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Two Young Wizards fic memes.
These all vary in rating, quality and originality, meaning read at your own discretion. Warnings include sex (mostly of the foreplay variety), talking about sex, character death, silly Austen AU, and varying amounts of banality.
1.) Nita Callahan
2.) Kit Rodriguez
3.) Dairine Callahan
4.) Carmela Rodriguez
5.) Tom Swale
6.) Ronan Nolan
7.) Roshaun ke Nelaid
8.) Filif
9.) Sker’ret
10.) Carl Romeo
First Time: 4 and 6 (Carmela Rodriguez and Ronan Nolan)
“Put your hands here,” she tells him, placing his large hands on her still-covered breast.
“Christ, you’re demanding,” Ronan grumbles, but he massages anyways, and Carmela grins triumphantly.
She sighs, quietly, making small noises of contentment, and then she spontaneously leans down to kiss Ronan. He kisses her back, one, two, three, four, five seconds and counting, dark eyes locking with hers even as he fights unsuccessfully with the back of her bra.
Carmela rolls her eyes at the cliché, and reaches around her own back to unhook the material. “Haven’t you done this before?” she demands.
Ronan does not answer. He glares at her, and kisses her again, and Carmela takes that as a no. She’s a little bit thrilled to be his first.
She’s even more thrilled when he takes the initiative and moves his hands to her panties.
Angst, 7 (Roshaun ke Nelaid)
The geography still doesn’t look right. Even after years and years of terraforming, of trying and failing to introduce new species of plantlife, of waiting for new plant life to spring on its own, the landscape looks unbearably and inescapably wrong.
Wizards, he knows, are supposed to heal things that are broken. They are supposed to solve the problems, make the solutions, have the answers, and fix what is wrong.
He cannot fix this.
He has tried and he had failed and it hurts more and more every time for all of the trying. It’s supposed to be his planet, and he should be able to take care of it.
A spell is supposed to always work, and he had worked many, many interventions. He longs for the day that he will see native red ferns, blooming without the aid of terraforming, over the distance of the horizon.
AU, 1 and 8 (Nita Callahan and Filif)
Nita Bennet-Callahan had escaped from the scrutiny of her sisters’ pitying gazes, and, happy to be out in the fresh air, leaned against a young sapling pine.
“I’m over him, and that’s that,” she said, deciding that it was far better to dismiss the type of gentleman who would leave the countryside without a word. She may have once thought highly of a certain Mr. Bingley-Rodriguez, but that did not mean that she was incapable of living without his continued presence.
“Over who?” a voice seemed to ask, like the sound of the wind through oak trees. There were no oak trees here, and the closest tree was…
Nita expressed her shock. “Did you just… speak?”
“Of a certainty,” the tree replied, and there was the faint hint of laughter in its tone.
Nita was appropriately shocked for a moment, and then, recovering her manners, curtseyed to the tree. “Forgive me. I was merely shocked.”
Threesome, 3, 6, and 9 (Dairine, Ronan and Sker’ret)
“Have you ever thought about having a threesome?”
Dairine scalded her tongue on her tea, and stared at the Irish wizard sitting on the couch across from her. “Uhh…” she said, intelligently. “You mean the three of us right here?”
Ronan looked a little shocked, his eyes flickering to the centipede-like Sker’ret in the other seat.
Dairine, figuring she might as well be amused by his mistakes, continued, “Because there might be some anatomical problems. Not to mention the fact that we’re both spoken for.”
“What- ? No!” Ronan said. “I just… Carmela was talking a little, and…”
Dairine snickered.
“What’s a threesome?”
Dairine’s eyes flickered to Ronan. Ronan stared back at her. “You’re the one who brought it up,” she said to him.
“Sorry I brought it up,” Ronan grumbled. He turned to Sker’ret and began to explain.
Hurt/Comfort, 5 and 10 (Tom Swale and Carl Romeo)
Carl’s arms are warm, and Tom isn’t ready to let go just yet.
He knows that it was merely a trick of the Lone Power’s, knows that he’s not alone in this world, knows that he’s not shunned for who he is. His family accepts his wizardry, and the fact that he is a gay man, and his career choice as a writer, and the million other things that make him Tom Swale.
