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harborshoreI wrote today's essay for 14 Valentines on LGBTQ women. Brief TW for a mention of corrective rape (absolutely no description of it) and internalized homophobia.
And on that topic, it's my least favorite holiday tomorrow, but it's Galentine's Day today, and if you want to leave me prompts, I could try writing some ficlets. Because I'd like to show you some love, okay?
Fandoms I can currently write: XMFC, BTVS, DCU (pre-reboot, because I don't know what's going on atm), most things Tamora Pierce has written (or I could post a snippet from the Alex/Thom I'm working on), any book-related fandom you've ever heard me talk about or seen me write in, Leverage, potentially something else I've written in before (but not bandom).
And on that topic, it's my least favorite holiday tomorrow, but it's Galentine's Day today, and if you want to leave me prompts, I could try writing some ficlets. Because I'd like to show you some love, okay?
Fandoms I can currently write: XMFC, BTVS, DCU (pre-reboot, because I don't know what's going on atm), most things Tamora Pierce has written (or I could post a snippet from the Alex/Thom I'm working on), any book-related fandom you've ever heard me talk about or seen me write in, Leverage, potentially something else I've written in before (but not bandom).
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Date: 2012-02-14 12:03 am (UTC)Prompt: something about Parker?
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Date: 2012-02-14 04:17 pm (UTC)Parker still doesn't understand what Hardison means when he talks about the two of them getting "together". He's not talking about dating, not the shallow let's-see-how-long-we-can-make-small-talk-before-sex that she's seen people do. He seems to be talking about something more permanent and long-term, and he never ever makes her answer him, he just tells her that he wants that. "If and when you're ready." But she doesn't know what he wants, so how could she know what she wants?
He nearly dies on a job. It's worse than the one where he got buried alive because at least she could talk to him. This time he gets shot, and Eliot makes sure he doesn't die, and Parker has to stand there being useless.
She hates being useless. She can't even hold his hand to make it better because Eliot tells all of them not to crowd him. And her own hands are shaking too hard to help so Sophie has to do it.
When he wakes up though, she's right there. They've got him back in his own bed and he's healing, she knows that, but he looks really breakable. Parker is good at not breaking things unless she wants to, but she doesn't know what to say to him to make him stay in one piece.
"I don't like it when you do that," she says finally, and he smiles like she said something entirely different.
"I know," he says. "I'm gonna try not to do it again." He uncurls one of his hands, looking a little scared. Parker takes it, because she's learned enough about people and touching from Sophie to know that he wants her to.
"You'd better," she says, and settles in, getting ready to hold his hand for as long as he needs her to. Parker doesn't know what Hardison means when he talks about them, but maybe she's starting to get an idea.
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Date: 2012-02-14 01:02 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-02-14 04:45 pm (UTC)It's also that it used to be so easy. He has an eidetic memory, he can't forget any of it, any of them, least of all Erik and that short, stunning time they had together. He remembers tumbling Erik into bed, holding him down with a hand and a thought and sucking him off while Erik alternatingly laughed and cursed and begged, pulling at his hair. It's never going to be that easy again.
Also, he has plenty of things to occupy his time. So mostly it isn't even a concern. But sometimes, on evenings when the cares of the day haven't exhausted him, he'll take to his bed to try out this new body, these new nerves. It's not as awful as he initially believes. It's even sort of interesting. But he still feels like his body isn't his own. Which he knows will pass, in time, but still resents.
and the charles/erik bit (actually from something i'm writing)
Date: 2012-02-14 04:53 pm (UTC)"Leave, please," he says. "I'm not going to bother asking how you got through our defenses, we'll figure it out in the morning. But please leave."
"Charles," Erik says, and removes the helmet.
"What--" Charles rubs at his forehead, but doesn't read Erik.
"I can't--I want." Erik says haltingly.
"Don't insult me," Charles says, because he can feel the pity and the guilt without even trying to touch Erik's mind. "Whatever you're about to say, just don't."
"I do want you," Erik says. "I won't--I won't apologize, if you don't want me to, but I can't, Charles, please let me--"
And he thinks at Charles then, as clearly as he ever has, please let me touch you. Charles can feel the want, then, underlying both the guilt and the sheer need to apologize.
"It's not the same," Charles says, and then, to clarify, because he's not sure what's happening in this conversation, "I'm not the same."
