[writing] in progress
(Captain Tightpants is on my tv right now -- oh! Drive! I will probably give that a try.)
(TMNT trailer! I haven't seen this one. I can't wait! NINJA TURTLES!)
Instead of actually writing, I'm going to post some excerpts from my works in progress files.
+ "Untitled", Lilo & Stitch/Buffy, Buffy/Nani
“You know, you’d think vampires wouldn’t be such a shock,” Nani said. “What with the whole ‘I live with aliens’ thing. You’d be wrong, obviously, but still.”
“I knew it!” Lilo had vampire dust in her hair, but she was almost glowing with her excitement. “I knew there were monsters, vampires and werewolves and ghosts.” She stopped and turned to the little blonde woman. “There are werewolves and ghosts, right?”
“Right.” The woman stuck a wooden stake into her jacket and wiped dirt off her pants. “Every time I buy new clothes this happens. All I wanted was a nice, quiet vacation in paradise, but did I get it? No. What do I get? More freaking vampires. There’s no hell mouth here, I checked, so why are there so many? Are they tourists? Can vampires be tourists?”
“Hey.” Nani smoothed her hair out of her face. “Thanks, by the way. Can we get you breakfast? You know, because you save our lives?”
“Breakfast?” She shrugged. “Sure. I get pretty hungry after slaying.”
“What’s your name?” Lilo asked. She stared up at her like she was some giant voodoo doll come to life and Nani felt fear. The last thing she needed was Lilo trying to convince the woman all her little friends were miniature vampires or something.
+ "The Girl, The Wolf, and The Badass Woodcutter" (working title), Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel, Dawn/Faith/Nina
Once upon a time the little girl (that wasn’t) had a faithful woodcutter to save her. Except the faithful woodcutter wasn’t really a woodcutter (just like the little girl wasn’t a little girl), though she could carve a good stake, and she wasn’t so much faithful as full of Faith, or that’s the way she presented, full of herself, cocky and angry and just a (whole lot plus a) little (more) wild.
She had a hard look to her, a frown in the corners of her eyes, the crease of her forehead, even when she smiled, which wasn’t a whole lot, like she’d spent too much time in a hard place (what was an entire life, too much time?) or a dark place where she had to squint all the time just to see vague shapes.
If she ever rode to the rescue (she would say she never did, and never would, but plenty of others should disagree, even if they won’t), she’d be more likely to show up on a silver black phantom bike than a white charger as her trusty steed.
Once upon a time the little girl (or giant ball of energy trapped in a flesh form, take your pick) had a faithful woodcutter (who really only woodcut on a small level) to save her from the big bad wolf.
+ "Love (Five Times The Fun)" (working title), Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Willow/Oz (Willow/Tara, Willow/Kennedy)
Willow loved exactly five people before she left Sunnydale behind (or rather, left the gaping hole of it, and good riddance, really). Just enough to count on the fingers of one hand, and not counting the people she was forced to love, either because they were family or because a group of monks had inserted her into everyone’s memories and made them love her so they would protect her.
Not that Willow was bitter about having her memories, her mind, her whole life, maybe, manipulated. Nothing like that.
It was just that love didn’t count when it wasn’t given willingly, so Dawn didn’t count.
One - Xander, of course. The first-no, her first, love, that is. Not some terrible evil bent on destroying them and the whole world. She loved him so much and for so long she didn’t know how to not love him anymore. She would never stop.
She just didn’t want him, not like that. Not after Cordelia, and the clothes fluke, and breaking other people’s hearts, and having her heart broken in return.
Two - Buffy. Not like that, though Willow could admit her best friend was hot, and sexy as hell, and so strong, so bright it hurt to look at her, even without magic in her eyes. She just loved Buffy, flaws and all, even when she gave too many speeches or disappeared for months or started acting a little crazy.
For awhile, Buffy was like her sun, the body which she and Xander revolved around, which was pretty funny, actually, because being friends with Buffy meant a lot more time spent in the (literal) dark.
Three - Giles.
Four - Oz.
Five - Tara. Buffy might have been Willow’s sun, the center of her universe, but Tara was her universe, all the planets, the stars, the everything beyond the edge - Tara was her everything, period, the end, the curtain came down and the fat lady sang.
There was nothing more to say about that.
