fic meme

[louiselux]

This Easter egg meme appeals to me, mostly because my beloved failed to present me with one today *sobs*.

Never mind-- here's the short version of the meme: comment if you'd like a short ficlet for Easter, any fandom (that I list in my interests), cracktastic crossovers fine, etc. Give me a pairing/character and theme or word. And anyone who remembers that I did this last year and never finished them ohgod sorry, sorry. I promise to do better this time. /sheepish.

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[weyrlady.livejournal.com]

Yay, ficlets! ^^

Firefly, Wash and Zoe fluff.

Actually, you don't list it in your interests, but I know you saw it. What I'm really craving at the moment is the new Dr. Who, Rose and Doctor banter. So if you feel like it... ;-)

Happy Easter!

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

The First Day

The Tardis hummed with the effort of shifting them through the space-time continuum.

'Somehow I thought spaceships would be quieter. Or noisier, or something.'

Rose was beginning to wonder if she should have thought this through a bit more. Loops of cable were strung around the floor and the walls, a small toolbox stood open on the floor and there was an unlikely-looking wooden coat stand in one corner, if you could really call it a corner. One of the central columns of the ship had the sad-looking end of a string of tinsel still stuck to it with yellowing sticky tape. The tube-thing in the centre glowed green and it made her feel a bit queasy to watch it rising and falling. There were no doors, except the one she knew led to the outside. Her mind skittered from wanting to fling the doors open to see exactly what they were travelling through and wanting to climb into her own bed in her own room and pull her familiar-smelling duvet over her head. But she didn't have a duvet anymore, or even a bed, so that wasn't an option. Anyway, she had a more pressing problem.

She asked the question she'd been wanting to ask for about an hour now. Well, she thought it had been an hour since they'd set off but she couldn't be sure because her watch had stopped working. Actually, the face had pinged off and the hands were twisted into tiny corkscrews. The Doctor had examined it with some interest, before throwing it into a small wastepaper basked that stood near the door.

'You won't be needing that anymore,' he'd said.

Please shut up, she thought, but the Doctor seemed as excited as a teenager and was explaining about space and time in a way that made her head ache.

'Doctor, is there, uh... I need to go to the ladies.'

The Doctor looked at her wide-eyed, then span round in a pantomime of searching. 'Ladies? Where? I don’t see any. Hellooo.'

'No,' she snapped. 'You now, the loo.' Blank. 'The bog.' Still blank. Rose began to wonder about the Doctor's anatomy, and then stopped herself. 'The toi-let,' she said slowly. 'I need to go.'

'Oh. Oh, I see. No, there isn’t one of those.'

'What?'

The Doctor gazed at her, eyebrows raised and smiling in that way he had that made him look completely insane. Rose wondered if he knew it made him look like that.

'You'll have to wait until we get to the next planet. And until after we've saved the world there too.'

'No!'

'Hahahaha! Only joking. Come on, I'll show you around. Should've done it before, I suppose. You've got your own room, and somewhere I'm pretty sure there's a kitchen, but don't expect me to cook because I only do curry and I've been told it can melt a Dalek at 40 paces, so it'd certainly kill you off…'

'What's a Dalek?'

'Never mind. I got some food that I think humans can digest.'

Rose grinned. Bedroom, bathroom, kitchen. Silly things to worry about when you were floating through infinity in something that only looked like a 1950s police box. She thought about Mickey and they way he'd clung to her, how heavy his arms had been, pulling her down. She'd left him behind to travel the universe. Unimaginable. Wonderful. Her footsteps seemed lighter in here and she wondered if it was something to do with gravity, or just with feeling so suddenly, blinding happy. She let out a pleased sigh, even though the Doctor was doing that smile again.

'This way and keep close-- the Tardis likes to think it's a maze sometimes. Just for fun, you know.'

'Has anyone ever told you you look like a crazy person when you smile like that?'

'Oh, yes. Often.'

She smiled back and followed.

[randomblade.livejournal.com]

oh oh! Jeeves and wooster? I will return the eggy favour, that being the general easter round...

[nightfallrising.livejournal.com]

Oh, seconded! Seconded!

...Of course, if you felt like writing more 58, that'd be good, too...

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Sp-egg-tacular!

One of Jeeves's most noticeable features is that he's a sombre sort of cove. Firm, commanding, a stalwart in a world filled with creatures such as Roderick Spode and aunts with lapdogs. It's a bit of a comedown then to stumble across him in the kitchen, be-aproned, paint brush in one hand, hen's egg in the other, daubing away as if his life depended on it. He twitched a lip, but otherwise maintained utter calm at being caught out. Egg-like, I suppose one could say.

