Friday, November 03, 2006

Supernatural PG; Gen

Title: Denial
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean-centric
Summary: Dean's thoughts at the end of No exit.
Rating: PG for language.
Disclaimer: Not mine. I'm only playing with them in my head for a bit.

Dean stood there as she walked away. He could stop her, but what good would that do? The sins of the father always seemed to come back to bite their son's in the ass. At least, that is what happened in this case. For a split second there he hadn't believed. No way in hell would their father fuck something up and cost another man his life. Jo wouldn't just say that though. She had to hear it from Ellen, and Jo's mom didn't seem the type to make shit up. Maybe she got it wrong though? Maybe it was the anger talking. Maybe ... Dean sighed, raking his fingers through his hair as he glanced out over at his brother. "Let's get out of here." Sam started to ask him what happened, but Dean just shook his head and got behind the wheel of the Impala. "Later okay? I'll tell you later," he mumbled as he drove away from the Roadhouse.
Saturday, October 28, 2006

Dark Angel - PG - Max/Alec

Title: Faint
Author: Eroticisms
Archive: Here and here. Elsewhere by permission only.
Fandom: Dark Angel
Pairing: Max/Alec
Summary: What is left once the hate fades away?
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine. I'm only playing with them in my head for a bit.

Max hated him. Hated everything about him from that first moment he walked into her cell stating ever so calmly as he took his shift off that he was her breeding partner. She stared at his bare chest for a moment, and if she had been in heat all bets would have been off because ... damn boy be fine. She hadn't been in heat though, and she hated him. He got on her nerves just by being in her cell. He got on her nerves just by existing. He got on her nerves by having that face.

It only got worse when he escaped with her only so he could make sure Logan died. Then he was his usual smart aleck self once Manticore burned to the ground, and she made it her mission to help the transgenics she could. That one group of kids had been special, and he wanted to bolt. She knew that. They always seemed to meet back up. She had saved his neck giving up the money she needed for the cure so that his head wouldn't explode. She had so many reasons to hate him. Hate single thing about him, but ... oddly as time passed on she really didn't.

He was one of the few like her that could understand. They were the same. Made the same. They even thought the same sometimes. She still had moments where she wanted to wring his neck, but sometimes she found herself searching him out. She had told him about Ben, and that had been some kind of turning point in their relationship. If you could really call what they had a relationship. It was like/hate at best. He knew it too. He knew how she felt, but he didn't stop. He didn't step back. He didn't give her the room needed to hate him. He was always there.

Once they took over Terminal City, it only got worse. He was by her side. He had become some sort of co-leader. People looked up to the both of them. Logan was around, but the virus was beginning to wear on their currently non-existent relationship. Sometimes she caught Alec looking at her like Logan used to, like Logan still did. He still wasn't over her. He probably never would be. He wouldn't give up. There had to be someway to cure him, so they could be together. With each day that passed though, she began to even hate Logan. He would never give up, and with each passing day she did.

It had just happened. She needed touch. She needed his touch, and that was the one thing she couldn't have. Max knew it wasn't her fault, but she even hated herself for it. Renfro had used her to get to him after all. If she hadn't escaped that night and exposed Manticore for the hell it was, things would be so different than they were now. She heard footsteps nearing where she sat, but she didn't even bother to look up. Here in Terminal City they were all relatively safe. This was their turf now after all.

"Hey, Max. What you doing out here all alone?" Max couldn't help but recognize the voice. It was Alec. One of the sources of her recent contemplation. She felt him sit down next to her, but she still didn't say anything.

Instead, she sat there in silence for a few more long moments. When she finally spoke, her voice was soft. "You know, I really used to hate you. You were just so damn infuriating. You always had an answer for everything. Always had a comeback ready and waiting. You were more trouble than you were worth, and ... every time I used to look at you, I used to see Ben. You have everything he had. The same looks." She turned her head, her eyes meeting his for a moment before she glanced down at the ground between them. "The same eyes. You're nothing like him though. That is what made it easier to deal with you."

The man sitting next her sat there silent. He was wondering where this was all coming from. The feelings she spoke about had been certainly mutual in the beginning. She had been the one that led to Manticore burning to the ground, even if it was Renfro that gave the orders. He'd had a pretty good thing going back then, but Alec knew he had an even better thing going now. It just took him awhile to realize it. He was pretty used to the life he had at Manticore. Place to sleep, food to eat, work that he sort of enjoyed. What more could a guy really ask for?

He had all of that now though, and he had people that looked to him for the answers. That was something unexpected. He was the one always following the orders, but now it was him giving them. They just weren't exactly orders because they were all in this together. Terminal City was their new home. Not a bad place if you asked him. There was only one problem. The one he wanted looking to him wasn't. He didn't want Max to look at him like a leader. He wanted her to look at him like he had seen her look at Logan. He hadn't been seeing her look at him like that in awhile though. Not since that night she had told him about Ben.

