Older Fic Masterlist, 2004-2007
Though I've been a fanfic-writing freak since '98, here's everything that happened after the migration of my stories to LiveJournal -- let's say about 2004. I first posted this masterlist on my regular journal, so you can still see it there as well.
Enjoy, and please let me know how you feel about these; I get comments emailed, and feedback is always appreciated. I live to improve!
Firefly
Better than Flying (Mal/River, R, 358 words, for whatever-we-are in serenity-santa)
"Talk to me," she said, curling up in the shirt she'd just removed from him. "Tell me how it feels."
Broken Memories (Mal/River, PG-13, 1000 words, done for the picfor1000 ficathon)
For some reason her door was still open, and she looked out and wondered exactly how bad she would feel if she woke Simon up at this xiong meng de kuang ren hour, and whether that would be worse than the panic she felt now.
Corsair (Mal/Inara, PG-13, 1064 words)
It was the same dance, and no matter how old it got they clung to the steps like lifelines, because if one toe got out of place the music and the rhythm would spin out of control and there would be nothing left of normalcy.
Drifting (Mal/River, PG-13, 2380 words, for malriv-ficathon)
"Shhh," River said. "The stomach is the optimum hit point for serious warfare. Legs cannot be afforded. Arms are needed for weapons. In the stomach you will bleed and hurt but you will not die. Pain is a weakness. A small inconvenience. Death is intolerable."
Enough (Mal/River, R, 1351 words)
Mal doesn't want to cry in front of Zoe, but then he does want to, so he tries, but the tears are dry before they reach his face and he is so numb that he scrapes his face against the jagged edge of the rock to see what is wrong. When there's blood running into his eyes the dream goes black for a moment and River reaches out to grab something before it returns.
First Law (Mal/River, unrated, 125 words)
She smiled, her eyes warm. "Exchanges of heat and work are energy transfers across a system boundary."
Five Drabbles (Mal/River, PG-13ish, 348 words, for whatever-we-are in serenity-santa)
Later, with her fingers on Serenity's controls and the captain she loves to her right, she realizes she is too afraid to read his thoughts.
Good Omens (Mal/River, PG-13, 3508 words, for the shinyhearts ficathon)
"Might not be too wise to be thinkin' on such things at this hour," Mal advised, getting up to come stand behind her. He'd wanted to anchor her, but giving her the hug he'd intended suddenly didn't seem like a very good idea.
Have to Be Here (Mal/River, PG-13, 1467 words, for whatever-we-are in serenity-santa)
A smile twitched at the corner of her mouth. Mal always wondered where she found light enough to give him those little grins, but he didn't wonder too hard. Would take the magic away.
Instructions (Mal/River, PG-13, 806 words)
She had imagined him hard, hot, fast; she had pictured awkwardness and a struggle to keep up with him, a fight not to be forgotten.
Learning to Fly (Mal/River, hard PG-13, 15155 words)
Mal was all at once more afraid than he'd ever been of anything or anyone, but he wanted to dance and laugh and he was pretty gorram sure he wouldn't even need booze to do it. He held her desperately, carefully, as if she might break; his every protective instict ballooned into one when he felt her against him and realized that this was the one serenity he needed to keep forever.
Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII | Part IX | Part X | Part XI
Little Mouse (Mal/River, G to light PG, 791 words)
Mal'd be lying if he didn't say he felt a complete fool for just assuming that a girl so graceful and intuitive wasn't a trained killer.
Metal (Mal/River, PG-13 but should probably be R, 896 words)
River wished he could bring himself to touch her for longer than a minute -- wished Simon would stop throwing the captain daggers with his eyes, and wished the captain wouldn't look down when he did.
Serenity (Mal/River, PG-13, 349 words)
"You love how you stopped just a little bit of it," she told him, touching his lips like she'd never felt them before. "You did something, made a difference. Didn't have to lie back and wait a week for the surrender."
Unholy (Mal/River, PG but should probably be PG-13, 893 words)
Even when the rest of his village compatriots were making faces and kicking the backs of pews, Mal faced forward, held tight to his momma's hand. And if during the hymns, some saw a blush creep across his cheeks as he sang, well, he still sang, and Ma Reynolds told her women that little Malcolm made her prouder than his daddy ever would.
Untitled (Mal/River, unrated, 241 words)
Something in her tone made him look back, and realize she was crying.
Way of the 'Verse (Mal/River or Mal/Inara or Mal/River/Inara depending on which way you look at it, PG, 683 words)
"Mal, I wanted you to own me ..." and River's face was flushed now, in pain as Inara must have been, laid bare and nervous and shivering in front of the one lifeline she couldn't control.
The Lord of the Rings
At Edoras No Longer (Eowyn/Faramir, G, 99 words)
I used to run to the stables of Meduseld and tell the stallions stories as I groomed them, brushing to the tune of a ballad or whispering details of the latest exciting sword manouver I'd learned.
Below the Balcony (Eowyn/Faramir, PG, 1012 words)
Long moments passed until the soldier sighed in sleep, his anxious visage relaxing, and at this his caregivers allowed themselves a smile.
Still Would I Love You (Eowyn/Faramir, PG, 504 words)
I had loved him because I wished to be lifted above all the mean things of the earth. The mean was all I saw.
Crossovers
The Loveliest Dream (Firefly/Kill Bill, Mal/River, R because it is an extreme crackfic of doom, 2167 words)
Doesn't really tell you she's hurtin' 'fore she keens. That comment was a little artistic license on the part of the captain.