The rest of the flat had been naked of his presence; unusual for a morning when my head throbbed and the ghost of Bingo Little chucking-up behind the sofa shimmered before my eyes. The only shimmering I wanted was Jeeves with his hangover cure, but so far he'd held out.

'They're for the children of the Junior Ganymede Beneficial Fund Easter Egg Hunt and Tea, Sir,' Jeeves said, looking up from his current artwork. A dozen more, already decorated, sat in their trays.

'Very noble, Jeeves,' said I. 'And a fair hand you have. Very steady.'

'Thank you, Sir.'

I leant over to inspect the ovum in question. It bore a ghastly face with large watery blue eyes, a nose in a fetching shade of pink and rather large ears.

'Who's that?'

Jeeves smiled in that special way that can make a man's heart beat faster and can also make him wish he hadn't stayed up far, far into the wee smalls the night before, with increasingly spirited renderings of the popular song, My Little Gypsy Wanda, (won’t you wander back to me).

Professional to a fault, Jeeves had stood bravely by with the whisky and soda, casting a silent fish-like eye on our depravity.

'I do believe it's you, Sir.'

Jeeves prefers to serve his revenge ice cold, on a bed of crushed ice.

The ears were a definite hit below the belt. But possibly well-deserved. The Wooster skull is thick, undoubtedly, but even I could see that Jeeves's egg decorating was but a cry for attention from a wounded heart. Perhaps it was time to give Wanda her marching orders and to turf the still sleeping Bingo out into the grim streets where he belonged.

'I do believe I'll lunch at home today, Jeeves. Then out for a spot of shopping.'

'Very good, Sir.'

The next egg didn’t look anything like me, but did bear a rather hilarious resemblance to Bingo Little, the unfortunate booby.

[gehayi.livejournal.com]

Fennfic! Bracy/Gedge...please?

Oh, and I'm doing this over at my LJ, so if you want me to reciprocate, feel free to ask.

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Sorry about the huge lateness of this. It's really fanfic of fanfic, as I'm really stealing Daegaer's marvellous characterisations. This is set on the way home after the events of Fix Bay'nets (which I’ve actually never read, but bear with me) :-)

*

The boat home was slow and crowded with soldiers of all kinds. They were being shipped home to see their sweethearts and families. The men were in high spirits and the decks rang with shouts of laughter and games.

Gedge enjoyed the novelty of being on water after so many years on dry, dusty land. Sea spray flung itself over the ship's iron bows and sparkled in the morning sun like diamonds. He liked to lean on the rail and watch the water flowing past and to feel the salt caking his skin, where it would come off in white flakes under the scrape of his fingernails. He enjoyed the rolling swell of the waves, but he had to admit it all got dull. Even playing cards with Fred and the others soon lost its appeal.

It wasn't like him to fret and he didn't want the others to see he was miserable, but he could see no end to it. There was no sweetheart waiting for him when they got back to England.

He wondered what Captain Bracy was going to do. Gedge was forever looking up at the officers' deck hoping to catch a glimpse of him. But they'd been onboard for a week, and there was no sign of him. It was silly to feel hurt and he told himself he could expect nothing else. He was nothing to Captain Barcy and that was as things should be.

He’s probably off havin' fun with his pals. Good for him, thought Gedge, but still he kept hanging around waiting, glum faced.

He was at his usual place, leaning on the forward rail, when one day a hand clapped itself on his shoulder and turning he saw Captain Bracy, looking very pale but smiling.

'Sir!' he cried, and couldn't stop the enormous grin that spread across his face. 'You shouldn't be down here, begging your pardon, Sir.'

'How could I not come and say hello, Gedge. You must've thought I'd abandoned you!'

They both laughed then, and in his relief Gedge quite forgot not to stare. There was a little pause while they both hurriedly looked away. Bracy gazed off towards the horizon and Gedge looked at his profile, thinking how straight his nose was and what a handsome curve there was to his shoulders.

'I've been ill, otherwise I would have made sure to see you sooner,' said Bracy, pausing, then said rather quickly, 'Gedge, I wondered if you would still like to keep up your lessons with me? It'll be a long voyage and it may well become dull without activities to keep ourselves stimulated.'

Gedge gazed at him, 'I'd like that very much, Sir,' he gasped and suddenly all his gloominess quite vanished away and the long voyage didn't seem quite long enough anymore. 'When can we start?'

Bracy laughed and laid a hand on his shoulder. 'How about straightaway?'

[tgreywords.livejournal.com]

Sanzo/Hakkai! :D Angst, fluff, deep contemplation, pwp, mega-smut, your choice!