Something had changed that night between them. He finally got to see past the armor and tough girl exterior she held everyone back with. Underneath it all, she was just a scared girl. She'd kill him if he ever said that to her, but underneath all of them were some scared kid. Even him. Of course, he'd kill himself before he would ever admit that to anyone, but it was true. Either way he would end up dead. What was the point?

Alec shrugged his shoulders a little. He wasn't sure where Max was even going with her words, but he could play along. "Yeah, well I hated you too. You were behind Manticore going up. Back then that was home. Fucked up as it was, it was still mine you know?"

Max bit her lip a little, nodding her head slowly. "Yeah, I know. I didn't get that at first, but now I do." She sighed, glancing up at him again. "I haven't hated you in a long time. In fact, sometimes I..." She what? She wasn't even sure. She knew in recent months she had started to feel differently about him, but she didn't know what that meant. He wasn't like Logan. He was almost the exact opposite of him in fact. "Forget it."

Max moved to get up, but Alec wouldn't just forget it. For a moment there as she sat there looking at him, she had seen something flash in her eyes. For one split second, she had looked at him like she had looked at Logan all those months. Maybe he was seeing things. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but if he were right then he wouldn't just forget it.

He pushed himself up from the ground, grabbing her arm before she was too far away. He turned her back around to face him, just looking at her. That same look was in her eyes, and there was no mistaking it this time. He pulled her closer, her body flush against his. He saw the look change as she became confused, but he didn't allow her to think long before he lowered his head, his mouth covering hers. He heard her startled gasp, but she kissed him back. Her arms slid around his neck, and she kissed him like he had always wanted her to. The kiss only ended when they both needed air. He opened his eyes, and hers were still closed. He reached up, his hand pushing a piece of hair that had fallen down onto her face to behind her ear. "I haven't hated you in a long time either. Sometimes I ... I would see you look at him, and I would just wish you would look at me like that. Just once, and tonight you did."

Max laughed a little, shaking her head. "Don't you dare get sappy on me, Alec. In fact, just shut up and kiss me again." She wasn't sure what any of this meant. She never thought he would feel this way. She never thought she would feel this way. She really didn't know how she felt, but she knew if he kept kissing her like that she wouldn't have to worry about how she felt, she would just know.

Alec laughed himself for a moment. "Yes, ma'am," he whispered just before he kissed her again.
Sunday, July 09, 2006

Grey's Anatomy Drabble PG

Title: Pressure
Author: Eroticisms
Archive:Here and here. Elsewhere by permission only.
Summary: Meredith is under pressure - Grey's Anatomy Drabble
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine. I'm only playing with them in my head for a bit.

You want to talk about pressure? Here she just had probably the best make-up sex she'd ever had in her entire life, and now she had to choose. Well, there wasn't really a choice. McDreamy vs. McVet. Thing is there was a choice. Derek had gone back to Addision, and she'd moved on. Well, tried to move on anyway. For a few moments there, she had almost forgotten about McVet. That should tell her the choice right there. She closed her eyes, took a breath, and walked towards the man she loved.
Saturday, June 03, 2006

X-men Fan Fiction PG

Just had this idea come to me earlier when I was reading another story. I hated what happened to Scott in the movie. What if it happened differently? First time in the X-men fandom. I haven't read the comics, only watched the cartoons back in the day and watched all three movies.

Title: Good as Dead
Author: Eroticisms
Archive: Here and here. Elsewhere by permission only.
Note: X3 Spoilers!, Scott, Scott/Jean
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine. I'm only playing with them in my head for a bit.

Scott wasn't sure how it happened. The last thing he remembered was seeing Jean walking towards him. They kissed, or at least he thought they had, and the rest that followed was just a blur. His glasses were gone, so he had to make his way blind to the bike. He'd always had a back-up set in case something happened, and he somehow managed to pull those out and slip them on. Not sure on how long he'd been out there, he wasn't sure where Jean was. He just knew he could no longer sense here there. Her voice in his head had quieted some, but he'd still get the occasional buzzing whisper.

The first place he thought to go was the school, but something was wrong there. He felt it the moment he arrived. He found a newspaper lying open on one of the tables, and he saw he had been gone for days. Xavier nowhere in sight. No sign of Ororo or Logan. Rogue gone missing as well. Something kept telling him something was wrong, but he couldn't figure out what. Jean's voice only got louder in his head as he looked through the mansion. The blackbird was even missing, so that meant the rest of the team was gone on some mission.