+ "Untitled", Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Harry Potter/X-Men Movieverse, Oz/Bill/Gambit
Oz knows weird.
After all, three nights a month he’s a wolf-creature, unnatural. He always knows where the moon is in the sky, when it will rise, when he’s safe and it sets, even on the nights it’s black and almost invisible.
(He remembers the smell of magic, the taste on his tongue. Willow was sugar candy floss and a honey glaze, too sweet but he always wanted more. He thinks this man, this Bill who has magic on every finger, wouldn’t taste sweet at all.)
Magic with a wand, that’s a little different, but one spell’s just like another, at the base, after all the layers of words and incense are stripped away. It’s familiar, makes him a little homesick even, but he doesn’t have a home anymore, just a big, rocky crater.
He doesn’t even have the back of his van, he left it back in the States years ago. He circled the world to try to forget about everything wrong with him, the monster inside, the way he turned Willow into a lesbian, the way he doesn’t have a band anymore.
+ "ice, invisible on the skin", X-Men Movieverse, Kitty/Rogue, Bobby
Curvy and beautiful and Rogue felt like a guy because damn, she had never been so grateful Bobby's ice made the air cold, too, and Kitty's breasts looked even better when her nipples started poking against her bikini top.
There needed to be snow every day, and Kitty in no clothes, and Rogue would warm her right up.
If asked, Rogue would say she wasn't gay, and that would be the end of it. It wasn't even a lie, precisely,
+ "murder most sleek" (working title), X-Men Movieverse, Rogue/Gambit
It was just like sleep.
Red-black eyes hidden beneath thin lids. Face relaxed, slack, more empty than any night, but she ignores that part.
It’s easy to ignore when he’s in her head, twining through her thoughts, calling her chere and making her blush at the innuendos.
She pokes the back of his hand with the tip of her nail, but it’s not the same, the way she can touch him in her mind, touch everyone, one and another and another.
He’s sprawled across her legs, holding her in place, heavier now than when he moved above her, touched her so light, each brush of his hand almost intangible through her clothes.
That's not as many as I thought I'd find. I know I have more elsewhere, but those are the ones I've worked on recently. Rereading them, I find them fun, and need to get back to work.
First, femslash 07 and Remix/Redux, though. Of course, neither are excerpted here.
(TMNT trailer! I haven't seen this one. I can't wait! NINJA TURTLES!)
Instead of actually writing, I'm going to post some excerpts from my works in progress files.
+ "Untitled", Lilo & Stitch/Buffy, Buffy/Nani
“You know, you’d think vampires wouldn’t be such a shock,” Nani said. “What with the whole ‘I live with aliens’ thing. You’d be wrong, obviously, but still.”
“I knew it!” Lilo had vampire dust in her hair, but she was almost glowing with her excitement. “I knew there were monsters, vampires and werewolves and ghosts.” She stopped and turned to the little blonde woman. “There are werewolves and ghosts, right?”
“Right.” The woman stuck a wooden stake into her jacket and wiped dirt off her pants. “Every time I buy new clothes this happens. All I wanted was a nice, quiet vacation in paradise, but did I get it? No. What do I get? More freaking vampires. There’s no hell mouth here, I checked, so why are there so many? Are they tourists? Can vampires be tourists?”
“Hey.” Nani smoothed her hair out of her face. “Thanks, by the way. Can we get you breakfast? You know, because you save our lives?”
“Breakfast?” She shrugged. “Sure. I get pretty hungry after slaying.”
“What’s your name?” Lilo asked. She stared up at her like she was some giant voodoo doll come to life and Nani felt fear. The last thing she needed was Lilo trying to convince the woman all her little friends were miniature vampires or something.
+ "The Girl, The Wolf, and The Badass Woodcutter" (working title), Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel, Dawn/Faith/Nina
Once upon a time the little girl (that wasn’t) had a faithful woodcutter to save her. Except the faithful woodcutter wasn’t really a woodcutter (just like the little girl wasn’t a little girl), though she could carve a good stake, and she wasn’t so much faithful as full of Faith, or that’s the way she presented, full of herself, cocky and angry and just a (whole lot plus a) little (more) wild.
She had a hard look to her, a frown in the corners of her eyes, the crease of her forehead, even when she smiled, which wasn’t a whole lot, like she’d spent too much time in a hard place (what was an entire life, too much time?) or a dark place where she had to squint all the time just to see vague shapes.
