsu's cock.
For a long moment, they stood there, Nakatsu's hands resting lightly against Mizuki's bare chest - flat and so different that what he always had thought he wanted - with blood pounding in Nakatsu's head. With a soft sigh, Mizuki stirred, leaning his head back against Nakatsu's shoulder and baring his throat.
Nakatsu's lips brushed across the boy's neck to Mizuki's throat, and he pressed his open mouth to Ashiya's pulse point, lightly tracing the tendons with his tongue.
Somewhere in his head, Nakatsu couldn't help but think they were doing this a bit backwards, but that didn't stop him from letting his hands drift down Mizuki's body to Mizuki's girlishly soft hipbones as Ashiya finally turned his head to meet Nakatsu's mouth with his own. Nakatsu ran his thumbs along Mizuki's hips, wanting but not yet daring to go lower, and perfectly willing to take the time to enjoy all of the skin he had newly available for him.
But Ashiya had his own ideas, and turned in Nakatsu's arms to face him. Nakatsu let his mouth trail over Mizuki's cheekbones and his hands floated to rest on the soft swell of Mizuki's backside as the boy moved closer and looked up at him. \"Nakatsu?\" Mizuki's sweet voice was unsure and shy, and Nakatsu couldn't stop the shiver that ran through his body at the sound.
He nodded, unable to speak, and that seemed to be enough for the smaller boy, who smiled sweetly before pressing his body against Nakatsu's tightly.
Nakatsu moaned at the feel of Ashiya's cock twitching against his own, and he squeezed Mizuki's ass firmly, pulling the cheeks apart and running his thumbs down soft soft skin.
Ashiya shuddered, pushing backward into Nakatsu's hand, and Nakatsu took the opportunity to look down and see Mizuki's body, bare and unashamed in front of him. Mizuki blushed as Nakatsu looked, but he didn't push Nakatsu away. Instead, he drifted his hands softly down Nakatsu's chest, short fingernails scratching over Nakatsu's nipples and making Nakatsu's dick twitch again.
Nakatsu admired the sight of his and Ashiya's cocks brushing together. Mizuki's was a little shorter and broader than Nakatsu's, and Nakatsu thrust his hips forward slightly, enjoying Ashiya's catch of breath at the feeling of the shafts sliding together.
In the dark of the night when Nakatsu had dared to let himself think of this - of another boy's body, of Mizuki's<\/i> body - Nakatsu had been the aggressor. He had soothed the smaller boy's nerves and encouraged Ashiya to touch him, to enjoy their coming together. But Mizuki had never done things the way Nakatsu expected, and he found himself the one who was shaking underneath Ashiya's soft, sure hands as fingertips danced across the head of Nakatsu's cock.
Ashiya looked up at Nakatsu with fearless eyes as he took both of them in hand and stroked.
Nakatsu's breath caught in his throat, and he couldn't take his eyes away from where Mizuki's hand was wrapped around the two of them. Nakatsu's hair was streaming water into his eyes, but he refused to blink and miss any second of this.
\"Nakatsu,\" Mizuki murmured with a particularly clever twist of his wrist, \"I think the hot water is running out.\"
\"Huh?\" Nakatsu managed, his brain fuzzy and desire twisting his stomach into knots.
Ashiya's face was solemn, even as his hand never stopped moving, and his other hand slipped further down to tug gently at Nakatsu's balls for a moment, before slipping even further down, and instead of pushing Mizuki away from somewhere he had never even considered letting someone else touch, Nakatsu widened his stance, and Nakatsu's eyes actually rolled back in his head at the feeling.
And that was it. Nakatsu vaguely heard Ashiya saying something about hot water and saving the whales or something, but it didn't matter, as Nakatsu couldn't hold himself back anymore, and he managed to open his eyes long enough to see himself come over Mizuki's hands and dick and the streaks quickly disappear under the water.
Nakatsu tightened his hands on Ashiya's shoulders. He was swaying on his feet, but it had occurred to him that he hadn't even touched<\/i> Mizuki's dick, and that just wasn't fair. He wanted to know what it would feel like for Mizuki to come over his fingers, too, and he had barely managed to wrap his hand around Ashiya's cock before he got to experience that.
There was come that didn't belong to him dripping down his dick, and Nakatsu just stared at the sight. He stepped backward out of the water, tugging Ashiya with him, and said, \"Look.\" He pointed at his own penis, and Mizuki looked and nodded thoughtfully.
They both examined Nakatsu's dick for a moment.
\"Yes,\" the smaller boy finally said through shivers. \"But the hot water is gone, and this wasn't actually helpful for the environment. I don't think Mother Earth would approve.\"
END
A\/N: The title is American units of measurement. No, I don't care that Japan uses liters.<\/a>
Posted at dreamwidth and lj. Comment somewhere!","comments":"https:\/\/aliaspiral.livejournal.com\/310426.html?view=comments#comments","category":["nakatsu\/boy!mizuki","genderbending","hana kimi","my fic","nakatsu: stupid awesome","nakatsu\/mizuki"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/aliaspiral.livejournal.com\/310162.html","pubDate":"Mon, 22 Apr 2013 21:04:33 GMT","title":"My Brain, Seriously","author":"aliaspiral","link":"https:\/\/aliaspiral.livejournal.com\/310162.html","description":"For no apparent reason, spurred by no readily available explanation, I am currently writing Hana Kimi Nakatsu\/boy!Mizuki porn. I have over 1000 words already and, other than being naked (which doesn't count, as they STARTED naked), they haven't gotten far in the sexing.
Because my brain is FABULOUS and doesnt need to have seen canon or read any fanon in years in order to decide to porn people!
I need to post my gleemix fic here as well. It's on the AO3, but I like having everything here, too.
Until then, have a snippet of what I hope will turn into decent porn:
DO NOT DISTURB.<\/i>
Without letting himself even consider what he was doing, Nakatsu slapped the small sign up on the door of Mizuki and Sano's room and tightened the towel around his waist.
The last time he had done this, he had merely slipped in for a second to grab the shampoo - before he had really known Ashiya, before he had started having thoughts<\/i> about Ashiya - it hadn't occurred to him to look at that point. The lock was still easy to pick - a stiff piece of cardboard slipped swiftly up the crack in the door, and the steam wafted out around Nakatsu's ankles as he stepped up into the small bathroom.