*hugs*

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Hee! Here it is, at last:-)

http://www.livejournal.com/users/louiselux/254976.html

[velocityofsound.livejournal.com]

Oh my God, I am LJ-stalking my own meme. I need a real hobby. So, hello there! Anything you can put together that features Mulder and The West Wing in the same place would be lovely. I'm doing this over on my journal (http://www.livejournal.com/users/velocityofsound/11117.html), so if you would like a drabble in return I will see what I can do! (We have a couple of fandoms in common, and I'll gladly write slash.)

[yonmei.livejournal.com]

oooooh...

Hawkeye/Mulcahy, in Jed Bartlett's White House, theme: Easter.

*evil giggle*

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

'Tis done.

I hope this is okay-- I haven't watched either show for an age, although I know that Alan Alda appeared in the West Wing. This fic completely ignores that fact, mostly because I never saw that episode;-)

[cimness.livejournal.com]

crowley/aziraphale, but if someone else asks for the same i don't demand an extra or anything. oh dear. a word? do i have to give you a word? okay, uh, ... company dinner.

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

It's done!

http://www.livejournal.com/users/louiselux/255284.html

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Oooooh. :D

Um. Something about Aziraphale and the easter bunny, please!

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Lateness! Sorry:-) Here's a rather silly drabble:

*

Aziraphale looked up guiltily and tried to wipe the chocolate of his face, but his whiskers got in the way.

'What are you doing?' Crowley said. 'Have you finally gone mad?'

'I'm the Easter Bunny,' Aziraphale said, once he'd managed to swallow his mouthful, which was made more difficult by his large front teeth.

'You know you can hire those costumes,' Crowley went on, looking concerned, 'right?'

'It's cheaper to do it this way.'

'And this sudden economy drive accounts for the,' Crowley counted, 'seven extra large Belgian chocolate Easter eggs I can see here?'

'Um. They were on special offer.'

[enigel]

Crowley and Captain Sparrow, gold; preferably light-hearted ;-)

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Tis here! Sorry it took a while:-)

[jamjar.livejournal.com]

Samurai Champloo, only one blanket.

Or failing that, Death Note/Good Omens, bookshops

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Cold Comfort

'You must've dropped it. How careless,' said Jin

'Careless! You bastard. I'm going to freeze tonight.'

The blanket wasn't anywhere, not in Jin's pack, or on the road and he'd gone back half a mile in the snow to look. Ice crystals gusted in under the rough-cut plank of wood that could only be loosely called a door and their small fire danced wildly, sending orange shadows flickering. The stable smelled of smoke, frozen water, hay and horse shit.

Fuu rolled tighter into her own blanket and tucked it up around her head. 'Don't think you're sharing with me,' came her voice, muffled. 'Jin, don’t be mean,' she added, then turned over. 'Sleep tight.'

Jin didn't look at him or say anything, but took off his spectacles, tucked them into his pack, and pulled his blanket up to his chin and closed his eyes.

'Aww, man,' Mugen muttered, after a few minutes. He put his feet near the fire and stared at it. 'I didn't want to share with you anyway. You'd probably want to touch my ass anyway … '

'You think a lot of yourself. It's not that tempting.'

Jin was holding up a corner of his blanket, his eyes as dark and unreadable as ever. 'Come here,' he said.

'Huh.' It was as warm as he was ever going to get tonight, so he crawled across and got under. There was straw underneath them and, after a few minutes, Jin's solid warmth began to seep into him. That was better. There was something good about being so near to someone else and just sleeping, safe in the warmth and comfort. Jin grew heavy against his side, pressing against him a little more as his breathing slowed.

'Don’t snore,' murmured Jin, sounding on the edge of sleep, his voice soft and very close to Mugen's ear. Even his breath was warm. 'Or I'll have to kill you.'

'Let's just sleep for now,' said Mugen, around a yawn. 'You can kill me in the morning.'

[daegaer.livejournal.com]

Goku&Aziraphale, with creamcakes!

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Sweetness

A man came to Chang'An one day, to visit the temple, he said, as part of his pilgrimage. He had a round white face and looked like he didn’t get enough exercise.

Sanzo had looked at him through narrowed eyes, untrusting and rude. He'd blown smoke in his face and the man had smiled politely, although it had dropped off his face quick enough when Sanzo stalked off.

'Who is he, Sanzo?' he'd asked, alight with curiosity.

'Just someone. Stay away from him. I don't trust him at all,' Sanzo had snapped.

Goku ignored this advice as discreetly as he was able and eventually found him next morning; he was sitting on the edge of a stone fountain in the temple gardens, eating something.