He’s had fights with Carl before, but the other wizard has never left him, has never told him ‘I don’t want to see you again’.
That was a fake universe, fake family, fake Carl.
But Tom can still see it in front of his eyes, even now, and so he holds on because he needs to be reminded ever once in a while. He is not alone.
Crack, 1 (Nita Callahan)
Nita picked up the phone.
“Hola, señora Rodríguez..."
“No habla espanol,” Nita said - though she knew plenty of words, she could not in technicality speak Spanish. As the operator scrambled, Nita hung up the phone.
Kit looked up from his Manual. “You could have kept ‘Callahan’,” he said, absently,
Nita grinned. “I don’t feel like wasting energy on telemarketers. There’s enough entropy as is.”
Who would have thought ‘Juanita Rodriguez’ would cause such amusing difficulties?
Horror, 10 (Carl Romeo)
It’s like the silver screen, all those thousands of Saurians milling about below in the dark cavern. But, no, it’s worse, because he can see their stretched and warped shadows dancing on the cavern wall behind him, and he knows that they are hungry and would not hesitate in killing him.
But his help is needed, and he has never been one to run from the call.
For a moment, Carl hears the heavy breathing behind him - in, out, in, out, getting closer.
Carl turns around.
Baby!fic, 5 and 9 (Tom Swale and Sker’ret)
“I thought males of your species couldn’t reproduce,” the Rirhait said, seeing the young, pink creature that Tom Swale, Regional Senior, was holding. If he was correct, this was a baby of the species, though it had hardly any of the follicle-growing hair.
Tom laughed. “Not mine,” he said, with amusement. “I’m watching her for a friend of mine, while she’s out on Errantry.”
Sker’ret seemed fascinated. “Only one in a brood. On Rirhath, it’s unheard of.”
“We humans are weird that way,” Tom said, holding the sleeping grub. “What can I do for you?”
Dark, 2 and 8 (Kit Rodriguez and Filif)
The world is crashing about them, and Kit feels so cold. Hotel to hotel, planet to planet, they’ve been on the run from a vengeful avatar of the Lone Power for so long.
But if there’s one thing he’s learned, it’s that you can’t run from the Lone Power for long. You can hide, you can fight, you can jump planet after planet and galaxy after galaxy, and there is not one place left untouched. And wherever they have run, they have brought death with them.
And now he’s brought it to a friend, a fellow wizard.
“I will fight him, so you can do what needs doing,” Filif had promised, but the strange sheen in his eye-berries had said so clearly, ‘I don’t want to die’.
Kit thought that he would save the Demisiv if he could, but he can’t, and so he looks back as the flame roars up smoky and hot and hungry.
He wrenches his eyes away from that inferno, and flees.
Romance, 4 and 7 (Carmela Rodriguez and Roshaun ke Nelaid)
He does not give her flowers and chocolates and gifts, as per the customs of her planet. He is not a Terran, and his own courting customs are perfectly adequate.
“Learn something about our culture,” Dairine Callahan says with a bite in her voice, but Carmela does not seem to care when he makes clear his interest in her possessions.
“They are things of yours that I find attractive,” he explains to her. “If a lady on Wellakh found such actions suitable, she would continue to wear such things to project her interest. In that way, the lady keeps her independence in the choosing of material objects.”
Carmela laughs, thanks him for ‘not subjecting her to his gaudy fashion’, and smiles smugly.
He eventually learns that Carmela likes presents, and - after listening to her complain about her brother’s tampering with her laser dissociator - purchases the most sophisticated in portable all-purpose weaponry he can find.
When she opens it for the Terran festival called ‘Christmas’, Carmela is ecstatic. She kisses him for a long time, in front of everybody.
It is not a Wellakhit custom to touch mouths in public, but it is warm and sweet and Roshaun finds he likes it.
Deathfic, 2 and 3 (Kit Rodriguez and Dairine Callahan)
“NITA!”
He cannot feel the familiar touch of her mind anymore, cannot find the connection. He’s felt death before, he’s lost, but not like this, never like this.
A strong grip catches his arm, and Kit turns around to see Dairine. “You can’t do anything for her!” she yells at him, and Kit would think her callous except for the fact that she is crying too and looks as shocked as though a hole was just punched into her chest.