The dim shape of Mizuki was behind the curtain, although he had gone still when the door slipped open. \"Hello?\" Mizuki's soft voice called out, nervousness edging his already high tone higher. The figure reached for the curtain, and Nakatsu took a breath, letting his eyes close for a second.
\"Hi!\" he chirped, and threw open the curtain. Mizuki froze, one pale hand slipping to his face, and the other one dropping in an attempt to cover himself. Nakatsu ignored Mizuki's startlement, ignored the flush on his cheeks, ignored the droplets of water slipping down Mizuki's skin in order to barrel forward with this insane plan. Nakatsu stepped forward and pulled the curtain behind him, warm water pattering onto his chest and dripping onto the towel still wrapped around him. Mizuki stepped backward, eyes wide, and Nakastu grinned a trifle maniacally. \"It is much better to share a shower,\" he scolded the smaller boy, keeping his eyes on Mizuki's face through sheer force of will. \"We must be kind to Mother Earth!\"
CROSS YOUR FINGERS THERE IS SEX!
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Derek nodded, face unexpectedly vulnerable in a way that Stiles hadn't been expecting, and his heart gave an unexpected thump in his chest.<\/i>
AND UNEXPECTEDLY HE EXPECTED IT!
Seriously. *headdesk*
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Author: alianora
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Domestic violence, fucked up relationships
Summery: It doesn't matter - it doesn't matter because it doesn't hurt<\/i> like it would if he were different. If everything were different. If he were human and fragile and breakable.
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Author: alianora\/literarylemming
Rating:
Summery: \"I am to understand that this place follows traditional rules regarding dueling?\" He waited for the man to nod. \"Then who is to be Captain Reynolds' second?\"<\/i>
Or, the one in which Simon is more badass than expected.
A\/N: Different take on Shindig. This was started forever ago and I can no longer tell you who wrote what or how much, so I'm giving myself and the lemming author status. If it's an awesome line, she probably wrote it.
Simon sat, thoughtfully spinning a teacup on the small table in the cargo bay. He watched Zoe and Jayne watch the guards out of the corners of their eyes. Wash leaned against Zoe's chair, carefully avoiding touching her or getting in the way of her gun arm, even though her gun had been taken.
Kaylee twisted her hands in her lap, her fingers getting lost in the frills on her dress. She looked distressed.
I think he knows what end to hold.<\/i> Zoe's voice had been dry, but there had been a small wrinkle of concern on her face.
Simon tapped the teacup thoughtfully. If the captain were to lose, he would most likely be severely injured, or perhaps killed, depending on the level of humiliation this man Atherton wanted to inflict on Inara.
Normally, Simon wouldn't have worried about the captain. The man was resourceful, and certainly seemed to know his way around a fight. But Kaylee looked anxious, and it took a lot for Kaylee to lose her sunny optimism. So it followed that Kaylee's anxiety was in turn creating Simon's own disquiet, which was in turn adding to the overall level of stress in the cargo bay, which was beginning to give him ulcers. River had always accused him of having a delicate disposition.
Well. He put down his teacup with a decided clink.<\/i> It wasn't the manliest noise to show his determination, but it would have to do. He rose to his feet and made a show of brushing the dust off of his clothes.
\"Excuse me.\" No response. \"Excuse me,\" he enunciated clearly. \"I would like to speak with someone.\"
Everyone looked up at him. The guards looked amused. Zoe looked ready to kill. Or like she was deciding what to make for dinner. It was difficult to tell.
He straightened up to his full height and clasped his hands behind his back. \"Who is claiming to be in charge, here?\"
Zoe surreptitiously smacked Jayne's hand down as he tried to raise it.
\"Well, that'd be me, mate, now wouldn't it?\" Badger stepped forward, bowler hat perched at a jaunty angle. For whatever reason Simon was reminded of one of those trained monkeys that played concertinas in old vids from Earth That Was. \"And 'ow can I be of service to a fine Core gent such as yourself?\"
\"I would like to see the Captain.\"
Badger snorted, and his cronies followed suit. \"And if wishes were 'orses blind men would ride, mate,\" Badger snickered.
Intimidation didn't work well on Simon sometimes. He waited.
The man blinked. \"Well, well,\" he said softly, studying the young doctor closely. \"And why would you be wanting to go see the Captain? Wanting to say your goodbyes before he gets all cut to pieces?\"
Simon picked a piece of lint off of his collar. \"I am to understand that this place follows traditional rules regarding dueling?\" He waited for the man to nod. \"Then who is to be Captain Reynolds' second?\"
Badger looked confused. As did Jayne. Not that that was a surprise. Jayne looked a question at Zoe, who shrugged and shook her head subtly.
\"His second?\" Prompted Simon, projecting every bit of scorn he had into the question. \"Who will fight in the Captain's place should he be unable to dual?\"
\"In the general vernacular, my son, they'd say he was shit out of luck,\" Badger told him.
\"Yes, well, vernacular or not, Captain Reynolds is entitled to a second.\" He stood as straight as he could, imagining the weight of a Ms. Rosemount's Guide to Etiquette<\/i> book on top of his head. \"I volunteer.\"
The silence would have been deafening if it hadn't been drowned out by laughter.
Simon could feel his ears grow red, but he stood his ground. It wouldn't have been quite so humiliating except that Badger's men weren't the ones who were the loudest.
Jayne snorted. Fine. Who cared what that one thought. Wash's disbelieving snicker stung slightly, and Kaylee's horrified gasp almost made him twitch, but Simon didn't turn to look at the crew behind him. He waited. His clasped hands were becoming sweaty, and this was the first time since boarding Serenity that Simon did not have a handkerchief available.
River had taken them all and carefully covered the heads of the dinosaurs in the cockpit before allowing Wash to take off two planets ago.
He was entirely too well bred to wipe his hands on his pants, so he ignored the slight discomfort.