'Hello,' Goku said, on his best behaviour, because even if Sanzo said not to trust him, there was food involved and that changed everything. 'What are you eating? Is it a cake?'

The man started guiltily and put it down. 'Oh. Um, yes.' He smiled. 'The cooks here are very generous-- they made these for me. Would you like one? I'm being awfully greedy, I'm afraid, taking them all for myself.'

'Yes, please!' The cake, sweet, sticky and filled with cream, was half gone before Goku managed to take a breath and thank him.

'Son Goku,' said the man, suddenly.

Goku looked up. 'You know my name?'

'I was hoping I might have the chance to see you, Goku,' said the man.

Up close he had nice eyes, soft and gentle-looking but with something else too. His smile was brilliant and wide. Goku wondered what Sanzo saw when he looked at him that made him scowl so much.

'Are you staying here long?' he asked, taking another offered cake. 'We could be friends and I can show you all the best places to eat!'

'No. I don't think Sanzo-sama quite approves of me, the silly thing. Still, it can't be helped. I just wanted to see you, dear boy.'

The man put his hand on Goku's head, fingers brushing over his limiter. Goku felt it-- it sent a shiver over his skin.

'Do you know what this is for?' the man asked.

'Well,' Goku felt self-conscious. Sanzo never mentioned it. Goku dimly remembered it coming off once and that he'd broken a lot of things and afterwards Sanzo had been angry, his face pale and pinched and his hands shaking. 'Not really.'

The man's face sagged a little and his smile had faded. 'Someone needs to have a word with that young man,' he said, as if to himself. 'I'm not really looking forward to it.'

The wind rustled through the trees and the water in the stone fountain chuckled to itself, its voice like that of a woman, far away and gently amused.

[aramuin.livejournal.com]

Sanzo/Goku discussing the distribution of chocolate eggs.

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Egg HUnt

'How old are you?'

'You know how old I am! Five hundred and twenty five last month. Sanzo-- give me some of those eggs!'

'No. The older you get the less you're supposed to like sweet things. I'm having them.'

They were sitting on Sanzo's bed, six chocolate eggs in gaudy paper lying between them

'Sanzo, that's not fair! Or even true. Anyway, you’re even older than me, so you shouldn’t want them either.'

Goku was far better at spotting the flaws in Sanzo's arguments recently, annoyingly, although it was a weak argument to begin with, he admitted. They shared a room these days and Goku watched him with careful, steadfast eyes. Sanzo didn't entirely like it, but he didn’t entirely hate it either, which was surprising.

'Whose are they, monkey? Who paid for them?'

'Well. Okay. You did. No, the Sanbutsushin! See, they’re not even yours, because you didn't pay for them either.'

'Stupid!' Sanzo said. 'I get a salary from the temple. How do you think it's paid?'

He waved the gold card in Goku's face.

'Oh. But Sanzo, the chocolate!'

The last word came out as something very like a wail and Sanzo had to bite his lip to stop the grin. The urge to bash Goku over the head with his fan was still strong but he'd stopped doing it so much recently and that was surprising too. It just didn't seem right. He must be getting old and soft. Or something.

'Here,' he said, dividing them into two piles-- four in one and two in the other. 'Which one do you want?'

Goku sucked at his lower lip and pointed to the smaller pile. Sanzo looked at him, them took Goku's finger and pointed it to the bigger pile.

'Be honest, monkey.'

'Sanzo... '

'You were always going to get the most. You always do.'

Goku smiled and they sat together and ate them, talking quietly of everything and nothing.

[mistressrenet.livejournal.com]

Gojyo, chocolate, delectable.

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Delight

It was usually better to come at life's pleasures from an oblique angle, Hakkai thought. Far safer to sidle up to a thing rather than show it your face straight on in case one scared it away, or stopped it from happening merely by wanting it too much. Small pleasures, unthinkingly taken.

So he didn’t dwell on why he occasionally liked to buy chocolate for Gojyo to eat. It made him happy to see Gojyo's smile of genuine delight, because Gojyo loved chocolate and would make a display of how much he enjoyed eating it: sucking each piece until it melted utterly on his tongue, then licking his fingers and lips, serious concentration and then afterwards a slow curl to his lips as he said thank you.

It was sensible to give him the chocolate after dinner, when the body could digest it more readily, but that wasn't the only reason. After dinner, if there was chocolate, Gojyo would sit at the table with him, his hair tossed back over his shoulders and his shirt open and eat it bit by bit in front of him, breaking the dark, scented squares off one by one. The smell of it would fill the room and Hakkai would watch under his lashes and sip coffee and cross his legs and not think too much at all. Small pleasures indeed. Delight. How delectable that chocolate must be.

