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shadowscast who is awesome and inspiring :-)
The meme: When you see this, post a little weensy excerpt from as many randomworks-in-progress as you can find lying around. Who knows? Maybe inspiration will burst forth and do something, um, inspiration-y.
My response: First off, I have a little over 300 works in progress. I cannot POSSIBLY post from as many as I can find lying around... because they're easy to find (all in one folder) and there are so many. But I'll pick a bunch of bits from a bunch of them. And this is excluding giftfics/requests. Hope that's fair!
LOTR- Haldir & young Legolas (no pairing):
Haldir looked towards Legolas, his gaze cold. “Being calm and quiet are also important skills for war-dens-hhh!” He pressed the side of his hand beneath his nose and his head bobbed up and down silently again.
Legolas raised his eyebrows, then looked from Haldir to Rúmil. “Is he okay?”
“He is all right,” Orophin said, coming round the tree towards them. “He has only a little cold.”
“Orophin!” Haldir snapped in annoyance.
Orophin chuckled lightly, slight amusement showing in his face. He put his hand on Legolas’ back and bent down a little. With his voice low and quiet, though loud enough for all to hear, he spoke to Legolas. “You can tell this is true because he is especially punchy tonight.”
“Orophin, that will be enough of that!” said Haldir sternly. Then he turned his head away from all. “hhh! hehh!” He paused, holding his breath. Then he snapped forward twice. Then he pinched his nose and winced, rubbing thumb and forefinger back and forth against the sides of his nose.
Legolas cocked his head, watching curiously. “Is that sneezing?”
BTVS- Spike & sick!Xander (I've had a few people beta parts of this for me):
Though the condition Xander had been in when he’d convinced the man to go to the hospital had constituted an emergency in Spike’s eyes, he had since resigned himself to the fact that a patient with what presented like a cold was going to be pushed to the very end of a list. They could do nothing but wait. And, faced with a long wait with Xander squirming and sniffling and one where he was merely sleeping, it wasn’t much of a decision. Spike sighed and patted his thigh. “It’d be best if you tried to sleep. Pass the time.”
Xander hesitated, looking up at the platinum blond vampire, but found the offer too tempting. Guardedly, he rested his head on Spike’s thigh. He shivered a few times and Spike slithered out of his long black coat, then draped it over Xander. Xander smiled, then coughed. Quite a bit. He winced and shivered again.
HP- Starts with Remus' friends helping him move into an apartment and ends with Sirius... well, I won't give it away:
Sirius groaned and playfully smacked himself on the forehead. Then he rubbed the base of his hand against his forehead and down the side of his head.
Remus noticed. “This is the last of it,” Remus said. The three huge boxes he was carrying slipped from his grip but he caught himself before they fell. “I promise a big pitcher of ice-cold lemonade when we get upstairs.”
Sirius narrowed his eyes and grunted again as he backed up the stairs. He struggled to keep his wand raised and the spell working. Navigating the twists and turns of the staircase was the hardest part of guiding the enormous pieces of furniture up. But they’d managed the bed, mattresses, bookcase, wardrobe and writing desk all right. Hopefully the sofa wouldn’t be any worse.
“All right,” Remus said with a laugh. “A pitcher of lemonade and a few beers.”
Sirius perked up at this, and suddenly the couch didn’t seem as heavy.
X-Men- Body Switch (Wolfcrawler):
“Not dat long,” replied Wolverine. “I didn’ go askin’ fer this ahny more thahn you did!”
Kurt cocked his head curiously, wondering when Wolverine had decided to speak with a Cajun accent. Perhaps he had just been hearing things.
“What we need to do is get this sorted out. And I’m not one for waiting,” said Gambit, sounding nothing at all like Gambit apart from the voice.
“’Magine dat,” said Wolverine with a laugh.
“Gambit, Wolverine,” Kurt said, looking from one to the other and taking a deep breath to continue on with his point.
But Gambit cut him off, “Other way around, Elf.” He gestured at Wolverine miserably. “I think that beam did something to our minds. He’s in my body and I’m in his.” Wolverine nodded, looking just as depressed.
Kurt looked from one to the other, then blinked. “Zis is not good.” He ‘ported back to the cockpit and resumed communications. “On second thought, ve have a bit of a medical emergency here. I sink it vould be best if ve returned to sort zis out before ve make anozer attempt at taking out ze mutant.”
HP- Snape and sick!Remus:
The sound of his teeth grinding together was so loud that Severus Snape was surprised his students could not hear it. In fact, perhaps they could hear it. Perhaps the way the fifth year shrank in front of him now wasn’t because of the stern command Snape had just given or because of the death stare Snape was emitting.
“I understand,” the young, toe-headed boy whispered, breaking eye contact. He looked down at his hands, sniffling the sniffle of someone who had caught the very bad head cold which was going around. “Thank you. I will redo the paper by Friday, Sir.”
“Yes you will. You may go now.” Snape waited until the boy had left and the rest of the class had finished handing in their papers and filing out before he hung his head with a sigh. With his thumb and forefinger, he pinched the spot just above his nose and between his eyes. Then he called out. “And you may enter, Lupin, unless you’d prefer to lurk in the hallway all afternoon.”
Smiling sheepishly, Remus Lupin stepped into the doorway. He had a balled-up hanky pressed against the bottom of his nose. He spoke through the cloth instead of lowering it. “How did you know-”
“I do not need werewolf hearing to detect your sneezes. Is there a reason you’re hovering? Or were you just planning to sneeze around my classroom in hopes of infecting me with this wretched virus?”
Strokes- Halloween:
Sundays, for Sin, were self-proclaimed ‘sleep in’ days. After a week of classes and hockey practices, he needed all the sleep he could get. Most Sundays, he had a game in the afternoon or evening, but the mornings were just for him. Remaining in his pajamas, but ravenous, he headed downstairs to the kitchen. It was not unusual for most of the others in the house to wake just as late, after a night out at the club, and Sin heard voices as he approached.
More specifically, one voice: Olly’s. “That is the best news I’ve ever heard in my life,” he said. It made Sin smile, naturally, and made him immensely curious. “No, I’m not being dramatic. I mean it. Do you need a ride from the airport?” A pause. “Okay. Of course I’ll tell them, are you nuts?” Laughter. “All right. I can’t wait. G’bye.”
There was a whoop of excitement as Sin entered, seeing Olly hand up the phone. “What’s going on?”
Inuyashsa- Miroku and Sango drama:
Miroku squinted his eyes in concentration. “I think he will be a mysterious traveler with a serious mission. He is handsome, strong, charming, and, oh, he seems to be a priest.” The beautiful woman giggled more, squirming a little in excitement. “Yes, he is a man of his devotion and one with a noble character—”
“Well that rules you out, now, doesn’t it?” came a sharp voice behind him.
Miroku wheeled around and looked up. He put on a grin. “Oh, Sango! I didn’t see you—” She grabbed him by the neck of his robes and pulled him to his feet before pulling him away from the young woman. “Sango!” he exclaimed. “If you wanted to have me all for yourself, you could have simply asked. I know I’m irresistible to the ladies, but I am always willing to sleep with a woman as perfect as y- Gah!”
SLAP! She slapped him hard across the face, hitting mostly the round part of his cheek and his nose. “I have no intention of sleeping with you Miroku!” she declared. “I was just trying to save that poor young woman from your wiles. But I see now you’re absolutely hopeless!” She turned on her toes and stormed off to find the others.
He shrugged and called after her, “Would you hab be stob givig beoble hobe add habbidess?!” She waved a hand over her shoulder to tell him to stay away with his claims of giving hope and happiness. Then she rounded a building and disappeared from sight. Miroku sighed and rubbed the spot where she’d slapped him. It was tender as always, but his nose was buzzing from the force, as though broken.
HP- I nicknamed this WIP "Peter the Slut":
Following his gaze, Sirius’ eyes widened with realization. “Ah, Betty,” he sighed with an air of knowing. And it wasn’t just for show; Sirius knew them all. “You should just gather up all your courage, Mate, and go ask her out!”