\"You..\" Badger choked. \"You volunteer? Just like that?\" The man reached up to adjust his hat, the smirk never leaving his face. \"And why should you be seconding the Captain, then?\"
\"For one, because it's the right thing to do,\" he answered. \"And secondly because if the Captain loses the duel -- and I think we're all in agreement that he's not exactly a swordmaster -- then he's going to need somebody to patch him up. Possibly bring him back from the dead. Lucky for you, I'm a doctor, and lucky for him, I've brought people back from the dead before.\"
\"Well isn't that sweet. Do you see this, lads? I'm weeping buckets because that's so sweet.\" Badger crossed his arms. \"No offense, my son, but why do you think it matters to me if your dear old Captain makes it through this little bit of domestic trouble he's found himself in?\"
Simon arched an eyebrow. \"I'm assuming you DO want someone to take your cargo off world, right? And I'm assuming you understand that if something happens to the Captain, not only will your cargo not make it off world, but you can be fairly assured that you won't make it off this ship in one piece. Two or three pieces, perhaps. But not one.\"
\"Well, now. You might have a point there.\" Badger examined the large mercenary who had happened to rise casually to his feet to tower menacingly at just that moment.
Jayne offered him a toothy grin. Zoe didn't bother. She just stood at attention, looking relaxed and faintly amused.
\"Very well,\" Badger clapped his hands gleefully. \"We shall take you to your undead Captain, and you shall be his second. I do believe this might be downright entertaining to watch.\"
\"Oh, yes,\" Simon said mockingly. \"I'm sure the Captain will do his very best, and your cargo will walk itself onto Serenity and deliver itself to the highest bidder. We all must watch that.\"
Badger smiled, showing all of his teeth. \"You know, I do believe I will enjoy seeing you taken down a peg or two off of that high horse. How's about a small wager?\"
Simon looked offended. \"A wager? For a man of my standing? I think not,\" he said scornfully. \"You might as well ask the rest of this riff raff of a crew to judge the duel.\"
\"Hey, who're you calling riff raff?\" Wash asked, sounding mildly offended. \"I'll have you know I'm bona fide hoi polloi.<\/i>\"
\"How much you bettin'?\" Jayne asked Badger speculatively. Kaylee poked him in the ribs. \"What?\"
\"Don't go bettin' against the captain!\"
\"Who said I'd be bettin' against him? Just cuz he ain't got the sense of a mule or the wits of a dead donkey doesn't mean I'd be willin' to put my hard-earned coin against him. Especially seein' as the man don't know how to take a beatin' proper-like.\" He sounded vaguely put out about that.
\"If we're all done with our negotiations, I need to get a few things from the Infirmary.\" Simon began to move in that direction, only to find himself stopped by some of Badger's goons.
\"Sorry, mate,\" Badger apologized, not sounding sorry in the slightest. \"'Fraid I can't let you do that. Company policy and all that.\"
Simon raised his eyebrows slightly. \"How I am supposed to doctor the man if I do not have my tools?\"
\"A doctor is never without his hands to heal,\" a voice remarked.
Simon winced inwardly, and responded without looking at the pale shape in the doorway. \"There are other things that can be useful, as well. Plasma. Bandages. A coffin.\"
\"And who is our lovely young friend, here?\" Badger was examining River with eager interest. \"Would you care to come out and play with the rest of them, then?\" He gestured towards the crew, who were all staying very very still, trying not to set River off onto any strange tangent. Badger gestured for a guard to collect her, but she frowned and sidestepped him, gathering her skirt to her to keep it from touching him.
\"I don't play well with others,\" she said pointedly. \"Running with scissors is frowned upon in most preschool classes. Pity you don't learn quickly.\" She yawned in his face and strolled past him to stand beside Simon. She dangled a small bag from one finger, which she dropped beside him. \"Too small for a coffin.\" She studied him for a moment, then adjusted his collar. \"Watch out for your left side. You'll have the Right of Way, but it won't matter if you're dead.\"
\"An excellent point,\" Badger said. He was still eyeing River. \"Shall we all go, then? Your riff raff can see their captain got skewered, and you can provide some amusement for those that think I don't have the proper manners to afford the captain his second.\"
Simon gripped the little bag of medical instruments River had given him and nodded sharply at the other man. \"Lead on.\"
As they were led off the ship, Simon began to realize just what he was doing. He was being led in metaphorical chains to a metaphorical gladiatorial stadium, where he'd be tossed into metaphorical combat with very REAL steel.
He sighed. Things had never been this complicated back on Osiris. The only thing he'd had to worry about back then was making sure he didn't cut the wrong bit of fibrous tissue during brain surgery. He'd never had to be DEVIOUS. It was exhausting.
A warm hand hooked around his elbow, and he glanced to the side to see Kaylee -- looking adorable as a pink-frosted cupcake in her frilly dress -- walking beside him. \"This is real brave of you, Simon,\" she told him with a big smile. \"What gave you the idea to volunteer so we could all get off the ship?\"
Simon blushed. \"Well, it wasn't really to get everyone off the ship. I was actually planning-\"
\"Cuz this way, we'll be able to swamp 'em!\" Kaylee enthused, not hearing him. \"Jayne can do a bit of headbashing, and Zoe can glower at folks, and Wash... Well, Wash'll cheer Zoe on. And 'fore you know it, bing, bang, boom, we'll have the Cap'n and Inara back on the ship, safe and sound!\" She bounced up on her toes and pecked him on the cheek. \"That was real smart thinkin', Simon!\"
\"I really wasn't..\" he tried again, but the words failed in his mouth. Which was better than what his mouth usually did around Kaylee, which was run off with itself and throw him off of a cliff. Metaphorically.
She was still prattling on about the different ways they could get the Captain out of this without swords, but Simon just let her happy voice wash over him. Her hand was warm where it was wrapped around his arm, and he almost smiled at the little bit of grease he could see under her fingernails.
River was walking a few feet ahead, completely ignoring Badger, who kept trying to chat her up.
Jayne and Zoe looked like they were trying to come up with some plot to save their brave Captain, and Wash seemed to be providing the comic relief with wild hand gestures. Or he was swatting at bugs around Zoe's head.
Simon let himself hope that Zoe would be able to pull some sort of rescue out of her body armor, and neither he nor Captain Reynolds would actually have to pick up a sword.
Which would be a good thing. For a variety of reasons.