Enjoy, and please let me know how you feel about these; I get comments emailed, and feedback is always appreciated. I live to improve!
Firefly
Better than Flying (Mal/River, R, 358 words, for whatever-we-are in serenity-santa)
"Talk to me," she said, curling up in the shirt she'd just removed from him. "Tell me how it feels."
Broken Memories (Mal/River, PG-13, 1000 words, done for the picfor1000 ficathon)
For some reason her door was still open, and she looked out and wondered exactly how bad she would feel if she woke Simon up at this xiong meng de kuang ren hour, and whether that would be worse than the panic she felt now.
Corsair (Mal/Inara, PG-13, 1064 words)
It was the same dance, and no matter how old it got they clung to the steps like lifelines, because if one toe got out of place the music and the rhythm would spin out of control and there would be nothing left of normalcy.
Drifting (Mal/River, PG-13, 2380 words, for malriv-ficathon)
"Shhh," River said. "The stomach is the optimum hit point for serious warfare. Legs cannot be afforded. Arms are needed for weapons. In the stomach you will bleed and hurt but you will not die. Pain is a weakness. A small inconvenience. Death is intolerable."
Enough (Mal/River, R, 1351 words)
Mal doesn't want to cry in front of Zoe, but then he does want to, so he tries, but the tears are dry before they reach his face and he is so numb that he scrapes his face against the jagged edge of the rock to see what is wrong. When there's blood running into his eyes the dream goes black for a moment and River reaches out to grab something before it returns.
First Law (Mal/River, unrated, 125 words)
She smiled, her eyes warm. "Exchanges of heat and work are energy transfers across a system boundary."
Five Drabbles (Mal/River, PG-13ish, 348 words, for whatever-we-are in serenity-santa)
Later, with her fingers on Serenity's controls and the captain she loves to her right, she realizes she is too afraid to read his thoughts.
Good Omens (Mal/River, PG-13, 3508 words, for the shinyhearts ficathon)
"Might not be too wise to be thinkin' on such things at this hour," Mal advised, getting up to come stand behind her. He'd wanted to anchor her, but giving her the hug he'd intended suddenly didn't seem like a very good idea.
Have to Be Here (Mal/River, PG-13, 1467 words, for whatever-we-are in serenity-santa)
A smile twitched at the corner of her mouth. Mal always wondered where she found light enough to give him those little grins, but he didn't wonder too hard. Would take the magic away.
Instructions (Mal/River, PG-13, 806 words)
She had imagined him hard, hot, fast; she had pictured awkwardness and a struggle to keep up with him, a fight not to be forgotten.
Learning to Fly (Mal/River, hard PG-13, 15155 words)
Mal was all at once more afraid than he'd ever been of anything or anyone, but he wanted to dance and laugh and he was pretty gorram sure he wouldn't even need booze to do it. He held her desperately, carefully, as if she might break; his every protective instict ballooned into one when he felt her against him and realized that this was the one serenity he needed to keep forever.
Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII | Part IX | Part X | Part XI
Little Mouse (Mal/River, G to light PG, 791 words)
Mal'd be lying if he didn't say he felt a complete fool for just assuming that a girl so graceful and intuitive wasn't a trained killer.
Metal (Mal/River, PG-13 but should probably be R, 896 words)
River wished he could bring himself to touch her for longer than a minute -- wished Simon would stop throwing the captain daggers with his eyes, and wished the captain wouldn't look down when he did.
Serenity (Mal/River, PG-13, 349 words)
"You love how you stopped just a little bit of it," she told him, touching his lips like she'd never felt them before. "You did something, made a difference. Didn't have to lie back and wait a week for the surrender."
Unholy (Mal/River, PG but should probably be PG-13, 893 words)
Even when the rest of his village compatriots were making faces and kicking the backs of pews, Mal faced forward, held tight to his momma's hand. And if during the hymns, some saw a blush creep across his cheeks as he sang, well, he still sang, and Ma Reynolds told her women that little Malcolm made her prouder than his daddy ever would.
Untitled (Mal/River, unrated, 241 words)
Something in her tone made him look back, and realize she was crying.
Way of the 'Verse (Mal/River or Mal/Inara or Mal/River/Inara depending on which way you look at it, PG, 683 words)
"Mal, I wanted you to own me ..." and River's face was flushed now, in pain as Inara must have been, laid bare and nervous and shivering in front of the one lifeline she couldn't control.
The Lord of the Rings
At Edoras No Longer (Eowyn/Faramir, G, 99 words)
I used to run to the stables of Meduseld and tell the stallions stories as I groomed them, brushing to the tune of a ballad or whispering details of the latest exciting sword manouver I'd learned.
Below the Balcony (Eowyn/Faramir, PG, 1012 words)
Long moments passed until the soldier sighed in sleep, his anxious visage relaxing, and at this his caregivers allowed themselves a smile.
Still Would I Love You (Eowyn/Faramir, PG, 504 words)
I had loved him because I wished to be lifted above all the mean things of the earth. The mean was all I saw.
Crossovers
The Loveliest Dream (Firefly/Kill Bill, Mal/River, R because it is an extreme crackfic of doom, 2167 words)
Doesn't really tell you she's hurtin' 'fore she keens. That comment was a little artistic license on the part of the captain.