But Peter hung his head with a shake, blocking his flushed cheeks from Sirius’ view. “I can’t do that, Sirius,” he whispered softly.
“Yes you can!” Sirius said, flashing Betty a suave smile. She smiled and nodded back at him politely. “Did you see? Just smile and go to her and ask her if she wants to talk a walk in the greenhouses with you.”
Again, Peter started to protest, but Remus came down to breakfast at that moment, sweeping over, taking the seat beside Sirius which had been saved just for him. He kissed Sirius’ cheek and gave him a half hug as he sat. “Good morning Wormtail, Padfoot,” he addressed them cheerfully, albeit softly. He leaned forward to get a look at James, who was deep in conversation with Lily a few seats down. But he caught familiar looks in his companion’s eyes. “What are you two up to so early?”
“Nothing,” came Peter’s quick reply.
Sirius sighed. “I was trying to teach Pete how to woo wom—ow!” Peter, who had been pummeling Sirius and hissing to get him to shut up, had apparently punched a bit too hard.
Remus raised an eyebrow and scanned the large dining hall curiously for a subject of Peter’s desire. “Who is it, Peter?”
“No one. Just let it alone,” the boy begged. Then he desperately tried to change the subject, reaching across them at the table. “Have you tried this new jelly for the scones? It’s excellent.”
LOTR- I call this one "LegGimSomething":
With tools in hand, Gimli froze as he heard rustling behind him and turned his head to see what the source was. Expecting to see any form of small, furry woodland creature, he was a bit taken aback when instead he saw the woodland elf. Not simply because it was Legolas, of course he was always more than pleased to see his friend and lover, but because Legolas was stark naked and outwardly displaying a year’s worth of emotions in the form of frustration. Fuming, he passed by Gimli as he marched himself into their home, knowing full well the dwarf was staring at him but not even turning his head to meet Gimli’s gaze.
Still frozen, Gimli decided his attempts at shaping the stone into something aesthetically pleasing were long due for a break. He set down his tools and, with a deep breath, headed into the house to attend Legolas.
He found Legolas lying on his stomach on the bed arms bent so his head rested on his hands, legs spread slightly. It was then that he realized the elf was not only nude but also dripping wet. His skin glistened as Gimli lit the oil lamp which sat on the stand by their bed. Then Gimli sat down beside Legolas and went to touch Legolas. But his hand was dirty from his work and Legolas so pale and clean. He pulled his outstretched hand back and set it in his lap, wishing he had seen fit to wash them on his way in.
Before Gimli could ask what was wrong, Legolas spoke. “My clothes were ruined.
Original Characters- I was inspired by snuff/snuffboxes and the idea in my head rocks, but wouldn't come out when I tried to write it:
“Come come. You are a poet, or at the very least you claim to be one. Can you honestly tell me you have never thought upon the subject of a sneeze before?”
The man was dumbstruck, and only just short of stuttering. “I have not before thought of words for that, Sir.”
“Ah.” A smile. A smile of the sort where meaning and true intention were unknown but clearly mischievous. “Then we shall find the words together.”
HP- Snupin & waterports:
Severus Snape had never quite liked the definition of the Dark Arts. There were plenty of spells that could be categorized as dark magic which were not at all harmful if used properly. And there were other things like hexes children performed upon each other which did damage but received only a wave of a hand and a ‘juvenile’ comment. To Snape, it was all about the use of the spell or hex or potion, not about what someone who wrote a book said about the subject.
The charm Severus was about to perform was an excellent example of this very theory. It was, by most definitions, dark magic. In fact, it closely resembled one of the three unforgivable curses. Really, its only difference from the Imperius Curse was the fact that it required complete and total willingness from the victim.
Victim. Severus liked that word. He didn’t like it too much, of course. But for his purposes tonight, it was the right word. “What are you waiting for, Severus? I’ve already given you my okay. Let’s have it.” Enter victim, Remus Lupin.
HP- Based on a Remus-wanking piece by Lizardspots:
Severus paused before handing it over. “Are you sure you want it? Not feeling nostalgic for the old days of transforming in the shack like you did when you were a student here?”
Remus knew better than to broach the subject of what had happened during those times. He held his hand out, silently demanding his potion.
“As you wish.” Severus watched it carefully as it left his hand for Remus’. His eyes were fixed upon it unblinkingly. “You had better—”
“Drink it right away, yes I know,” Remus said as pleasantly as he could, resisting the childish urge to roll his eyes at the man as though they were young again. If anything, teaching at Hogwarts made him feel older than he already did. Remus took a deep breath, staring down at the bubbling potion. Then he pinched his nose and gulped it down as quickly as he could, barely tasting it. He handed the goblet back to Snape. “Thank you,” he said curtly.
Snape looked down at the drained goblet, lingering.
Bob & Rose- I just wanted to play with Bob:
Rose took another look around the kitchen, a last minute survey to make sure she had everything she needed. Then she picked up the loaded tray and headed down the hall and up the stairs to the bedroom.
Bob lay in bed, propped up by three pillows, covers pulled up to his armpits. His brown curls were all over, including over parts of his face. They did not obscure the view of the digital thermometer sticking out of his mouth, however.
Their eyes met for a moment, and they exchanged loving looks. Then Bob’s eyes closed and his body shook with coughs. He tried to keep the thermometer in, but he was more concerned with holding a fist up to his mouth.
Rose sat down on the edge of the bed, tray in her lap. She picked up the fallen thermometer and gave it a good, hard look. Then she patted his thigh through the orange knit blanket. “That’ll be enough of that now,” she said in a no-nonsense tone about his coughs.
Bob got them under control and cleared his throat. Then he leaned forward a little, trying to get a look at the thermometer. “So what’s the verdict?” he asked.
“You’re sick,” she told him.
“Yeah,” Bob said, unfolding his beige handkerchief and holding it to his face. “Hetchahh! T’chshhh!” He blew his nose with a honk. “I knew that much before.”
Rose set the thermometer aside. “Well, now you know you have a low-grade fever as well.”
Batman- A Cold Fog (no pairing):
He was welcomed by Alfred, waiting there for him. “Bruce Wayne may have been convinced into taking a day off, but I had a feeling Batman would be more difficult to persuade.” He wrapped a blanket around Bruce’s shoulders as the man sat down at the bat computer. Then he wheeled over a cart with a lunch laid out for him, and equipped with a box of tissues.
It made Bruce crack a smile, and he looked up at the old man. “Thags, Alfred.” He rubbed at his nose, took a few of the tissues, and blew his nose hard to clear it. “Maybe you should see to Dick while you’re on a roll here?”
“Do deed. I’b ride here,” came the stuffy boy wonder’s voice. Dick came in and collapsed into his chair. “Thags for startig the barty without be, guys. ehh… ehhChishh! ahhgShuhh! hearshhoo! Sniff!”
Alfred held his hands up, palms out. “If you two insist upon being out of bed, there’s nothing I can do. So I believe I shall stay out of this one. If either one of you needs me I’ll be right upstairs. Just give me a call.”
Once the duo was alone, Dick glared at Bruce. “So the bighty Batbad sniff, sniff, really is sick, too, huh?”
Bruce rolled his eyes. “I’ll excuse that comment because you’re sick.”
“Oh cobe od, you—”
Bruce shot him a look. “And the next time your cold, sniffly little self wants to climb into bed with me…?” He sighed heavily. “It’s no wonder I’m sick.”
LOTR- Legolas/Gimli... in the 'Legolas catches cold in the caves' series:
“You know how much I worry, and especially after how you were last night, I would feel much better about leaving if I knew you were in good hands.” Legolas sighed and gave in with a nod. Gimli kissed him. “Good. I will return before lunch. And until then I want you to rest in bed, all right?”
Legolas nodded again and sniffled back his terribly runny nose. Gimli reached down and directed Legolas to raise his hand and hold the hanky to his nose again for another blow and rub. As he did just that, Gimli kissed his forehead, then let himself out.