The rag tag little group rounded a corner, and all of a sudden, Badger's goons had them surrounded again. And they were heavily armed. A hundred feet beyond them were Inara and the captain, looking very startled at the addition to their party. Captain Reynolds was holding a sword loosely in one hand, and was swinging it rather like a club and poking at a wound in his shoulder.
Simon winced.
\"Well, now,\" Badger grinned. \"Would the fine doctor like to step forward then?\" He turned to face the group in the clearing, waving cheerily. \"Hello, there, all you fine upstanding folk. Seems that the good captain went and left his second at home.\" He patted his chest proudly. \"Don't you worry none, Captain! I brought him here for ya!\"
Kaylee gasped at the view of the already bleeding captain. Zoe looked displeased. Or possibly like she had a splinter. Jayne just looked annoyed.
Simon carefully unwrapped Kaylee's hand from his arm, and handed her off to Shepard Book. Nothing seemed to faze him. He hadn't even seemed surprised by Simon's offer in the first place.
He stepped forward, tucking his medical bag under his arm and straightening his shoulders. He saw more than heard the Captain mouth \"What the gorram hell?\" to Zoe.
Inara was looking hard at Simon, and he bowed to her. \"Would the lady be willing to step out of the circle, please?\" He asked politely. \"She is unarmed, and I would not want her to come to harm.\" He paused. \"Also, I need someone to hold my bag.\"
\"A second?\" Atherton sounded scornful. \"You actually had a second on board your ship, Captain?\" His face was flushed with anger. \"You had been planning such an insult to me the whole time!\"
\"Uh.\" Mal blinked, still looking confusedly towards Simon. \"I think you got it all wrong. I don't have a second.\" He paused. \"Well, not one like that, anyway. All fancified and prissy. No, this boy seems to have hit his head too hard somewhere.\"
\"Don't be so modest, Captain,\" Simon said as calmly as he could. His mouth was dry, but he fought to keep his voice level. \"You were aware of my background when you accepted my job application.\"
\"And what exactly is your background, boy?\" Atherton demanded. He let his lip curl as he examined the young man in front of him.
Simon pictured what the others saw. A prissy boy with an attitude and a medical license. He swallowed hard. Then he stepped forward, pulling out the glove that River had tucked into the bag she gave him, and slapped Atherton across the face with it as hard as he could.
It was a rubber glove, so it wasn't exactly proper procedure, but sometimes you had to make do.
\"Mr. Atherton Wing,\" Simon said formally, fixing his eyes on the furious man in front of him. \"As Captain Reynolds' second, and his medical doctor, I recommend he sit this duel out.\" He dropped the glove to the ground as insultingly as possible. \"I hereby take on the responsibility of Captain Reynold's insult to you and yours.\" He raised his eyebrow. \"I assume that you do follow full Guild rules, even on such a backwater as this?\"
The rest of the crew were all watching with their mouths open. Malcom Reynolds looked rather like he had just seen Simon sprout wings and a tail.
Atherton Wing hissed, a red mark on his face where the glove had struck. \"Very well, boy.\" He smirked. \"I believe we will let you take the Captain's beating. I'm sure such a refined man such as yourself is aware that if the Second bows out, both he and his First forfeit?\"
Simon nodded. He felt like a bowstring, he was wound so tightly. \"I see you've already drawn first blood from Captain Reynolds. Or, were you aiming for something a little more permanent?\"
Wing smiled, teeth gleaming in the sun. \"I'll make you regret your offer. I'll feed it to you inch by inch through your torso.\"
He heard Kaylee gasp, her hands clapped over her mouth, and her eyes wide with fear. He would've liked to reassure her, or possibly see if she had a token for him to wear into battle, but he couldn't afford to take his attention off of the man in front of him. Inara took the medical bag from Simon's fingers, studying his face thoughtfully before hurrying over to comfort the worried girl.
\"Don't worry,\" River said, slipping her fingers into Kaylee's. \"I know something you don't know.\"
\"What's that?\" Zoe turned to give the girl a curious look. It could be that she had slipped a pistol or something into that bag before handing it over to her brother.
\"My brother is not left handed.\"
Somehow, that was less than comforting to the confused crew.
Mr. Wing turned abruptly and strode to the edge of the clearing where a man was standing with a sword. He yanked it from his assistant, glaring intently at the young man standing calmly in the middle of the circle.
\"Captain,\" Simon called without turning around. \"Would you be so kind as to relinquish your weapon and step to the edge of the circle? This is most likely going to get rather complicated, and I'm sure you would appreciate not being skewered by accident.\"
\"Or by purpose, for that matter,\" the Captain muttered. \"Do you have any idea what you're doing here, Doc? It's not that I don't appreciate not having to get killed or anything, but..\"
\"Don't worry, Captain,\" Simon interrupted. \"If I lose, both our lives are forfeit.\"
Mal stared. \"Great!\" He said through gritted teeth. \"You got some grand plan, then?\"
\"Yes,\" Simon clipped. \"Don't lose.\" He turned, pulling the sword smoothly from Mal's hand. He examined it for a moment. \"This sword is a piece of gos se<\/i>,\" he called to the man waiting for him. \"There must certainly be a better piece of steel somewhere on this horrible little planet?\"
Atherton smiled tightly. \"I am afraid that is all there is.\"
\"Very well,\" Simon sighed. He had tried as best as he could to get them all out of this. But Guild rules only take one so far, and then one must improvise. He gave the sword back to the confused Captain, who didn't look as if he knew if he should stab Simon himself, or take off swinging at the man across the clearing. Simon unbuttoned his shirt, removed it, and carefully folded it before exchanging it for the sword.
He turned and settled into a loose stance, \"En guarde,\" he said simply.
\"I can't look,\" Kaylee groaned. She hid her face in Inara's shoulder, and Inara quickly put her arm around the younger woman.
To say it was a massacre would be putting it lightly.
Within three moves, Atherton Wing was sprawled on the ground with Simon's sword at his throat.
\"What the..\" Jayne blinked in surprise. \"Anybody else see that?\"
\"Do you yield?\" The young doctor asked politely, pressing the point of the rapier rather impolitely into the soft skin under Mr. Wing's shoulder. Simon's posture was relaxed, as if he spent everyday knocking bullies over and holding them at sword point.
Atherton snarled, knocking the sword to the side with his own blade and scrambled to his feet, lunging towards the doctor.