“But she’s-she-“
“She did what she had to do!” Dairine snaps, and her voice is brittle. “She was following her Oath.”
All the Oaths, all the duty, all the rhetoric in the world does not seem to help. He lost Ponch, he lost Betty Callahan, he lost Fred, he has lost many friends in his life. It does not stop the gaping emptiness that threatens to swallow him with new grief.
‘Don’t you even care?!’ Kit wants to scream at Dairine. But he knows that it would be unfair. Especially as Dairine’s gray eyes go hard as flint.
“Let’s make her death mean something,” Dairine says in a low and dangerous voice, reminiscent of the Dairine of a thousand summers ago, striking down the Lone Power on a planet not her own.
Kit nods in agreement.
The Microfic Meme
Write 10 different categories of fic, each in 10 words or less.
Angst:
Death was all around, quietly encroaching, and she could do nothing but watch.
AU:
“Could you expect me to rejoice in the inferiority of your circumstances?” Roshaun hissed.
Crackfic:
Green sky, trees made of dog biscuits, and an inverted house were only the start of it. “Ponch, what did you do?”
Crossover:
“Wait-- why do you keep calling Lucifer ‘the Lone One‘, or whatever?” Dean asked.
“It’s his title,” Kit replied with a shrug. “Obviously.”
First Time: .
“Are we sure? I mean, there are some basic physiological issues…”
Roshaun kissed her, and Dairine - for once - decided not to argue.
Fluff:
Nita curled her fingers together with Kit’s, and smiled warmly.
Humor:
It was like the setup to a terrible joke - “three aliens go to the prom…”
H/C:
The Lone One smiled at the Champion. “I will make you beg for this,” It said.
Smut:
Carl’s fingers work at Tom’s buttons frantically, but he is sloppy, distracted as he is by the kissing.
UST:
Sometimes when on Errantry, wizards are required to make personal space allowances. Kit was finding this rather hard to remember, as a sleeping Nita breathed softly across his cheek.
I can apparently only write one type of AU, and that is Pride&Prejudice verse. For more on that, uhh... universe (such as it is), go here. Hahahaha, suuuch craaack.
These all vary in rating, quality and originality, meaning read at your own discretion. Warnings include sex (mostly of the foreplay variety), talking about sex, character death, silly Austen AU, and varying amounts of banality.
1.) Nita Callahan
2.) Kit Rodriguez
3.) Dairine Callahan
4.) Carmela Rodriguez
5.) Tom Swale
6.) Ronan Nolan
7.) Roshaun ke Nelaid
8.) Filif
9.) Sker’ret
10.) Carl Romeo
First Time: 4 and 6 (Carmela Rodriguez and Ronan Nolan)
“Put your hands here,” she tells him, placing his large hands on her still-covered breast.
“Christ, you’re demanding,” Ronan grumbles, but he massages anyways, and Carmela grins triumphantly.
She sighs, quietly, making small noises of contentment, and then she spontaneously leans down to kiss Ronan. He kisses her back, one, two, three, four, five seconds and counting, dark eyes locking with hers even as he fights unsuccessfully with the back of her bra.
Carmela rolls her eyes at the cliché, and reaches around her own back to unhook the material. “Haven’t you done this before?” she demands.
Ronan does not answer. He glares at her, and kisses her again, and Carmela takes that as a no. She’s a little bit thrilled to be his first.
She’s even more thrilled when he takes the initiative and moves his hands to her panties.
Angst, 7 (Roshaun ke Nelaid)
The geography still doesn’t look right. Even after years and years of terraforming, of trying and failing to introduce new species of plantlife, of waiting for new plant life to spring on its own, the landscape looks unbearably and inescapably wrong.
Wizards, he knows, are supposed to heal things that are broken. They are supposed to solve the problems, make the solutions, have the answers, and fix what is wrong.
He cannot fix this.
He has tried and he had failed and it hurts more and more every time for all of the trying. It’s supposed to be his planet, and he should be able to take care of it.
A spell is supposed to always work, and he had worked many, many interventions. He longs for the day that he will see native red ferns, blooming without the aid of terraforming, over the distance of the horizon.