There was satisfaction in being empty, in starving oneself and going hungry, but life was not possible without something to feed on, however small.

Sometimes he took a piece of it for himself, just to revel in the melting it gave him in the pit of his stomach; not only at the sweetness but at the sight of Gojyo's mouth, sweet itself and parted, as Gojyo watched him eat it.

[odditycollector.livejournal.com]

Any of Desire, Despair, and Death, and chocolate!

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

You got them all, and Delirium as well:-)

*******
Tea Party

It wasn't often they spent time together-- the four of them together tended to make humans, and any other beings that happened to be around, nervous. It never went well. They'd been waiting to be served for half an hour. Not long, compared to eternity, but long enough.

'Waiter,' Death called at last, in a voice like steel, and one of the young people hanging uselessly around the cash register came over, face sullen.

Delirium had her nose pressed to the enormous, plastic covered menu card, nostrils quivering as they passed over each printed line. She was almost completely hidden behind it, just a curl of bright hair peeping over the top.

'Do you kill people with chocolate here?' came her voice, drifting up from behind it.

'Er, sorry, Miss?' the young man said.

Desire, Death and Despair looked at each other over the tops of their menus.

'Terrible service, but I don't mind the wait. I'm very patient,' Despair said, turning her pale, grey gaze on the waiter. She slumped in her chair, her hair a grey nest, scratching at the clothes Death had bullied her into.

'It says you do here,' Delirium went on. 'On this big notice you gave me. Death by Chocolate. How do you do it? Do you push it up their nostrils, or drown them in it, or make them eat it until their stomachs explode? Pop,' she added, with an eloquent gesture.

There was a pause, until the waiter said, 'Erm... no. It's just a cake. You eat it.'

'You don't personally kill anyone?'

The young man twitched. 'No.'

'I could make you want to,' said Desire, stretching back in her chair and staring at him, her eyes gleaming.

He stared back as her lips curled into a slow smile.

'Behave,' muttered Death.

'We-- we just do food here. Do you want to order?' he added, a little desperately.

'Only, she never said anything about chocolate and I'm sure she would have told me if it killed you. I like it. I like her, too, but she's never around.'

'Hello,' said Death, 'I am here, you know. In the room.'

'Shame,' murmured Desire.

The menu fell to the floor and Delirium got down after it and went under the table.

He bit his lip and gesticulated with his pen. 'Curly fries are nice,' he wavered, 'and we have broccoli quiche.'

'Chocolate is Death?' came from below.

'I'm nothing like chocolate. Uh, well. I suppose I'm dark, sweet and wickedly tasty. Yummy.'

'You're not,' said Despair to her sister, then, to the waiter, who's gaze was flitting wildly from one sister to another, unable to decide where it was safest to land, 'give me some of that chocolate death, or whatever it's called.'

'Make that two-- I really want some now,' said Desire.

The waiter went red and dropped his pen.

'Three,' a little, vague voice said.

'It seems a bit tasteless to eat something named after myself, but what the hell. Make it four. You only live once, after all,' she said, and smiled up into the young man's wide eyes.

[crotalus-atrox.livejournal.com]

Hastur, Ligur, with the word is nipple.

[nightfallrising.livejournal.com]

...I love these guys...

[nightfallrising.livejournal.com]

...That was to the Jeeves and Wooster one.

[nightfallrising.livejournal.com]

(eyebrows 'virginal') Well, depending on your definition, I guess...

What I really like here is that the highlighted difference between Hakkai and The Usual Conquests&trade isn't the relationship, because that doesn't need highlighting, or the difference in experience, because that's just a frill--but that Hakkai isn't interested in Gojyo's experience, and doesn't want him to show off his mad skillz. He's not there for the bullshit charms, he's there for the dork in the backseat with the funny trousers. And Gojyo may even be getting the picture.
<3<3<3<3<3

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

(eyebrows 'virginal') Well, depending on your definition, I guess...

Well, in a purely technical sense I think it can be argued, but I don't insist on it;-)

he's there for the dork in the backseat with the funny trousers.

Yes! I love that description. It's not about the sex, really, but about what it's like to be that close to someone, and the way it can remake you.

I'm glad you enjoyed this-- you write them so well that it was a bit daunting to be asked for some 58 from you. XD

And here I thought I'd read everything in the fandom...

[tootsiemuppet.livejournal.com]

Terribly sorry to be this late, but I just found a link to it now.

^_^ Beautiful.

*cough* You wouldn't want to post it at indeedsir, would you? Or at least let me pimp you? There can never be enough Jeeves-fic after all.