When Legolas was finished with his nose for the moment, the attendant cautiously approached him. “Good morning. Can I get you anything?”
“Tea,” croaked Legolas. He cleared his throat. “Tea would be a great help.”
“Of course,” the dark-haired dwarf said, bowing his head then heading straight to the fire to procure the kettle.
Legolas lay back down in bed, pulling the blankets around his body more tightly now that he had them to himself. It felt cold and lonely in the bed now, and he found himself hugging Gimli’s pillow for the little comfort that brought.
When the dwarf brought over the tea, Legolas noticed he had made himself a cup, and Legolas smiled. It wasn’t every dwarf who cared for tea over mead or ale or pretty much anything other than tea. “You are Slavin, are you not? The name of one who is of the mountains.”
Slavin grinned and nodded humbly. “I am impressed you would remember me.”
“The names of dwarves are not as unfamiliar to my tongue or my mind as once they were.”
Horatio Hornblower- I don't even remember writing this! LOL
It was nearly an hour before the storm calmed down a little and Horatio was relieved by the First Lieutenant. He did not make his way straight to Archie, but wound up at Archie’s side eventually anyway. The man was not asleep but was in his hammock. He had changed and dried his hair and was wrapped in heavy blankets.
“I brought you some lime juice.” Horatio offered over the dented metal cup he’d received from the ship’s physician. Archie stared at it, clearly noticing that there was more than usual. “It is my helping as well.” Archie gave him an appreciative smile, then downed the contents. He pulled a face at the taste as he handed the empty cup back.
Then Archie pitched forward again. “hihhChuh! huhhhChuh” The hammock swayed from the movement and Horatio reached out to steady it. Then he ran his hand through his hair, darker and slightly straighter for its wetness.
“Sorry, Horatio,” Archie apologized, sniffling. “You’re still dripping wet. You don’t need to be looking after me.” It was Horatio’s turn to look hesitant, and it was Archie’s turn to chuckle. “Are you waiting to catch cold yourself?”
HP- I don't want to spoil this one... but it's Remus/Sirius:
“Come on,” said Sirius, looking at Remus’ reflection in the mirror in front of him. Then he continued to rub the gel through his hair. “I’m even wearing the collar you gave me. And you know once you get there you’ll have fun.”
Remus shrugged. His hand nervously patted the bed beside him. “Sirius…” he started softly, slowly. “My stomach’s been a bit wonky all evening. I don’t feel like going out to dance.”
“We won’t stay long. I promise. But practically everyone’s going to be there and it’s going to be a good time. So just come along for me?”
Remus finally sighed and nodded, giving in. “All right. But if I want to go home, please promise me we’ll go. No matter what.”
Grinning, Sirius turned to face Remus across the room. He leaned back against the dresser, sitting and holding onto the edge. “Excellent.”
Unable to resist Sirius when he grinned, Remus got up off the bed and walked over to him. Sirius caught him in a tight hug and with a strong kiss. “Mmm.” Sirius pulled back, still smiling. “You’re hot.”
It was true Remus was feeling a bit warmer than usual, but he had a feeling he knew why. His hand slid down and cupped one of Sirius’ arse cheeks through tight black leather pants. “So are you, Love.”
Sirius grabbed hold of Remus’ hand and eagerly led him out.
SW- I nicknamed this one "Saber":
“What transpired back on the planet, Obi-Wan?”
There was a long, thoughtful pause. “I’ve told you what happened already, Master,” said Obi-Wan. “And I wrote up a report about my mission already.” His hand moved to the datapad, intending to retrieve the file as evidence.
Qui-Gon stayed his hand with a light touch, but his hand nearly trembled to feel Obi-Wan’s. There was something wrong within the man, and Qui-Gon was determined to find it now. Obi-Wan would soon run out of excuses for missing his saber trainings. “Tell me again, Padawan Mine.”
“There is nothing much to tell.” He tilted his head, resting his temple against Qui-Gon’s shoulder and closing his eyes. “They bought me, as we had arranged. Then they bound me. They gagged me. They had their way with me. And I was prohibited from using my skills to fight them off. You and Master Zella arrived not a moment too soon. The ring was shut down and my tormentors were properly punished. It is over and I am home with you once again.” He snuggled into Qui-Gon’s side.
But Qui-Gon was not so easily convinced to let the subject drop by a steady tone and some snuggling. “So, then, why is it you have not even touched your lightsaber since we returned?"
ATS- Spike is un-ghosted and there are side effects:
Crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back in his chair, Angel narrowed his eyes. “What do you want, Spike?”
“Want? Nothing really. Except now that I’m staying I’m going to need…”
Angel raised his eyebrows. So this was it. “An office? A place to stay? An allowance? Because you already took my car if I remem—”
“ihhkkkshhh!” He was bent at the waist, one hand on the desk to keep himself up and the other cupped to his face.
He raised his eyebrows again. “Spike?”
“ehhhkshhhhh!” Spike straightened up and sniffed. “Yeah. So as I was saying—”
“You sneezed.”
Spike sniffed again. “Oh. Noticed, did you?”
SW- I call this one "ConfusedQui" and it's a fun one:
“Qui-Gon.” Qui-Gon looked over to see Master Baylot smiling down at him with a sympathetic look in her eyes. “I was so sorry to hear that you and your padawan won’t be joining us for the competition tomorrow.”
Qui-Gon tried to hide his surprise and confusion at the statement. Only yesterday he and Obi-Wan had been working hard to perfect the kata routines crucial to the Temple competition. There were few pairs who were supposedly better than them, and Ob-Wan had been confident they would place high.
Master Baylot continued, “I do hope you and Obi-Wan participate in it next time. I know there are a few pairs eager to take the two of you on.”
Feeling that he was clearly missing something important, Qui-Gon merely smiled, nodded, and played along. “Yes. I hope so, too. And I look forward to learning the results tomorrow.”
Master Baylot moved on to eat elsewhere, leaving Qui-Gon alone at the table again. What had she been talking about? And where was Obi-Wan? It was a quarter past the time they had agreed to meet for lunch and Obi-Wan was nowhere to be seen.
Pirates of Dark Water:
In the few moments before Tula’s arrival, Ioz managed to open his eyes and looked up at Ren. They exchanged the briefest of knowing looks. But there was no admission of guilt from Ioz, even if there was no stern expression from Ren.
“I’ll warm him up,” Tula volunteered, sitting down between them and lifting Ioz’s head to her lap. Apart from being an ecomancer, Tula always seemed to understand what was required of her without explanation. He was grateful for that in times like this. He sat back, his heart beating hard, his breaths still faster and deeper than normal. And he watched as she caressed the pirate’s cheek, raising his body temperature with her powers.
Ren felt a bit useless now as he watched, but also a bit more than chilled himself. “I’m going to go change into something dry,” Ren proclaimed, getting up and heading for the hatch down into the belly of the ship. “Tula, you have the wheel. Just follow the compass and watch out for dark water.”
SW- another where Qui has the fetish:
Obi-Wan perked up slightly at the quiet click and beep that indicated someone had gained access to the quarters he shared with his master. A moment later, the door slid open and Qui-Gon entered. He took one look at Obi-Wan and froze on his way in, the door sliding closed behind him. “Oh, Obi-Wan. Sick are you?”
Obi-Wan nodded reluctantly and sniffed hard. Upon returning home after classes, he had gone straight for his blue blanket, folded at the bottom of his trunk. He had curled up on the sofa with it and a box of tissues, and had been slowly going through the box all afternoon long. “It’s just a little hehhh… hehhh-heh-HEHK’TChhhh!”
“Head cold?” Qui-Gon easily guessed, striding over. It was a terribly easy guess, with the evidence of a mound of used tissues before him. He pressed Obi-Wan’s cheek into his abdomen and stroked Obi-Wan’s other cheek with his thumb. Then he bent over and placed a kiss on the top of Obi-Wan’s head. “Feeling sneezy?”