AU, 1 and 8 (Nita Callahan and Filif)
Nita Bennet-Callahan had escaped from the scrutiny of her sisters’ pitying gazes, and, happy to be out in the fresh air, leaned against a young sapling pine.
“I’m over him, and that’s that,” she said, deciding that it was far better to dismiss the type of gentleman who would leave the countryside without a word. She may have once thought highly of a certain Mr. Bingley-Rodriguez, but that did not mean that she was incapable of living without his continued presence.
“Over who?” a voice seemed to ask, like the sound of the wind through oak trees. There were no oak trees here, and the closest tree was…
Nita expressed her shock. “Did you just… speak?”
“Of a certainty,” the tree replied, and there was the faint hint of laughter in its tone.
Nita was appropriately shocked for a moment, and then, recovering her manners, curtseyed to the tree. “Forgive me. I was merely shocked.”
Threesome, 3, 6, and 9 (Dairine, Ronan and Sker’ret)
“Have you ever thought about having a threesome?”
Dairine scalded her tongue on her tea, and stared at the Irish wizard sitting on the couch across from her. “Uhh…” she said, intelligently. “You mean the three of us right here?”
Ronan looked a little shocked, his eyes flickering to the centipede-like Sker’ret in the other seat.
Dairine, figuring she might as well be amused by his mistakes, continued, “Because there might be some anatomical problems. Not to mention the fact that we’re both spoken for.”
“What- ? No!” Ronan said. “I just… Carmela was talking a little, and…”
Dairine snickered.
“What’s a threesome?”
Dairine’s eyes flickered to Ronan. Ronan stared back at her. “You’re the one who brought it up,” she said to him.
“Sorry I brought it up,” Ronan grumbled. He turned to Sker’ret and began to explain.
Hurt/Comfort, 5 and 10 (Tom Swale and Carl Romeo)
Carl’s arms are warm, and Tom isn’t ready to let go just yet.
He knows that it was merely a trick of the Lone Power’s, knows that he’s not alone in this world, knows that he’s not shunned for who he is. His family accepts his wizardry, and the fact that he is a gay man, and his career choice as a writer, and the million other things that make him Tom Swale.
He’s had fights with Carl before, but the other wizard has never left him, has never told him ‘I don’t want to see you again’.
That was a fake universe, fake family, fake Carl.
But Tom can still see it in front of his eyes, even now, and so he holds on because he needs to be reminded ever once in a while. He is not alone.
Crack, 1 (Nita Callahan)
Nita picked up the phone.
“Hola, señora Rodríguez..."
“No habla espanol,” Nita said - though she knew plenty of words, she could not in technicality speak Spanish. As the operator scrambled, Nita hung up the phone.
Kit looked up from his Manual. “You could have kept ‘Callahan’,” he said, absently,
Nita grinned. “I don’t feel like wasting energy on telemarketers. There’s enough entropy as is.”
Who would have thought ‘Juanita Rodriguez’ would cause such amusing difficulties?
Horror, 10 (Carl Romeo)
It’s like the silver screen, all those thousands of Saurians milling about below in the dark cavern. But, no, it’s worse, because he can see their stretched and warped shadows dancing on the cavern wall behind him, and he knows that they are hungry and would not hesitate in killing him.
But his help is needed, and he has never been one to run from the call.
For a moment, Carl hears the heavy breathing behind him - in, out, in, out, getting closer.
Carl turns around.
Baby!fic, 5 and 9 (Tom Swale and Sker’ret)
“I thought males of your species couldn’t reproduce,” the Rirhait said, seeing the young, pink creature that Tom Swale, Regional Senior, was holding. If he was correct, this was a baby of the species, though it had hardly any of the follicle-growing hair.
Tom laughed. “Not mine,” he said, with amusement. “I’m watching her for a friend of mine, while she’s out on Errantry.”
Sker’ret seemed fascinated. “Only one in a brood. On Rirhath, it’s unheard of.”
“We humans are weird that way,” Tom said, holding the sleeping grub. “What can I do for you?”
Dark, 2 and 8 (Kit Rodriguez and Filif)
The world is crashing about them, and Kit feels so cold. Hotel to hotel, planet to planet, they’ve been on the run from a vengeful avatar of the Lone Power for so long.