"I'd want you even if you were, I don't know, made out of spare parts from a car," Erik says, waving a hand.
Charles snorts. "I'd be made entirely of metal then," he says. "I should think you'd want me then."
Erik smiles at that. "Yes, it is a good thought. But please, Charles. I can't sleep without you, I can't think."
"That bodes ill for your attempt at world domination, doesn't it?" Charles says, but he's smiling.
Re: and the charles/erik bit (actually from something i'm writing)
Date: 2012-02-14 05:15 pm (UTC)Re: and the charles/erik bit (actually from something i'm writing)
Date: 2012-02-15 11:39 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-02-14 01:13 am (UTC)i don't know how quiet they are, but.
Date: 2012-02-15 11:47 am (UTC)"Shouldn't you be sleeping, B? Big day tomorrow." Faith's eyes are tired.
"Pot, kettle," Buffy says. "Any more where that came from?"
Faith nods, gesturing at the coffee maker.
"Finally learned to make more than one cup at a time, huh?" Buffy smiles when she says it, because making fun of Faith being alone for so long isn't really what she wants to do right now.
But Faith seems to get it, because she grins a little. "It doesn't matter what you do in this house, there's never any coffee unless you make it in the middle of the night."
"I see, so this was your secret plan, then. Trading sleep for caffeine to fight the First."
"You got me," Faith says, bumping Buffy's elbow.
"For once," Buffy says, nudging Faith right back.
"Better late than never," Faith says. "Wanna stay here and watch the sunrise with me?"
"Yeah," Buffy says. "We can go over the--yeah." It might be the last one, after all. Someone should see it.
Re: i don't know how quiet they are, but.
Date: 2012-02-15 11:55 am (UTC)Re: i don't know how quiet they are, but.
Date: 2012-02-15 01:05 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-02-14 04:42 am (UTC)happy galentine's day (whatever it is) ♥!
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Date: 2012-02-15 11:57 am (UTC)Aly is eight. She knows every trick in the "Workbook for a Young Spy" by heart and her father isn't home this week. This will be easy. Escaping the schoolroom is a simple matter of looking a little tragic and pleading a headache, and getting out of Pirate's Swoop is almost as easy. The woods prove a little trickier to navigate, but she is nothing if not resourceful, and cuts off pieces of her skirt so that she will at least know the way back.
Of course, her father finds her before she can even get to the main road and sneak into a caravan.
"You cheated!" she accuses, because there is no way their servants could have gotten an ordinary message back to him in time and have him reach her this quickly.
"If by cheated you mean using all the resources at my disposal," her father says. There's something in his eyes Aly isn't used to seeing. "I like knowing where you are, Ally-cat, and I'm going to cheat for as long as I can."
"Fine," Aly says, and allows him to pull her up on his horse. She resolves to figure out how he did that; she will find a way to travel.
At seventeen, in the slaver's pen, she wishes for a second she hadn't learned which piece of jewelry her father had put a magical tracker on and left it behind. But then she helps start a revolution, and she's sort of glad she did.
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Date: 2012-02-15 02:09 pm (UTC)(i know it's not her best book, and i know aly is a bit of a mary sue, and she cheats too much, and bla bla whatever I DO NOT CARE BECAUSE SHE IS SO AWESOME. i have A LOT OF FEELINGS).
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Date: 2012-02-15 02:21 pm (UTC)Glad you liked, dearest. <333333
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Date: 2012-02-14 05:10 am (UTC)I would love a hidden moment between Darwin and Alex, pretty pretty please.
♥ to you!
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Date: 2012-02-15 01:19 pm (UTC)"You're staring," Darwin says, finally, smiling a little.
"Sorry, I just." Alex makes a helpless gesture. "You're not dead."
"It's weird," Darwin agrees. "I mean I wasn't ever technically dead, I guess? But I don't exactly want to spend two months floating around in a mist again."
"Well, I promise I won't blast you again, so you should be fine," Alex says, swallowing around a catch in his voice.
Darwin shakes his head and gets up from his seat, walking over to Alex. "You killed Shaw, or Magneto did. He's the one who blasted me." He pokes Alex in the shoulder. "See, totally real."
Alex hugs him before he can even think twice about it, both arms around Darwin's waist and his face against his stomach. "Yeah," he agrees, half-muffled. "Yeah."