Obi-Wan nodded again, his breath hitching. “ehhh-yehhh-IHK’Chhhh! Hept’Chhhh!”
BTVS- Spander with unlucky, sick Spike:
Of course, he had his share of good luck as well. He’d stumbled past Dru at the right time, hadn’t he? And one didn’t earn two notches in a slayer-killing belt by being completely unlucky. And for an evil bad boy he sure always seemed to have someone around who was sympathetic. Though he considered that to be less about luck and more about his certain brand of patheticness attracting that kind of person like a magnet.
Problem was, Spike was never in the in-between. He was either unlucky or lucky. Either fucking screwed or in pure bliss.
At the moment, Spike was pretty damn sure he fell into the unlucky category, even considering everything else that had happened to him lately. In a part of the world where apocalypses came around once a year like clockwork, he’d been able to escape not just one but at least a handful, despite the odds. And not only escape, but do so on the side of good more often than not. So it was only fitting that he be inclined to get some reward. Certainly more inclined than that poof Angel who had his soul and destiny practically handed to him on a silver platter.
BTVS- My attempt at writing a fic organized with acts & beats like a real tv show:
Act 1: In which Spike does not faint but spends a lot of time unconscious anyway
“On your left!” Buffy shouted, then spun around and directed a strong kick into the chest of a vampire. It sent him flying and crashing back against the side of a crypt. She glanced over her shoulder just in time to see that Spike had not been able to take her advice. Normally as quick as she, he hadn’t reacted in time.
But she did feel a twinge of satisfaction at watching the other vampire punch him out with a strong right-hook. Spike slumped to the ground as Buffy grabbed a wooden cross out of the ground in front of the grave at her feet and jumped deftly over the headstone. She landed gracefully and gave the end of the cross a thrust forward as though it were a sword. The vampire in front of her froze, then dissolved into dust, which was caught on the wind.
Buffy surveyed the graveyard, looking for any other signs of trouble. But this brawl had started with five vamps and only one remained now. She nudged Spike gently with her foot. “Hey,” she said. “Up and at ‘em.”
Spike stirred and blinked, confused to find himself on the ground. He quickly picked himself up and brushed the dirt off.
“What’s wrong with you?” Buffy asked, watching him with her arms folded against her chest.
“Why?” asked Spike. “Did I miss another of your witty puns?”
Strokes- Olly is home sick:
Sweetie looked down at Olly set up on the couch and smiled. “I remember the day when all you needed to get through a bad cold were a box of tissues and a stack of videotapes.” He paused. “Wait, maybe that was for something else…” He grinned.
Olly smiled back a bit shyly, as he did any time his sex life (or lack thereof) was discussed. This time he had a box of tissues, of course, along with a chilled bottle of water, a heating pad, and a large supply of blankets. But videotapes had been replaced by DVDs, five of which were already loaded into the disk changer of the DVD player beneath the recreation room’s big screen plasma television.
“But I guess things are different now that you have an electronic boyfriend…”
Olly groaned. “I do dot have ad elec… oh dab.” He pulled several tissues out of the box, cupped them to his face, and waited a few moments for the sneezes. “ahhh… ahhh… Hh’Tchhh! HuhTChooo!” He sniffled and lifted his head. “First, I bet hib for the first tibe id real life so I dow he’s real. Secod, he’s dot a boyfried. I dod’t hab tibe for boyfriends.”
Sweetie had his arms crossed over his chest as he looked at Olly skeptically. “Right. He’s just someone you converse with electronically several times a day and with whom you occasionally go out on dates. But he’s not an electronic boyfriend.”
Strokes- Lunch Date II:
“My roommate wants to meet you to be sure you’re good for me.”
“What?” Coyote practically choked on his breadstick and, in nervousness, put the uneaten portion down on his plate.
“Well, I’ve met your friends, haven’t I?” And even though it had just been a four hour viewing of The Fellowship of the Rings extended edition, he’d actually managed to get a good idea of what each was about, and they him. “I don’t have any close friends here yet, and no family nearby. So Lor is really all I’ve got here. She’s been such a great hag to me so far and she wants to meet you.”
Coyote leaned forward a little, arms crossed on the table. “What have you told her about me?”
Marty shrugged and smiled innocently. “Well I might have mentioned that you’re a musician and that you have some body art—”
“And she thinks I’m a wild bad boy who’ll corrupt you and use you and leave you for dead in a gutter somewhere?”
Marty shrugged again, looking apologetic. “How’s Wednesday for lunch?”
Coyote sighed deeply. “Yeah, of course.”
HP- Fred & George:
George Weasley came awake, he was certain, because of the strong tingle in his nose. He tried to breathe in through it, but one side of his nose was completely clogged and the other tickled madly when he inhaled. He coughed and scrubbed two fingers under his nose, remembering now how miserable he’d felt before falling asleep and now feeling a whole lot worse. His head felt heavy and full, his nose itched, and the pressure in his sinuses was unbearable. The only way around it was to sneeze.
John Doe- OMG this will never be finished. LOL:
“I think you’re coming down with something,” she said softly, trying to reason with him. “You’re very warm,” she said, placing a hand against his forehead.
John did not look amused. “I should hope so. Homo sapiens are warm blooded. Normal temperature is commonly thought of as ninety-eight-point-six degrees but many people have slightly higher ones. It is natural for body temperatures fluctuate during the day, even up to one hundred degrees and still be considered nor… normal…” In breathless desperation, he cupped a hand to his face. “ahhh-Hetchhh! AhtChuhhh!”
“Bless you,” she said, pulling a pack of tissues from her pocket and handing him one. “Well, I think yours is above one hundred, so I stand by my previous assessment, all right?” She reached over and patted his cheek. “You’re coming down sick.”
HP- Snape the death eater needs to get laid:
Snape took another gulp just as the knock sounded on his door. With a shaking hand, he put the goblet down and walked over. At the door was a fair haired man, whose lack of robes in favor of more revealing muggle clothes showed considerable muscles and bulges just in the right places. Snape pulled the man in, slamming the door behind. He trapped the man in a strong kiss, pulling him to the couch, unable to wait the distance to the bed.
“So you’re into potions, are you?” the man asked stupidly, looking around at the shelves packed with jars and vials, and the various cauldrons around the room.
“Potions are simple and honest,” hissed Snape, nearly ripping the man’s shirt in an attempt at getting it over his head. He wasn’t used to more than just robes, wasn’t used to having to do more than lift the hem and slide down the underwear.
“I suppose so,” he said with a shrug. “I’ve never been one for potions, really. I’m better at charms and spells and—”
“Potions,” Snape roared, his fingers slipping on the button and zipper of the man’s pants as he desperately fought to undo them. “Potions are quiet!”
SW AR:
He sighed as he straightened back up, carefully surveying his ex-student. “Why don’t you try the tea now?” he suggested. “You look exhausted, and this will help you to feel tired enough to fall asleep.”
Feeling a bit wired and jumpy, though exhausted, Ben immediately followed the suggestion. He took a small sip at first, testing the tea. It was not too hot, but there was more than temperature now to keep him from drinking. Ben set it back down on the tray in favor of tissues. He breathed out hard in warning, the sound muffled in the tissues but loud enough for Quinn to hear it. He buried his nose in the tissues completely, closing his eyes as he waited for a sneeze to strike. Strike it did, not a minute later. “arKSHHH!” It brought company. “ehh-Shhhh! KShuhhhh!” And it facilitated sniffles. He scrubbed at his nose roughly and looked up to see Quinn’s face positively glowing. He shook his head with a chuckle. “Only you.”
ST- Q is made human and sneezes:
Q rolled his eyes. “Oh, please! I was laughing far more when I was immortal and omnipotent. Being reduced to a mere human is perhaps the least amusing thing that I have ever experienced.”
Captain Picard sighed, though determined to prove his point. “Fine. There’s—”
But he was not given a chance to finish. Q swayed back with a deep breath, then loosely pitched forward with a strong sneeze. “ihh-yehSHOO!” He pulled back a bit and cupped his hand to his nose, looking absolutely stunned. He sniffed through his nose, finding it a little stuffy.