Within seconds, he was back on the ground. Only this time, he was bleeding rather heavily from his side.
\"That could have gone through your heart,\" Simon informed him calmly. \"Do you yield?\"
Again, Atherton Wing surged to his feet, teeth gritted and hilt clenched tightly in his hand.
He managed to make contact with the young doctor's sword this round, which snapped in two. Simon made a disappointed noise while moving away. \"You gave me inferior steel on purpose,\" he said disapprovingly, shaking his hand from the force of contact. \"I dislike cheaters.\"
\"Then die,\" snarled the older man across from him.
Simon vaguely heard the gasps from the crew as Atherton came towards him, and he could only imagine they foresaw certain death.
Well, yes, but probably not the way they expected.
Simon paused thoughtfully, just out of reach of the furious swordsman. Wing had some minor training in fencing, he wasn't a complete beginner. But, he was injured and angry, and Simon waited for the inevitable mistake.
Simon made one smooth move, broken sword seeming to dance in the air before barely arcing over Atherton Wing's neck.
The older man froze.
\"Good idea,\" Simon remarked calmly. \"If you move even a quarter of an inch, I will sever your carotid artery.\" He pressed the point into Wing's skin - only the smallest amount of force was needed to break the other man's skin, and Simon could tell in Atherton's eyes that the man was aware of it. \"Do you yield?\"
Atherton Wing's face was clenched tightly. He bared his teeth in answer.
\"I said,\" Simon said softly, adding just a hint of pressure to back up his question, \"Do you yield?\"
\"And if I don't?\" Wing ground out.
\"Then, you will have anywhere from two to five minutes to regret it, as I might miss, and instead of merely nicking your external jugular vein, I slice all the way through to your carotid artery. At which point, I'll sit back and watch you bleed to death quickly.\" He breathed out, focusing on nothing but holding his hand steady. \"It's also possible that an air bubble could enter your bloodstream, even if my aim is very<\/i> good, which means you could die of an embolism. It is your choice.\"
Atherton stared at him, hard, for another thirty seconds.
Then he dropped his sword.
\"Gun ni mar<\/i>,\" Jayne whistled from the sidelines into the shocked silence. \"Doc ain't dead.\"
The level of surprise in his voice should probably have been insulting. Simon, however, was rather used to being underestimated by the large man, and paid no attention to anything but Atherton Wing. The man in front of him was pale and sweating, but there was a set to his jaw that made Simon suspicious of Mr. Wing's intentions.
\"Dead? He's not even bleeding!\" Wash exclaimed in sheer disbelief as Simon and Wing remained locked in position.
\"Check and mate,\" River said thoughtfully. \"White King wins the spoils.\" She turned to face Jayne, her face lighting up in a falsely innocent smile. \"You owe me credits.\" Her face went blank. \"I intend to collect in blood.\"
Jayne squawked and batted her away. \"Mal! She's been creepsome again!\"
Simon finally stepped back from Mr. Wing as the other man's people came to haul him up and away, barely registering Mal's cross mutterings about stupid hun dans<\/i> who bet against psychics. He watched with narrowed eyes and a tight grip on his borrowed, broken sword, but Wing seemed willing to go with his people. Which probably meant that the crew of Serenity needed to be quickly on their way, before Mr. Wing invented a reason or four for why they all needed to be strung up by their necks. He collected his shirt and rebuttoned it neatly, feeling much more like himself as soon as he was redressed.
Kaylee was still looking at him in awe, and she grinned at him as the crew began the long walk back to the ship. \"Ain't it golden that he was no good with a sword?\" she chirped. \"You looked awful manly with that thing, but who would have guessed you'd get so lucky!\"
Simon blinked at her in confusion, but before he could correct her misunderstanding, Zoe clapped him on the shoulder as she passed. \"Never thought I'd be grateful for a Core education.\"
Wash threw in a comment of his own, \"I bet everybody at those fancy Core schools can do that with one hand tied behind 'em. Good thing you didn't flunk out of that class.\"
Inara dropped back as the others sped up, chattering about the fight and the upcoming job, Simon's sword fighting already out of mind. She slipped her arm into his and smiled, \"You know, I took on a client on Hera some years ago, and he was quite proud to take me to the Naming Ceremony of a new Master Swordsman. The youngest in years, as a matter of fact. The young man was very charming - he was a wonderful swordsman, but got a little nervous when he had to speak. He nearly dropped his sword when he stepped up to take his oath.\"
Simon flushed slowly, his entire face and neck turning red. \"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about.\"
\"Of course not,\" Inara soothed gently, her face barely showing a hint of amusement. \"It's a pity, though. The young master was quite attractive. I'm sure Kaylee would have thought so - she did enjoy the story greatly when I told her about it.\"
\"She..she did?\"
END<\/a>
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HOLD ME. I AM OVERWHELMED.
Currently working on the sex pollen fic, which i'm taking the whole idea of and warping the hell out of to better fit with a fic I started forever and ever ago, which will look very familiar to <\/a>anenko<\/b><\/a><\/span> and involves a total idiot and a closet dork who is weak to that idiot's dumb ideas. YAY!
Also in under construction - a Firefly fic that I've had sort of done forever. Which I can't make fit any of the tropes, dammit.
I am ATTEMPTING to hit a bingo, so if anyone has any prompt suggestions or even fandom suggestions, I could use them. Here's what I'm going to try and fill:
Day at the Beach
Presumed Dead
Sex Pollen
There are others in there that I want to do (de-aged, space au, apocalypse, genderswap), but they won't hit a bingo for me. And while the purpose of this is to get me back in the habit of writing, it would make me feel very fulfilled and happy to actually hit a bingo.
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Title: Congregation
Author: alianora
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Sterek
Summery: He could also start his own ministry. The Ministry of Stiles. Stiles' Badass MoFo Church for Badassess and Werewolves.
AN: written for trope_bingo square
On a whim, wired on way too much caffeine and leftover adrenalin from the latest round of Bash-the-Betas, Stiles ended up on some weird little werewolfy church's website while researching something vaguely related. Two weeks later he received a formal certificate and letter proclaiming his clergy hood and ability to perform weddings, funerals, baptisms, and assorted other ceremonies. He could also start his own ministry. The Ministry of Stiles. Stiles' Badass MoFo Church for Badassess and Werewolves.
