All my fic: The Sentinel and Smallville
Well, I thought I'd put together a post which has links to all my fic on it.
Most of these are in the archives (852 Prospect, Smallville Slash Archive, or Artifact Storage Room 3) but there are a few which are elsewhere. Mostly AU, all slash, or at least pre-slash, with varying levels of no-sex to lots of kinky sex. Very fluffy--hardly an angsty moment in the bunch.
If you read any of these, remember--one can never have too much feedback! Thanks!
The Sentinel
Breakfast of Heroes
A well received snippet for Sentinel Thursday. Written while eating breakfast at my fave Mexican food restaurant.
Disability
Jim learns to cope before meeting Blair. I love this one, because Jim does learn to cope pretty well, and yet--there's still that destiny thing!
Jim glanced down at the list of suggested "treatments" the doctors had given him. The light in the office seemed to throb in time with his heartbeat, and his stomach threatened to throw up the emptiness inside. "Is that it? Keep a journal and eat organic foods? I'm losing my fucking job here. I can't eat! I can't sleep! And you want me to see some kind of goddamn witchdoctor?
Plan B
A grumpy ex-cop advertises for a person Friday and contemplates B words. Pretty different versions of J & B, but they appeal to my inner kinkster.
Rituals
Blair wants a house. A house fantasy and wedding fic. Sweet as candy. Here's one of my favorite bits:
He had to admit he had his doubts about the whole scenario, too, from the “male life-partner” to letting Sandburg plan the ceremony. Especially when he twigged to the references to the Sentinel thing, which in his opinion shouldn’t be bandied about. But it was pretty fun being the Chief Warrior of the Panthers; and just look at how *happy* his brother was.
Jim was currently swimming back and forth along the pond’s edge, looking for an opening to get to Blair, who was sunning himself, ostentatiously unconcerned. Jim feinted and mock-growled at the Wolf team defenders, egged on by his villagers on the other side of the pond, but his face was shining. The look in his eyes . . . Steven had never seen that look on his brother’s face before, that look of joy. Maybe on Christmas morning when they were very young. And anything-or anyone-that could make Jim look that way was all right in his book.
There's No Such Thing
Snippet, Death Story
Smallville
Standalones
Are You Straight?
A conversation.
Drumheart
Clark and Lex go on a trip to change their destiny. Written for the ClexFest, and my least successful fic, imo. But you might like it!
Eaves Over Metropolis
What can I say? I like the idea of a big man with long hair. A house fantasy. Lots of people like this one, including me.
Four Quarters
Clark loves football. And Lex. Collegefic.
Harveston Hall
Clark gets lucky. With his dorm room.
Junior Enterprise
What Clark does for his business project. Guess!
South Pacific
Clark takes drama. One of my faves
The Bad Boy
Dirty is fun.
The Contract
Just a little business proposition.
The Day I Woke Up Dead
Death fic with a happy ending. Blame it on the dream.
The Foot Fetish series. Lots of sex and kink! Crossover with Batman eventually. One of my favorite series, but it didn't get a lot of feedback--too kinky for some, maybe.
Personal Jesus
#1 Lex likes feet and things get fruity. Slightly sacrilegious songfic.
"Lex," he was interrupted in his perusal by Clark. "Are you staring at my feet?" Clark sounded outraged, but when Lex dared a look, he saw only amusement and, whoa . . . lust, and . . .
Suddenly, Clark turned on his side, propping his elbow up. He reached for a bowl between them which held fruit, and picked up a guava. "Go ahead. Look. You're certainly entitled." Clark continued, after sinking his white teeth deep into the fruit, his voice very low, "I want you to look."
Viva Las Vegas
#2 Clark celebrates his birthday in Las Vegas.
Road Trippin
#3 Lex on a bus?
Lex sucked in his breath as he got a good look at Clark as he turned toward him. Wearing nothing but denim, from his extremely worn and torn jeans to the rather grubby jean jacket over his bare chest, Clark's presence filled the cramped, if sumptuous, interior of the bus like a storm cloud filled the sky. Dropping his pack, Clark's green eyes focused intently on Lex. Suddenly all of Clark, from shaggy black head to dusty boots, was pressed hard and with intent against Lex. Those arms came around to surround him and the shining face and beloved lips pressed against him, murmuring, between kisses, "Lex, hello baby, oh I missed you, ooh, I love you." But after a few endless moments of blissful kissing, he heard Clark wonder aloud, "Nice digs, but who are all these people staring at us, hmm?" Clark lifted his head and noted with amusement the assortment of people gawking with various expressions of lust and envy at them.
And Everything Nice
#4 Fashion, kink, and Bruce
The Figures Series. This one is a WIP for which I probably won't ever get around to finishing the last story. But you never know. Another of my house fantasies. Collegefic, too.
Mindmap
#1 Lex plans Clark's graduation present
Arrow
#2 An interlude
Square
#3 "I can't believe Lex built this whole thing for me."
Meander
#4 Methos has a cameo. Everyone has begged for a sequel to this one. Maybe someday