“It’s a sneeze,” the captain informed him, shaking his head. “Don’t tell me you know everything about us except for what a sneeze is.”
“I won’t,” Q said, shaking his head and sniffing again. “I simply did not realize what it was. So that’s a sneeze? Fascinating. It feels far different than I thought it would. It looks and sounds horrendously unpleasant but it feels… rather good actually.”
Captain Picard sighed. “Fine. You have your answer then. Now would you please have Commander Data escort you down to engineering? We do have a planet—”
Having completely ignored the captain’s words, Q straightened with a look of realization in his eyes. “I think it might be happening again. This is completely uncontrollable, isn’t it? Absolutely fascinating.”
Northern Exposure- written for a weekly bunny:
Joel ended up taking the quickest of showers, not even caring that the water had not fully warmed up by the time he finished. After his hair and teeth, he skipped shaving and instead stood in front of the steamy mirror, inspecting himself.
Something felt wrong. Very wrong. One or two presses of the snooze button maybe, but three was a rarity. And he still felt exhausted. Not to mention that he looked it. His eyes were bloodshot and had bags underneath, but more importantly, he could see something in his eyes. That dazed, hurting sort of expression that he’d seen in his patients as of late. “I’m not sick,” Joel croaked. He cleared his throat, then filled up the glass of water he kept by the sink. Swallowing was a little painful, but the water felt good and cold against his throat. He forced a few more coughs, and then repeated it. “No, I’m not sick.” He sounded significantly better the second time around and was quite relieved by that. Still, he didn’t exactly trust himself and his hand automatically traced a line from ears to neck, feeling his lymph nodes. Then he opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out, trying to see the back of his throat. But the light was terrible and he couldn’t get a good look at it anyway.
WK- Aya is sick:
“Has anyone seen Aya today?” Yohji asked suddenly, looking back into the other room, which was empty apart from the television which was still switched on. Both Ken and Omi shook their heads. It wasn’t like Aya to sleep in so late unless there was a problem. And as Yohji had sensed something wrong ever since he’d woken, he stood up now. He took a last drag of a cigarette and stamped it out in the ashtray in the center of the table. Decidedly, he rose, abandoning the newspaper. “I’m going to go check on him then and leave you to your lunch.”
Yohji heard noise as he approached Aya’s bedroom. But when he knocked to gain entry, all he heard was silence. “Aya?” he called. “You all right?” Again, he heard nothing. So he turned the doorknob and let himself in.
Aya was still in bed, lying on his side. His shirt was off, and the covers were pulled up to his waist. He held tissues in one hand, but barely had the energy to look up at Yohji. He looked absolutely exhausted. “Close the door,” he said, his voice scratchy.
Quickly complying, Yohji then walked towards the bed. “Aya… you look terrible. Are you sick?”
Aya glared at him. “Why ever did you give up your job as a private detective?”
Van Helsing:
“Is that an albatross?”
He glanced over his shoulder to see Carl walking across the deck towards him, several books and papers hugged to his chest as he gazed up towards the heavens.
Van Helsing followed his gaze and squinted. “I think it’s a cloud,” he said finally, seeing nothing in the sky that would even remotely resemble a bird. The clouds, at least, were similar in color.
“Ah, thought so,” Carl said, then turned his attention to VH with a smile. “So I’ve had quite a lot of time lately to read through the books you were given when they sent you on this mission. I must say I’m finding the histories fascinating but I haven’t quite mastered hieroglyphics yet. If I could just tell which one is a BIRD and which is a…” he trailed off.
Staring out at the sea again, Van Helsing raised an eyebrow. “A cloud?” he guessed with some amusement. But when he glanced over, he saw Carl was not trying to find the right word but, instead, trying to find his handkerchief.
HP- Harry/Neville:
“I hate beig sig.” He rubbed his finger alongside his nose vigorously as an urge to sneeze started up within him.
“I know,” Harry sympathized. “I don’t much like getting sick either.”
Neville sniffed hard and shook his head. His expression slowly changed, eyes squinting, nose twitching. “ehh… ehh-hehhh…” He breathed lightly, the corners of his mouth pulling down. “Uh…”
“All right there, Neville?”
Neville froze, nose twitching, then sighed. He nodded and sniffled. “Yeah. All right,” he echoed.
LOTR- Gimli gets sick- weekly hatching:
Legolas found the dwarf in the sitting room, trying to get comfortable on the chaise. The fire had been put out hours ago, but Gimli still stared at the fireplace. Possibly he wished it relit, or possibly it was really the only thing in the room to look at. Whatever the reason, he stared straight ahead at it, almost unblinkingly, his mouth hanging open loosely. Then, suddenly, another sneeze burst from him. “HURShuhhh!” It was strong and made his whole body shake, and afterwards he hugged the blanket around himself more tightly. He still stared, open-mouthed, at the empty fireplace, though.
The elf walked over to the chaise and sat on the end, sitting as close to Gimli as possible without actually sitting right on top of him. “You are not well!” Legolas plainly exclaimed.
SW AU- I even had the beginning betaed at one point:
Qui-Gon’s gaze fell upon the timepiece which had been shoved to the far end of the desk along with a now fallen stack of papers. “It’s nearly thirteen-hundred,” he pointed out casually, pulling out and stripping off the protection he wore. His handkerchief made quick work of the rest of the cleanup, and when his robes were back in place, there was no way to tell what he’d just been up to.
The young man, on the other hand, jumped up in a panic. Flustered, he wiped himself off with one hand while he yanked his slacks up with the other. Then he lunged for the papers, gathering them up at once and pressing them to his rumbled shirt.
With a hand on the man’s shoulder, Qui-Gon instructed him to paused for one moment more. Qui-Gon straightened the clothes and the papers as well. Then he dipped his head down for an appreciative kiss. It conveyed his satisfaction, but left no doubt about his intentions.
The man nodded back and then darted quickly from the room. Qui-Gon took his time, walking slowly but steadily, arriving to the meeting just in time with his usual cool grace. Familiar-looking papers lay before each seat at the table, and their messenger seemed relieved and out of breath where he stood off to the side.
HP- Sirius is "fascinated" with Remus being a werewolf:
“So how does it feel exactly to transform?” Sirius asked, flopping onto Remus’ bed and stretching out on his back.
Remus carried a book from his trunk to his bag, keeping his eyes on the task and off Sirius. “I’m not really sure I know the right words to explain…” he said, trying hard to avoid answering.
Sirius helped himself to one of Remus’ pillows. He tossed it up in the air and caught it again. “Well you said it hurts a lot. And I’ve seen those pictures in the textbooks. I’m just curious as to how it really feels.”
Remus’ hands fumbled with his things and he grabbed hold of his book tightly to keep his hands from shaking visibly. “I…” he cleared his throat. “I guess it feels as though something inside of me is fighting to get out. And it rips and tears at every bit of me until it’s out. It…” his words died away and his lower lip quivered. He could not think of any words to properly describe the agony and pain. And he knew no textbook drawings did it justice either.
HP- Study of Percy Weasley (P/O):
Oliver nodded with resignation. “Yeah. I think I’m getting sick.”
“Ohh,” Percy sighed, taking his hand off Oliver. “So… do you still want to?”
“uhhhChishhhh! EHChuhhhh!” Oliver rubbed at his nose, sniffed, and coughed to clear his throat. “Yeah… yeah I do. That’s if you don’t mind, of course. I mean I’ve kinda been sneezing all afternoon and I’ve a headache and—”
Percy pulled Oliver close and kissed him. Not a small peck or a gentle, civil kiss. But an all-out snog with Oliver’s runny nose pressed against Percy’s cheek and Percy’s tongue in Oliver’s mouth. Oliver inhaled hard and kissed back as Percy pushed him back onto the bed. Oliver grabbed him and rolled over until he was on top and Percy face-down below.