But if there’s one thing he’s learned, it’s that you can’t run from the Lone Power for long. You can hide, you can fight, you can jump planet after planet and galaxy after galaxy, and there is not one place left untouched. And wherever they have run, they have brought death with them.
And now he’s brought it to a friend, a fellow wizard.
“I will fight him, so you can do what needs doing,” Filif had promised, but the strange sheen in his eye-berries had said so clearly, ‘I don’t want to die’.
Kit thought that he would save the Demisiv if he could, but he can’t, and so he looks back as the flame roars up smoky and hot and hungry.
He wrenches his eyes away from that inferno, and flees.
Romance, 4 and 7 (Carmela Rodriguez and Roshaun ke Nelaid)
He does not give her flowers and chocolates and gifts, as per the customs of her planet. He is not a Terran, and his own courting customs are perfectly adequate.
“Learn something about our culture,” Dairine Callahan says with a bite in her voice, but Carmela does not seem to care when he makes clear his interest in her possessions.
“They are things of yours that I find attractive,” he explains to her. “If a lady on Wellakh found such actions suitable, she would continue to wear such things to project her interest. In that way, the lady keeps her independence in the choosing of material objects.”
Carmela laughs, thanks him for ‘not subjecting her to his gaudy fashion’, and smiles smugly.
He eventually learns that Carmela likes presents, and - after listening to her complain about her brother’s tampering with her laser dissociator - purchases the most sophisticated in portable all-purpose weaponry he can find.
When she opens it for the Terran festival called ‘Christmas’, Carmela is ecstatic. She kisses him for a long time, in front of everybody.
It is not a Wellakhit custom to touch mouths in public, but it is warm and sweet and Roshaun finds he likes it.
Deathfic, 2 and 3 (Kit Rodriguez and Dairine Callahan)
“NITA!”
He cannot feel the familiar touch of her mind anymore, cannot find the connection. He’s felt death before, he’s lost, but not like this, never like this.
A strong grip catches his arm, and Kit turns around to see Dairine. “You can’t do anything for her!” she yells at him, and Kit would think her callous except for the fact that she is crying too and looks as shocked as though a hole was just punched into her chest.
“But she’s-she-“
“She did what she had to do!” Dairine snaps, and her voice is brittle. “She was following her Oath.”
All the Oaths, all the duty, all the rhetoric in the world does not seem to help. He lost Ponch, he lost Betty Callahan, he lost Fred, he has lost many friends in his life. It does not stop the gaping emptiness that threatens to swallow him with new grief.
‘Don’t you even care?!’ Kit wants to scream at Dairine. But he knows that it would be unfair. Especially as Dairine’s gray eyes go hard as flint.
“Let’s make her death mean something,” Dairine says in a low and dangerous voice, reminiscent of the Dairine of a thousand summers ago, striking down the Lone Power on a planet not her own.
Kit nods in agreement.
The Microfic Meme
Write 10 different categories of fic, each in 10 words or less.
Angst:
Death was all around, quietly encroaching, and she could do nothing but watch.
AU:
“Could you expect me to rejoice in the inferiority of your circumstances?” Roshaun hissed.
Crackfic:
Green sky, trees made of dog biscuits, and an inverted house were only the start of it. “Ponch, what did you do?”
Crossover:
“Wait-- why do you keep calling Lucifer ‘the Lone One‘, or whatever?” Dean asked.
“It’s his title,” Kit replied with a shrug. “Obviously.”
First Time: .
“Are we sure? I mean, there are some basic physiological issues…”
Roshaun kissed her, and Dairine - for once - decided not to argue.
Fluff:
Nita curled her fingers together with Kit’s, and smiled warmly.
Humor:
It was like the setup to a terrible joke - “three aliens go to the prom…”
H/C:
The Lone One smiled at the Champion. “I will make you beg for this,” It said.
Smut:
Carl’s fingers work at Tom’s buttons frantically, but he is sloppy, distracted as he is by the kissing.
UST:
Sometimes when on Errantry, wizards are required to make personal space allowances. Kit was finding this rather hard to remember, as a sleeping Nita breathed softly across his cheek.
I can apparently only write one type of AU, and that is Pride&Prejudice verse. For more on that, uhh... universe (such as it is), go here. Hahahaha, suuuch craaack.