He wondered if any of them knew about him. He wondered if Jean was with them possibly. If they had found her though, how did they not also find him? So many questions, and there weren't enough answers. This didn't set well with him. He liked having the answers. He liked knowing, but since Jean's death things had been thrown into a whirlwind of doubt and not knowing. She wasn't dead though. Unless all that he did remember was just some sort of dream. Could that even be possible? Seeing her rise from the waters of Alkali Lake. Had he dreamt it all? Was he dreaming even now? For all he knew all of this was a dream, and he was in his bed once again dreaming a twisted reality in which she would return to him.

He'd waited for it. Wanted it, but he never thought it would happen. Only in his dreams had he allowed himself to dream her back to life. She had been his, and the moment the waters of the lake crashed over her, he had been lost. He still didn't understand how Logan could tell him to move on. That still got him. His hand reached up to run tired fingers through hair, but the gentle touch turned violent as he grabbed his head, Jean's voice shouting in his mind, accompanied by pain.

He fell to his knees as her voice went silent. No more whispers. No more Jean. His hand dropped, clutched in a fist. Somehow he knew now she was definitely forever lost. Her voice silent. Their connection broken. He stood there for a long moment before he knew what he had to do. He couldn't stay here, not without her. Whatever, they thought of him now, he'd allow them to think. He was good as dead without her anyway.


On Alcatraz Island, the Wolverine had put an end to the Phoenix, as she fell limp in his arms.
Tuesday, May 30, 2006

M/M Queer as Folk PG -13

Written for a prompt, tears, at slashthedrabble.

Title: If only ...
Author: Eroticisms
Archive: Here and here. Elsewhere by permission only.
Summary: Queer as Folk Season five finale. Brian thinking about all that has happened.
Rating: PG - 13
Disclaimer: Not mine. I'm only playing with them in my head for a bit.

Tears. What the hell was this? Brian Kinney didn't cry. He reached up and wiped just below his eye, and he found the dampness there. He got something in his eye. That was all it was. He sat there for a moment on his bed, looking at the empty loft. All his things were gone. Nothing was left. He was off to New York City, and Lindsay was probably already settling in up there in Canada. Crazy lesbians, running to Canada..

He'd lost his best friend, his son and his lover all in the span of a week, and now he was left with what? There was always Little Mikey. Things were getting better there he supposed. He was still amused over the fact the man had turned into this packaged couple living in the suburbs. Now who saw that coming? He stood up and walked over to the shower, disrobing along the way. He couldn't sit here moping all night. Fuck that. He should go find some guy and forget all about this.

He stopped in front of the mirror, staring at his reflection for a moment. Shaking his head, he mumbled softly, "If only it was that easy."

Trying to make a comeback ...

This blog has been silent for far too long, but there is a reason for it. My muses have been dreadfully uncooperative and silent. I'm hoping to reawaken them. I've made another home base for my work on livejournal. There I hope to find prompts and ideas to set my imagination free. Some of the posts here will be fan fiction in nature or short original fiction drabbles. Longer original works I will write for publication and submit to the appropriate places. Once published here I can't do that. I've been busy this year with my other writings, but with the summer months, I should have a bit more time on my hands. That said, let's hope this works!
Thursday, December 15, 2005

Queer as Folk MM PG

Title: Fixing Him
Ficlet: 200 words
Fandom: Queer as Folk
Setting: Circa early season 2
Disclaimer: They aren't mine. I just like to play with hot slashy boys.

He knew he needed to fix things. Justin was broken, and for some godforsaken reason Justin's mother thought he could fix it. He wished the woman would make up her damned mind. First, she doesn't want him near her son, and now she wants to move him in. Since that night of the prom, he couldn't get those images of Justin laying there helpless and bleeding out of his head. He couldn't help him the night of the bashing. How could even begin to help him now?

He stared at the younger man asleep next to him in bed. Justin shifted, and made a small noise of discontentment. He waited for a moment, wondering if he should comfort the younger man. This was all new to him. He had no idea what the hell he was doing? When Justin settled down again, he let out a sigh of relief, watching for a few more moments before closing his eyes. Everything had changed for him once Justin entered his life. As much as he fought it, the more Justin wormed his way in. He knew he'd figure out what do in time. He always did. He was Brian Kinney after all.
Tuesday, October 11, 2005

MM PG13 - Love in an elevator

The muses haven't been cooperating lately. Here is a brief little something written for a prompt over bunny stew.

Eric pushed the emergency button on the elevator before turning the other man standing just beside him. He had wanted him so long, and he was tired of the wait. He wanted him and he wanted him now. He knew Alex was interested. Something just kept stopping him from acting. Eric knew now that he must take this matter into his own hands.

With a smirk, he pushed the other man up against the side of the elevator before pressing their bodies together from head to toe. Lips met lips, and as if that is all that was needed Alex returned the kiss with just as much fervor as Eric gave him. Eric moaned as he broke the kiss. He wanted so much of this man, but he knew this wasn't the place for it. He stepped back, leaning in for one more kiss before setting the elevator back in motion with the push of a button. "My place. Now."