POTC- Will is sick:
He stripped off his clothes and pulled on the only spare pair of pants and shirt he had with him, wishing he’d brought more. His wet pants and shirts he hung over the end of the bed to dry out a little. Will ran a hand through his dripping hair, trying to dry it out a little, too. He didn’t want to wake up with a sopping wet pillow. On top of the sore throat a wet pillow didn’t seem like the best thing to have his head on as he slept. The term pillow being used loosely, of course, as it was merely a blanket folded into a small rectangle. Sighing, Will stretched and gave a shiver afterwards. Then, rather suddenly, he snapped forward with a violent sneeze. “EhhShhhhh!”
Rather startled, Will sniffled and rubbed a finger beneath his nose. That, most certainly was not from the tumble into the sea. He was still terribly cold, and wanting to wrap up in blankets in front of a fire with Elizabeth at his side. As it was, there was but a small lantern hanging in the middle of the crew’s cabin, and Elizabeth was many leagues away at home.
“Well, that didn’t sound too especially good,” Jack said, arms crossed over his chest, spinning around the door post with a smug look on his fact. “You’ve been sneezing terribly since this afternoon. Are you sure you’re not coming down with something?”
“Positive,” Will replied quickly, snapping his hand back to his lap.
HP- I call this "Remus in denial":
Remus looked down at the textbook. He was supposed to be finished reading through chapter seven by tomorrow and he was only up to chapter four. Every other sentence, however, reminded him of Sirius. “Oh hang it all!” Remus exclaimed, picking up the book and tossing it onto his bed. “I can’t handle studying now!” Ripping the prefect badge from the front of his robes, he threw that onto the bed as well, then dashed from the fifth year boys’ dormitory. He stormed through the common room, not caring who noticed him, for a change. And he didn’t stop until he reached the one place he was sure he wouldn’t be bothered.
SW- This one is called "Young Obi" and it's 18 pages long and I don't even remember writing it! LOL:
“I am ready,” Obi-Wan said with a nod. “Unless you need more sleep.”
“No, no.” Qui-Gon rubbed his hand over his face and stifled a strong yawn. Then he gestured to Obi-Wan to leave. “Go back and wait for me. I won’t be a minute.”
Obi-Wan did as he was told, sitting cross-legged on one side of the sofa. He glanced through his notes while waiting, just to refresh his memory. Another sneeze broke up the sounds of sniffling coming from the bedroom, but when Qui-Gon emerged he looked as normal as ever. In fact, he seemed quite eager to begin. He sat down on the opposite end of the sofa and skimmed the subject matter. Then he softened and looked up at Obi-Wan. “So, Padawan. Tell me about the Luxor Sytem.”
“Luxor…” said Obi-Wan, the answer dancing right at the tip of his tongue. He tried to picture it in his mind but the picture was foggy. He tried to plot a sun somewhere and tried to decide how many planets to place around it, but nothing was working.
“Start with what you know for certain about it. What first comes to your mind when I mention the word ‘Luxor’? Snff!”
“Ore exports,” Obi-Wan said instinctively. Then his eyes opened wide. “Because the planets in the system are rich in metals. There are some refineries but mostly raw materials are shipped out in immense quantities from the system’s four planets. There are also eighteen moons among them which are equally rich in useful elements but due to the lack of atmosphere, they are mined far less.”
“Good,” Qui-Gon said. He swiped surreptitiously at his nose and quickly continued. “Now where I might find the planet Chrizzov?”
This was one Obi-Wan knew. “It’s located in the—”
“Snuff! Snffff!”
“—Denoian Nebula in the Inner Rim.”
HP- Remus & Sirius bodyswap:
Realizing I had reached the room, and hearing the sound of breathing from within, I took a deep breath. I thought I should really take the time to work out exactly what to say before going in, but I greatly feared my nerve. Besides, there was no easy was of saying this. What I needed to do was march in and quickly blurt out ‘Sirius, I cannot let you do this. It is not fair to you.’ Quick, like ripping off a bandage. Then it would be out and done with. Gripping the bag of ingredients I suddenly didn’t know why I’d bought in the first place, I took another deep breath then barged in.
I spotted him sitting on the floor, leaning back against the bed. He looked anxious, and I truly hated to ruin his joy. But I closed my eyes and quickly said, “Sirius, I cannot let you do this! It is not fair to you!”
Problem was, I don’t think he heard me. For at the exact moment I spoke, he spoke as well. The beginnings were different, but the rest were eerily identical. “Remus, I cannot go through with this! It is not fair to you!”
HP- Bill & Remus own a bookstore:
Bill didn’t mention it to Remus, but with the influx of children he wasn’t the least bit surprised Remus had come down with something. Though winter had barely shown itself outside, there were already plenty of runny noses and sniffles to go around. And with Remus’ liberal ‘read while you shop’ policy, there were plenty of kids getting their hands and germs all over the books. Even the best of disinfecting spells couldn’t catch everything. Remus, however, could and did.
The boy plopped some coins on the counter and Bill rang him up and counted out a little change. “I hope you enjoy them,” Bill said, locking the machine then coming around the counter to help the boy collect his books. They were tucked securely under an arm and several thank you’s were exchanged. Then the boy headed out of the shop, the bell above the door ringing in the otherwise practically silent store.
The quiet sounds of pages turning and footsteps of browsers met Bill’s ears. He was sure, however, that Remus’ ears could have heard more, just as his did. Heightened senses were the only real benefit of being a werewolf. But they were probably also partially to blame for why Remus always tried to be quiet whenever possible. He didn’t realize that normal people just didn’t hear sniffles and sneezes the way he did.
SGI- Daniel, naturally:
She did not get a chance to finish her question before he pulled back with a sharp breath and a hand weakly brought up to his nose and mouth. In the split second it took to inhale, his eyes scanned the tables and other surfaces nearby for a tissue box. But he found none and resorted to covering up as best he could. “hitChuhh! huhCHEESHhhhh! Ugh!” He slid his hand under the blankets and wiped it on his pants whish were still just as wet as his handkerchief. “’Scuse me,” he said. When he sniffed to clear his nose a little, his eyebrows both raised involuntarily at the sensation. “I can save you a lot of time,” he said, pausing to clear his throat in the middle of the sentence. “Several days of barely eating and sleeping, several days in torrential downpours and being tossed into ice-cold flood waters when the ground shook with quakes, has given me a cold. And I know there’s nothing I can take so I’d just like to go home, get out of these wet clothes, and get into my bed as soon as possible.”
It was Janet’s turn to raise her eyebrows. Daniel was usually one of the last people on base to want to leave when there was work to be done. And there was always work to be done. “Well all right then. But I’ll need to get a sample of your blood just to be sure you didn’t pick up anything worse than a head cold. And you shouldn’t leave base until we know that for sure.” She walked over to a counter and prepared a needle and vial. “Sam?” she called back. “Could you get a dry change of clothes and a warm towel for Daniel?” she gestured towards her assistants who were still running around busily.
And ending with my favorite WIP...
SW- Obi & Qui:
He stood beside the bed for a while like this, petting, and getting used to the sounds and rhythm of Obi-Wan’s congested breathing. Finally he headed out to find something to eat and catch up on his work. He crossed the room silently, without his rain-soaked robe to weigh him down this time, and pushed the pad by the door to turn the lights back down. He paused a moment, debating whether to shut the door or not. But before he could make up his mind, he heard a rustling from the bed and turned.
Obi-Wan’s eyes fluttered open briefly, just long enough to focus on his master, then quickly they shut again. “You’re hobe,” he breathed with some relief, and smiled.
“I am,” Qui-Gon replied, his voice soft, smooth, and just above a whisper. “And you finally fell asleep, I see. Good for you.” All day he had been trying to get just a bit of rest, but he was either too restless or too sneezey, and for a while both at the same time. But it looked like he’d finally had a bit of sleep at least. And things had somehow seemed so much easier and peaceful just a moment ago when he’d been asleep. “Why don’t you try to go back to sleep? I’ll just be out in the common area reading if you need me.” He turned back around to leave, but from the bed behind him he heard coughing. Loud and harsh. Qui-Gon turned on his heels and went back to the bed. His voice was no longer soft, but strong and worried. “When did you start coughing?” He put his hand to the young man’s forehead but could neither feel nor sense any fever.