He laughed and stuffed the entire thick envelope behind the ever increasing (and increasingly unsteady) pile of Stuff-That-Might-Matter. Which was different than his Stuff-That-I-Haven't-Lost-Yet and on the complete other side of the desk from Shit-I-Should-Really-Throw-Away.
And he promptly forgot about it.
Mostly.
Until a few weeks later, when he was again up way too late because sleep is for suckers, digging through Stuff-That-Might-Matter and swearing under his breath at ogres and werewolves and whatever else weird supernatural shit that might exist for fucking up his priorities and his life and how the fuck he was supposed to help out this time when the Alpha pack was hanging around being freaky because they were creepy<\/i> and freaksome and wanted to make sure Derek had his shit together as alpha.
Which he totally didn't, like, at all. Stiles would make a way better Alpha, and the vast majority of the time, Stiles couldn't walk more than twenty feet without dropping something, tripping, or blurting out something embarrassing. And Derek's pack was a mess of angry teenagers and hormones and stupid, all led by an Alpha who had no idea how to process any sort of human emotion and frequently showed caring through growling and slamming people into walls, not that Stiles was bitter or anything.
Whatever, though. The alternative to Derek was the Alphas removing Derek's spine through his toenails or something equally traumatizing and non survivable, and putting one of their own spare Alphas in. Which was a NO and a HELL NO because Stiles had met the Alphas, and the chances were good that Stiles' very pale, fragile body would be torn apart so his entrails could be used as decorations and his pinky bones used as toothpicks if they took over.
It's really for everyone's best interest that Derek's spine stay firmly rooted in Derek's body, but other than stupid, suicidal ideas, Derek had no real plans as to how to keep his spine in his body and his pack in one piece. Or how to keep his pack from going to pieces from the inside out.
Which is where Stiles usually comes in. He's the Giles of the group, regardless of the others continued ignorance of the fact, and he's the one who makes the amazing plans and keeps them all from being very dead. Generally while other members of the pack (read: Derek) yell at him to stop getting in the way and attempt suicidally stupid things that Stiles has already told him not to do<\/i>. Because he's an asshole. An idiot asshole. With amazing abs. Nevermind.
But Stiles has been around and around and around everything remotely possible, and nothing short of fleeing for the hills seemed to be a workable plan that would keep them all alive.
He collapsed backwards onto the floor in the decimated pile of Stuff-That-Might-Be-Important and glared at the ceiling. The thick packet of Stiles' clergyness had landed beside him, and he flicked his thumb over the torn flap meditatively. Maybe there was a Get-The-Fuck-Out-Of-My-Town ceremony in there, complete with official license of Fuck-Out.
Stiles waved his hand formally at the ceiling. \"I now pronounce you formally Fucked. You may now leave without an asskicking,\" he intoned solemnly and nodded to the imaginary crowd. Dropping his head backward, he banged it against the floor a few times in frustration before groaning and lurching to his feet.
Food. Food would help. He still had the church envelope in his hand, so he just took it with him, pulling the papers out and trying to flatten them enough to read them while he attempted to walk quietly enough down the steps not to wake up his dad.
He was halfway through a turkey and cheese sandwich when his mouth suddenly fell open, dropping bits of lettuce all over the forms in front of him. Stiles reread the letter in his other hand a few times before he dropped the sandwich completely and shoved it out of the way so he could spread out all the information.
Werewolfy church<\/i>, he thought giddily. Which made Stiles some sort of werewolfy preacher.<\/i> He speed read his way through everything in front of him, a plan starting to form somewhere in the back of his head. It wasn't strong enough to take a good look at it yet, but Stiles had faith in his ability to bullshit his way through until the pieces came together enough that he could haul them out into the light of day.
He grabbed up all of the papers off the table and hastily shoved them back in the envelope, trying to hold his leftover sandwich in his mouth and shove his feet in his shoes and his arms in his jacket all at the same time. He had to run back up the stairs to grab his phone out of his room, which was less than awesome, because Stiles is all over the place and loud when he's walking at a regular speed, and his dad is still asleep and hopefully will stay that way as Stiles rushes back down the stairs and out to his Jeep to make his way over to the burned out wreck that Derek and the rest of the pack hopefully will be found tonight.
Stiles spends the drive trying to poke around past the flashing lights of \"A plan! A plan! I have a plan!\" that is giddily bouncing around his brain. Unfortunately, the plan itself is being coy and elusive, and Stiles can't get anything more concrete than something about religion and belief and preachers, with vague references towards ceremonies and the importance of bonds between the pack members.
As he pulled into the woods towards the Hale house, his phone rang. No, not rang, that's way too mild a description. Stiles' phone started to scream<\/i>, the for-emergency-only screech that he had programmed it to play when everything has gone pear-shaped and royally fucked. Stiles floored it, the phone continuing to scream from the floorboard as the Jeep bounced it out of the passenger seat while hurtling over tree roots and the crappily kept track. Stiles barely glimpsed the fast moving form in his headlights as he gets to the edge of the property, but it's enough to show that it's not pack, and that's really all Stiles cares about. He hit the gas again, squeezing his eyes almost shut in horrified anticipation and bracing himself. The crash of hitting the Alpha sent a horrible jolt through his skull and his skull against the driver's side window with a dull crack.
When he can open his eyes again without throwing up, Derek is there, hauling him out of the car by one arm and propelling him forcibly towards the door of the house. The burned up, more than half falling down house. Because that offers awesome<\/i> protection from Alphas who want to kill them all and roll in their innards.
Stiles might have managed to stutter out some of that, but Derek ignored it in favor of shoving Stiles' poor aching body inside and slamming the door behind them. Derek whirled on Stiles and advanced, and something inside of Stiles' head where he keeps things he isn't ready to deal with yet made a weird breaking noise and now Stiles knows the plan and what the hell was he thinking<\/i>, this is a terrible plan, and if the Alphas don't kill them, Derek will remove his spleen but it will work<\/i>. Before Derek can do more than grab Stiles' shirt and haul him closer to be snarled at, Stiles has already ducked under Derek's arm and grabbed for the envelope shoved in his jacket pocket.