If she ever rode to the rescue (she would say she never did, and never would, but plenty of others should disagree, even if they won’t), she’d be more likely to show up on a silver black phantom bike than a white charger as her trusty steed.
Once upon a time the little girl (or giant ball of energy trapped in a flesh form, take your pick) had a faithful woodcutter (who really only woodcut on a small level) to save her from the big bad wolf.
+ "Love (Five Times The Fun)" (working title), Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Willow/Oz (Willow/Tara, Willow/Kennedy)
Willow loved exactly five people before she left Sunnydale behind (or rather, left the gaping hole of it, and good riddance, really). Just enough to count on the fingers of one hand, and not counting the people she was forced to love, either because they were family or because a group of monks had inserted her into everyone’s memories and made them love her so they would protect her.
Not that Willow was bitter about having her memories, her mind, her whole life, maybe, manipulated. Nothing like that.
It was just that love didn’t count when it wasn’t given willingly, so Dawn didn’t count.
One - Xander, of course. The first-no, her first, love, that is. Not some terrible evil bent on destroying them and the whole world. She loved him so much and for so long she didn’t know how to not love him anymore. She would never stop.
She just didn’t want him, not like that. Not after Cordelia, and the clothes fluke, and breaking other people’s hearts, and having her heart broken in return.
Two - Buffy. Not like that, though Willow could admit her best friend was hot, and sexy as hell, and so strong, so bright it hurt to look at her, even without magic in her eyes. She just loved Buffy, flaws and all, even when she gave too many speeches or disappeared for months or started acting a little crazy.
For awhile, Buffy was like her sun, the body which she and Xander revolved around, which was pretty funny, actually, because being friends with Buffy meant a lot more time spent in the (literal) dark.
Three - Giles.
Four - Oz.
Five - Tara. Buffy might have been Willow’s sun, the center of her universe, but Tara was her universe, all the planets, the stars, the everything beyond the edge - Tara was her everything, period, the end, the curtain came down and the fat lady sang.
There was nothing more to say about that.
+ "Untitled", Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Harry Potter/X-Men Movieverse, Oz/Bill/Gambit
Oz knows weird.
After all, three nights a month he’s a wolf-creature, unnatural. He always knows where the moon is in the sky, when it will rise, when he’s safe and it sets, even on the nights it’s black and almost invisible.
(He remembers the smell of magic, the taste on his tongue. Willow was sugar candy floss and a honey glaze, too sweet but he always wanted more. He thinks this man, this Bill who has magic on every finger, wouldn’t taste sweet at all.)
Magic with a wand, that’s a little different, but one spell’s just like another, at the base, after all the layers of words and incense are stripped away. It’s familiar, makes him a little homesick even, but he doesn’t have a home anymore, just a big, rocky crater.
He doesn’t even have the back of his van, he left it back in the States years ago. He circled the world to try to forget about everything wrong with him, the monster inside, the way he turned Willow into a lesbian, the way he doesn’t have a band anymore.
+ "ice, invisible on the skin", X-Men Movieverse, Kitty/Rogue, Bobby
Curvy and beautiful and Rogue felt like a guy because damn, she had never been so grateful Bobby's ice made the air cold, too, and Kitty's breasts looked even better when her nipples started poking against her bikini top.
There needed to be snow every day, and Kitty in no clothes, and Rogue would warm her right up.
If asked, Rogue would say she wasn't gay, and that would be the end of it. It wasn't even a lie, precisely,
+ "murder most sleek" (working title), X-Men Movieverse, Rogue/Gambit
It was just like sleep.
Red-black eyes hidden beneath thin lids. Face relaxed, slack, more empty than any night, but she ignores that part.
It’s easy to ignore when he’s in her head, twining through her thoughts, calling her chere and making her blush at the innuendos.
She pokes the back of his hand with the tip of her nail, but it’s not the same, the way she can touch him in her mind, touch everyone, one and another and another.
He’s sprawled across her legs, holding her in place, heavier now than when he moved above her, touched her so light, each brush of his hand almost intangible through her clothes.
That's not as many as I thought I'd find. I know I have more elsewhere, but those are the ones I've worked on recently. Rereading them, I find them fun, and need to get back to work.
First, femslash 07 and Remix/Redux, though. Of course, neither are excerpted here.