Obi-Wan pushed himself up on an elbow to breathe a bit better. “It’s just frub the cogestiod.” He said, clearing his throat. “The cold’s still just id by…” He paused to lift his hand and swipe at his nose with a wet sniffle. “Id by dose. Dod’t worry ‘bout be.”
A box of tissues sat on the headboard, and Qui-Gon pulled several out. “Did I sound worried?” he asked, settling down on the edge of the bed. He pressed the tissues to Obi-Wan’s nose, and the young man blew gently though he was so very congested that it made little difference a moment after.
“You…” Obi-Wan coughed and cleared his throat, then took a deep breath in and out. “You always soud worried whed I’b sick.”
Qui-Gon nodded and smiled. He wiped Obi-Wan’s nose clean with the gentleness needed to keep from hurting Obi-Wan’s red nostrils. “I suppose that’s so. And you sound stuffed up,” Qui-Gon said softly, giving Obi-Wan’s head another comforting stroke. “It’s just hard to watch you feeling sick and uncomfortable when there’s nothing I can do.”
“You do a lot,” replied Obi-Wan, closing his eyes. It seemed for a moment that he might drift off to sleep again, comforted by his master’s presence. But his brow furrowed and his face tensed, eyes shutting more tightly, cheeks raising, jaw dropping. Qui-Gon readied another handful of tissues and held them close to Obi-Wan’s face. “ehhh… eh-PIFChhhhh! EHPFTschhhh!” He rubbed his face into the tissues, snuffling with congestion. Qui-Gon sensed another sneeze on the way Obi-Wan’s face screwed up except for his jaw, which remained dropped, and eyes, which opened though they were slightly teary. “ehhhh-eh-hehhh…” Frustrated that it was taking its time, he rubbed his nose deeper into the handful of tissues. “ehhhh… ihhh…” Suddenly he tensed, and pulled back, looking up for a brief moment. “Hah-” His eyes shut and he fell forward, face back in the tissues. “ehhhPFFTChhhhh! Ahh…” He blew his nose and relaxed again. This was more like it had been all day. Constant sniffling and sneezing without the possibility of rest.
Hope you enjoyed :-)
shadowscast who is awesome and inspiring :-)The meme: When you see this, post a little weensy excerpt from as many randomworks-in-progress as you can find lying around. Who knows? Maybe inspiration will burst forth and do something, um, inspiration-y.
My response: First off, I have a little over 300 works in progress. I cannot POSSIBLY post from as many as I can find lying around... because they're easy to find (all in one folder) and there are so many. But I'll pick a bunch of bits from a bunch of them. And this is excluding giftfics/requests. Hope that's fair!
LOTR- Haldir & young Legolas (no pairing):
Haldir looked towards Legolas, his gaze cold. “Being calm and quiet are also important skills for war-dens-hhh!” He pressed the side of his hand beneath his nose and his head bobbed up and down silently again.
Legolas raised his eyebrows, then looked from Haldir to Rúmil. “Is he okay?”
“He is all right,” Orophin said, coming round the tree towards them. “He has only a little cold.”
“Orophin!” Haldir snapped in annoyance.
Orophin chuckled lightly, slight amusement showing in his face. He put his hand on Legolas’ back and bent down a little. With his voice low and quiet, though loud enough for all to hear, he spoke to Legolas. “You can tell this is true because he is especially punchy tonight.”
“Orophin, that will be enough of that!” said Haldir sternly. Then he turned his head away from all. “hhh! hehh!” He paused, holding his breath. Then he snapped forward twice. Then he pinched his nose and winced, rubbing thumb and forefinger back and forth against the sides of his nose.
Legolas cocked his head, watching curiously. “Is that sneezing?”
BTVS- Spike & sick!Xander (I've had a few people beta parts of this for me):
Though the condition Xander had been in when he’d convinced the man to go to the hospital had constituted an emergency in Spike’s eyes, he had since resigned himself to the fact that a patient with what presented like a cold was going to be pushed to the very end of a list. They could do nothing but wait. And, faced with a long wait with Xander squirming and sniffling and one where he was merely sleeping, it wasn’t much of a decision. Spike sighed and patted his thigh. “It’d be best if you tried to sleep. Pass the time.”
Xander hesitated, looking up at the platinum blond vampire, but found the offer too tempting. Guardedly, he rested his head on Spike’s thigh. He shivered a few times and Spike slithered out of his long black coat, then draped it over Xander. Xander smiled, then coughed. Quite a bit. He winced and shivered again.
HP- Starts with Remus' friends helping him move into an apartment and ends with Sirius... well, I won't give it away:
Sirius groaned and playfully smacked himself on the forehead. Then he rubbed the base of his hand against his forehead and down the side of his head.
Remus noticed. “This is the last of it,” Remus said. The three huge boxes he was carrying slipped from his grip but he caught himself before they fell. “I promise a big pitcher of ice-cold lemonade when we get upstairs.”
Sirius narrowed his eyes and grunted again as he backed up the stairs. He struggled to keep his wand raised and the spell working. Navigating the twists and turns of the staircase was the hardest part of guiding the enormous pieces of furniture up. But they’d managed the bed, mattresses, bookcase, wardrobe and writing desk all right. Hopefully the sofa wouldn’t be any worse.
“All right,” Remus said with a laugh. “A pitcher of lemonade and a few beers.”
Sirius perked up at this, and suddenly the couch didn’t seem as heavy.
X-Men- Body Switch (Wolfcrawler):
“Not dat long,” replied Wolverine. “I didn’ go askin’ fer this ahny more thahn you did!”
Kurt cocked his head curiously, wondering when Wolverine had decided to speak with a Cajun accent. Perhaps he had just been hearing things.
“What we need to do is get this sorted out. And I’m not one for waiting,” said Gambit, sounding nothing at all like Gambit apart from the voice.
“’Magine dat,” said Wolverine with a laugh.
“Gambit, Wolverine,” Kurt said, looking from one to the other and taking a deep breath to continue on with his point.
But Gambit cut him off, “Other way around, Elf.” He gestured at Wolverine miserably. “I think that beam did something to our minds. He’s in my body and I’m in his.” Wolverine nodded, looking just as depressed.
Kurt looked from one to the other, then blinked. “Zis is not good.” He ‘ported back to the cockpit and resumed communications. “On second thought, ve have a bit of a medical emergency here. I sink it vould be best if ve returned to sort zis out before ve make anozer attempt at taking out ze mutant.”
HP- Snape and sick!Remus:
The sound of his teeth grinding together was so loud that Severus Snape was surprised his students could not hear it. In fact, perhaps they could hear it. Perhaps the way the fifth year shrank in front of him now wasn’t because of the stern command Snape had just given or because of the death stare Snape was emitting.
“I understand,” the young, toe-headed boy whispered, breaking eye contact. He looked down at his hands, sniffling the sniffle of someone who had caught the very bad head cold which was going around. “Thank you. I will redo the paper by Friday, Sir.”
“Yes you will. You may go now.” Snape waited until the boy had left and the rest of the class had finished handing in their papers and filing out before he hung his head with a sigh. With his thumb and forefinger, he pinched the spot just above his nose and between his eyes. Then he called out. “And you may enter, Lupin, unless you’d prefer to lurk in the hallway all afternoon.”
Smiling sheepishly, Remus Lupin stepped into the doorway. He had a balled-up hanky pressed against the bottom of his nose. He spoke through the cloth instead of lowering it. “How did you know-”
“I do not need werewolf hearing to detect your sneezes. Is there a reason you’re hovering? Or were you just planning to sneeze around my classroom in hopes of infecting me with this wretched virus?”