\"You gotta sign this, Derek,\" he blurted, his hands shaking as he tried to find the right form. \"This is insane and you can kill me later but you need<\/i> to sign this, it will make the Alphas go away because you're stable, and seriously,\" he laughed nervously, \"that's all they want, a stable Alpha, and this will show them you're stable, I swear.\" He shoved the form at Derek and fished a pen out of his pocket.
A snarl from outside the locked door made him jump, but he shook his aching head and refocuses.
\"What the hell,\" Derek started, but Stiles shook his head and interrupted, hands pushing the wrinkled paper against Derek's chest.
\"No time, just sign it!\" He grabbed Derek's hand and forced the pen into Derek's fingers. \"Listen, it's crazy, and you'll hate me later probably.\" Stiles fumbled through the rest of the envelope, throwing random papers onto the floor around them as he hunted for the one he wants. He swore as he dropped the packet and dove down onto the floor to finally grab the one he was looking for.
\"Come out, come out, little Alpha,\" a voice croons from outside. \"We've given you plenty of time to prove yourself.\"
Derek flinched away from the voice and looked down at the form in his hand in confusion, and Stiles snatched it back away. If Derek got time to think about it, he won't do it, because he'll freak out and get all weird and it will work<\/i>, ok?
\"First apostle of the Church of Stiles,\" Stiles rambled as he smoothed out the papers with trembling hands. \"We'll go down in history.\"
A sharp bang against the door had Derek snatching the paper out of Stiles' hands. \"Where do I sign? What am I signing? How will this help?\"
Stiles threw his arms up in the air in frustration. \"Will you stop asking questions?\" He grabbed the pen out of Derek's hand the second Derek finished and scrawled his own name onto the form before grabbing Derek by the hand as the door began to slowly disintegrate under the deliberate fists of the Alpha Alpha.
Stiles' brain dizzyingly informed him how dumb of a term that was, but he ignored it in favor of finishing what he was doing. \"Derek, I trust you.\"
\"What? Stiles..\"
Stiles shoook his head again, half laughing. \"No, this is the important part. The other parts don't even matter. Listen, just listen<\/i> to me, ok? I trust you.\" Stiles took a deep breath, trying to ignore the increasing shards of wood at his feet. He squeezed Derek's hand. \"Do you trust me? You have to say it.\" Stiles knew that both his face and voice were pleading, and he might be embarrassed about it later, but for now he had more important things to focus on. \"Please, please, just say it.\"
Derek looked shocked. He licked his lips, his fingers flexing in Stiles'.
Stiles was increasingly aware of the cheerily whistling Alpha who would soon be in the room with them to eat them. Patience was not a strong point of his, but this was too important to rush.
\"I do.\" Derek nodded, face unexpectedly vulnerable in a way that made Stiles' heart gave a sudden thump in his chest. \"I do trust you.\"
\"Yeah?\" Stiles asked hopefully.
The door gave way.
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Two hours later found Derek and Stiles sitting on the dirty floor of the house in front of the now empty door frame, staring down at the single crumpled piece of paper in between them.
\"So, it's binding?\" Derek sounded a little dazed, but Stiles couldn't help but notice the startling lack of anger. Maybe it was just shock.
\"Yep,\" Stiles nodded, his fingers moving restlessly on the seam of his jeans. \"I don't think it's exactly legal<\/i>, but it's definitely binding.\"
Derek poked at the paper. \"I wouldn't have signed it if I had known what it was.\" His eyelashes against his cheeks were ridiculous.
Stiles had to look away, and he ran his hands down his legs to tangle in his shoelaces. \"It's less the paper, and more what we said,\" he admitted. \"We could've signed a piece of notebook paper, and it would have worked the same.\" His fingers tied knots and more knots in his laces. \"But saying..admitting<\/i> that we had a bond, of whatever sort..\" He shrugged and tucked his hands back into the pockets of his jacket.
\"I still wouldn't have..\"
\"I know.\"
Derek looked up at Stiles, and his face still had that unexpected openness behind his eyes, and Stiles cleared his throat. \"Thank you.\" Derek's voice was low. It made Stiles want to lean closer.
Stiles nodded jerkily. He exhaled. \"So,\" he said. \"Now what?\"
Derek was still watching him, and a small helpless looking smile twitched at the corner of Derek's mouth. \"Now we get to figure out how to tell your dad you got married in a werewolf mating ceremony to a guy he's arrested twice.\"
\"Are you sure the Alphas won't come back and kill us? It would probably be less scary.\"
END<\/a>
Posted at dreamwidth and lj. Comment somewhere!","comments":"https:\/\/aliaspiral.livejournal.com\/308887.html?view=comments#comments","category":["trope_bingo","fanfiction","teen wolf"]},{"guid":"https:\/\/aliaspiral.livejournal.com\/308731.html","pubDate":"Mon, 14 Jan 2013 04:12:20 GMT","title":"A History of Bears","author":"aliaspiral","link":"https:\/\/aliaspiral.livejournal.com\/308731.html","description":"Or, the history of my yuletide participation.
2004:
Tunnels<\/a> - The Great Escape
Danny digs.
I will freely admit this one kind of sucks. Honestly, I don't know what I THOUGHT The Great Escape was, but it wasn't this movie. Which I had never seen before. So there was scrambling to find it and watch it and panic and BEARS EVERYWHERE. My sincere apologies to my recipient.
2005:
Jaded<\/a> - Bulletproof Monk
He still calls her Bad Girl.
Bulletproof Monk fic is something I would never have even considered before, but I jumped all over it, because I LOVE Jade and Kar. This was a New Year's Resolution fic.
Birth<\/a> - Constantine
Angela never thought she would have a child.
This is one I'm really proud of, because I knew pretty much what I wanted to do, and this gave me an excuse. It was a major pain in the ass and there were many many Bears, because the damn thing didn't cooperate for quite a while, but I still love it.
2006:
Sticks and Stones<\/a> - Young Wizards
Sometimes, it's not the end of the world.
I was SO EXCITED when I got this assignment, as it was for ![](\"https:\/\/l-stat.livejournal.net\/img\/userinfo_v8.png?v=17080&v=915\")
<\/a>magelette<\/b><\/a><\/span>, who I love and adore and talk to all the damn time, so getting her as my recipient was worth flailing and giggling. Ultimately, I decided on her Young Wizards prompt, even though I could have written several of her requests, but Nita and Kit are too awesome. I'm still rather pleased by it - I wanted something where there was no major threat, just everyday wizardry, and I think that came through well.
2007:
Control<\/a> - The Inside
She was only a little girl, after all, and what do little girls know about power?
This remains, to this day, one of the most disturbing things I've written. I actually had started it way before I signed up to write The Inside for yuletide, but the idea freaked me out so I stopped it. When this request came through, though, I started poking at it again. I did manage to not totally freak myself out by editing out the actual rape and molestation, but there needs to be trigger warnings all over this thing, because it's not a happy story. And i'm very proud of it. Because freaking YOURSELF as the author out is fairly amazing.
2007 Treats:
Fabulous<\/a> - The Incredibles.
It's just Edna, darling. When are you coming to see me?
This is probably my most \"famous\" yuletide story, which shocked the HECK out of me, as I wrote it in less than 30 minutes and uploaded it purely on the fact it made me giggle. Of COURSE Edna is a Super. Why wouldn't she be?
Fierce and Free<\/a> - Legend
What care I for human hearts?
I want to be Oona when I grow up. I love how fierce she is and how manipulative.
Mute<\/a> - The Young Riders
Ike, in silence.
Ike is probably my favorite of the boys, I will admit to it. And the challenge of writing something for him and Buck was too much to resist.
Fairest and Fallen<\/a> - Young Wizards
Greetings and defiance.
I REALLY like how this one turned out. The Lone Power in many different forms, but always there for Nita.
2008:
A Horse and Her Boy<\/a> - The Young Riders
It had only taken one split second for him to fall head over heels.
For the SECOND TIME, I got <\/a>magelette<\/b><\/a><\/span> as a recipient, and you should have seen my face when it happened. I laughed forever. I have no idea how she didn't guess it was me this time around, because we generally swap fics to beta, and when I didn't send her my yuletide to beta..yeah. But this is Kid and his horse, Katy, and how he's so massively in love with her I have no idea how he managed to fall in love with Lou.
2008 Treats:
A Plate of Wonderful Marriage Pasta<\/a> - Smiling Pasta
Do your best, He Qun and Xiao Shi! Here is amazing pasta made especially for you by your grandfather, with good wishes and good luck! This pasta is 'Wonderful Marriage' and will bring you many years of happiness if you eat it together!
Written, with love, for <\/a>anenko<\/b><\/a><\/span>, because who else but me would write Smiling Pasta fic? I love the pouty feeling of Xiao Shi in this, and I'm very happy with it, even though no one else has seen this twdrama or will ever read it.
2009:
Mostly Harmless<\/a> - Young Wizards
A peaceful, easy mission? Yeah, right.
The request involved wanting something set in winter, but instead of thinking HAPPY CHRISTMAS FIC! I decided to strand them in a cave and try to kill them off. It made sense at the time. Not one of my favorites, and I struggled with it, because I couldn't decide if I wanted to fix the problem or leave it open. I left it open.
2009 Treats:
A Girl's Best Friend<\/a> - The Breakfast Club
Before she went to bed Friday night, Claire took the diamond out of her ear and set it on the counter carefully. She wondered what would happen.
The Breakfast Club is one fandom I'm not really in. I've read a couple of fics, but almost all of what you can find is Brian\/Bender, and while I'm all for slashing, the OTP of my heart for this one is Claire\/Bender, and I've always wondered what on earth would happen at school that Monday.
In Silence, Coming Home<\/a> - Fionavar Tapestry
Dave and Kim arrived back on earth on a Wednesday.
Davor of the Axe is my favorite character in the Tapestry, and I can't help but wonder how you adjust back to our world after Fionavar, especially when you've lost so much and changed everything you were in your old life.
2010:
Ordinary<\/a> - Mei-chan no Shitsuji
Ordinary is the best, or five times Mei wasn't a lady.
I will admit to kind of loving how this turned out. I rarely write five things fics, but this one just worked best this way. What would happen to Mei or Rihito or even Mameshiba if something had gone just a little differently anywhere along the way?
2011:
The Smallest of Things<\/a> - Push
When he comes back to wherever they're living at the time, she's generally sprawled out over the sagging couch with her legs in ripped tights tossed over the arm rest and her markers all over the place. When he's there with her at their current little crap hole of a hotel, she's constantly talking, shoving her drawings in his face, and leaving the bathtub tile splashed with weird colors from her experiments with hair dye. When he takes off for a while, she's yelling after him to pick her up something to eat and for god's sake, Nick, duck when the lady with the fish smiles<\/i> or don't turn left after dinner, dumb ass.<\/i>
Push is one of those fandoms where everyone on earth ships the badwrong underage ship. Everyone. But, as much as I ship it, I think Cassie and Nick are more for each other, too. I tried to straddle the line between family and more than, and I think it came off ok, although it's not one of my favorite stories I've written.
2011 Treats:
With Mortal Hands, I'll Build a Castle<\/a> - Care Bears
It was..strange to have a heartbeat. And skinned knees and runny nose and emotions, of all things.
It's Dark Heart adjusting to being human and having Kristy around and what all these pesky feelings<\/i> are. I saw the prompt and jumped on it, because omg my childhood ships!
AND FINALLY!!! Because I just realized I never actually did my reveal for this year..
2012:
No Romeo<\/a> - Footloose (1984)
Ren had started something, just by being there. Just by being there, and different, and too stubborn by half to back down.
I watched the clip of \"Let's Hear It For the Boy\" about 400 times before writing this, mulling over Willard and how his life would probably end up. And maybe my slash goggles are completely firmly in place, because the request for Ren\/Willard made perfect sense to me. But then, I COULDN'T not have Ren in love with Ariel, so I had to throw that in, too.
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2. We're watching Phineas and Ferb and I CANNOT CANNOT CANNOT be the only one who ships Bufort\/Baljeet. I just can't. And I need to have fanfiction. I need it.
3. Things that suck: Attempting to proofread a story which features bulimia and extreme talks of food while very ill with stomach flu. This isn't going well.
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