Strokes- Halloween:
Sundays, for Sin, were self-proclaimed ‘sleep in’ days. After a week of classes and hockey practices, he needed all the sleep he could get. Most Sundays, he had a game in the afternoon or evening, but the mornings were just for him. Remaining in his pajamas, but ravenous, he headed downstairs to the kitchen. It was not unusual for most of the others in the house to wake just as late, after a night out at the club, and Sin heard voices as he approached.
More specifically, one voice: Olly’s. “That is the best news I’ve ever heard in my life,” he said. It made Sin smile, naturally, and made him immensely curious. “No, I’m not being dramatic. I mean it. Do you need a ride from the airport?” A pause. “Okay. Of course I’ll tell them, are you nuts?” Laughter. “All right. I can’t wait. G’bye.”
There was a whoop of excitement as Sin entered, seeing Olly hand up the phone. “What’s going on?”
Inuyashsa- Miroku and Sango drama:
Miroku squinted his eyes in concentration. “I think he will be a mysterious traveler with a serious mission. He is handsome, strong, charming, and, oh, he seems to be a priest.” The beautiful woman giggled more, squirming a little in excitement. “Yes, he is a man of his devotion and one with a noble character—”
“Well that rules you out, now, doesn’t it?” came a sharp voice behind him.
Miroku wheeled around and looked up. He put on a grin. “Oh, Sango! I didn’t see you—” She grabbed him by the neck of his robes and pulled him to his feet before pulling him away from the young woman. “Sango!” he exclaimed. “If you wanted to have me all for yourself, you could have simply asked. I know I’m irresistible to the ladies, but I am always willing to sleep with a woman as perfect as y- Gah!”
SLAP! She slapped him hard across the face, hitting mostly the round part of his cheek and his nose. “I have no intention of sleeping with you Miroku!” she declared. “I was just trying to save that poor young woman from your wiles. But I see now you’re absolutely hopeless!” She turned on her toes and stormed off to find the others.
He shrugged and called after her, “Would you hab be stob givig beoble hobe add habbidess?!” She waved a hand over her shoulder to tell him to stay away with his claims of giving hope and happiness. Then she rounded a building and disappeared from sight. Miroku sighed and rubbed the spot where she’d slapped him. It was tender as always, but his nose was buzzing from the force, as though broken.
HP- I nicknamed this WIP "Peter the Slut":
Following his gaze, Sirius’ eyes widened with realization. “Ah, Betty,” he sighed with an air of knowing. And it wasn’t just for show; Sirius knew them all. “You should just gather up all your courage, Mate, and go ask her out!”
But Peter hung his head with a shake, blocking his flushed cheeks from Sirius’ view. “I can’t do that, Sirius,” he whispered softly.
“Yes you can!” Sirius said, flashing Betty a suave smile. She smiled and nodded back at him politely. “Did you see? Just smile and go to her and ask her if she wants to talk a walk in the greenhouses with you.”
Again, Peter started to protest, but Remus came down to breakfast at that moment, sweeping over, taking the seat beside Sirius which had been saved just for him. He kissed Sirius’ cheek and gave him a half hug as he sat. “Good morning Wormtail, Padfoot,” he addressed them cheerfully, albeit softly. He leaned forward to get a look at James, who was deep in conversation with Lily a few seats down. But he caught familiar looks in his companion’s eyes. “What are you two up to so early?”
“Nothing,” came Peter’s quick reply.
Sirius sighed. “I was trying to teach Pete how to woo wom—ow!” Peter, who had been pummeling Sirius and hissing to get him to shut up, had apparently punched a bit too hard.
Remus raised an eyebrow and scanned the large dining hall curiously for a subject of Peter’s desire. “Who is it, Peter?”
“No one. Just let it alone,” the boy begged. Then he desperately tried to change the subject, reaching across them at the table. “Have you tried this new jelly for the scones? It’s excellent.”
LOTR- I call this one "LegGimSomething":
With tools in hand, Gimli froze as he heard rustling behind him and turned his head to see what the source was. Expecting to see any form of small, furry woodland creature, he was a bit taken aback when instead he saw the woodland elf. Not simply because it was Legolas, of course he was always more than pleased to see his friend and lover, but because Legolas was stark naked and outwardly displaying a year’s worth of emotions in the form of frustration. Fuming, he passed by Gimli as he marched himself into their home, knowing full well the dwarf was staring at him but not even turning his head to meet Gimli’s gaze.
Still frozen, Gimli decided his attempts at shaping the stone into something aesthetically pleasing were long due for a break. He set down his tools and, with a deep breath, headed into the house to attend Legolas.
He found Legolas lying on his stomach on the bed arms bent so his head rested on his hands, legs spread slightly. It was then that he realized the elf was not only nude but also dripping wet. His skin glistened as Gimli lit the oil lamp which sat on the stand by their bed. Then Gimli sat down beside Legolas and went to touch Legolas. But his hand was dirty from his work and Legolas so pale and clean. He pulled his outstretched hand back and set it in his lap, wishing he had seen fit to wash them on his way in.
Before Gimli could ask what was wrong, Legolas spoke. “My clothes were ruined.
Original Characters- I was inspired by snuff/snuffboxes and the idea in my head rocks, but wouldn't come out when I tried to write it:
“Come come. You are a poet, or at the very least you claim to be one. Can you honestly tell me you have never thought upon the subject of a sneeze before?”
The man was dumbstruck, and only just short of stuttering. “I have not before thought of words for that, Sir.”
“Ah.” A smile. A smile of the sort where meaning and true intention were unknown but clearly mischievous. “Then we shall find the words together.”
HP- Snupin & waterports:
Severus Snape had never quite liked the definition of the Dark Arts. There were plenty of spells that could be categorized as dark magic which were not at all harmful if used properly. And there were other things like hexes children performed upon each other which did damage but received only a wave of a hand and a ‘juvenile’ comment. To Snape, it was all about the use of the spell or hex or potion, not about what someone who wrote a book said about the subject.
The charm Severus was about to perform was an excellent example of this very theory. It was, by most definitions, dark magic. In fact, it closely resembled one of the three unforgivable curses. Really, its only difference from the Imperius Curse was the fact that it required complete and total willingness from the victim.
Victim. Severus liked that word. He didn’t like it too much, of course. But for his purposes tonight, it was the right word. “What are you waiting for, Severus? I’ve already given you my okay. Let’s have it.” Enter victim, Remus Lupin.
HP- Based on a Remus-wanking piece by Lizardspots:
Severus paused before handing it over. “Are you sure you want it? Not feeling nostalgic for the old days of transforming in the shack like you did when you were a student here?”
Remus knew better than to broach the subject of what had happened during those times. He held his hand out, silently demanding his potion.
“As you wish.” Severus watched it carefully as it left his hand for Remus’. His eyes were fixed upon it unblinkingly. “You had better—”
“Drink it right away, yes I know,” Remus said as pleasantly as he could, resisting the childish urge to roll his eyes at the man as though they were young again. If anything, teaching at Hogwarts made him feel older than he already did. Remus took a deep breath, staring down at the bubbling potion. Then he pinched his nose and gulped it down as quickly as he could, barely tasting it. He handed the goblet back to Snape. “Thank you,” he said curtly.
Snape looked down at the drained goblet, lingering.
Bob & Rose- I just wanted to play with Bob:
Rose took another look around the kitchen, a last minute survey to make sure she had everything she needed. Then she picked up the loaded tray and headed down the hall and up the stairs to the bedroom.
Bob lay in bed, propped up by three pillows, covers pulled up to his armpits. His brown curls were all over, including over parts of his face. They did not obscure the view of the digital thermometer sticking out of his mouth, however.
Their eyes met for a moment, and they exchanged loving looks. Then Bob’s eyes closed and his body shook with coughs. He tried to keep the thermometer in, but he was more concerned with holding a fist up to his mouth.
Rose sat down on the edge of the bed, tray in her lap. She picked up the fallen thermometer and gave it a good, hard look. Then she patted his thigh through the orange knit blanket. “That’ll be enough of that now,” she said in a no-nonsense tone about his coughs.
Bob got them under control and cleared his throat. Then he leaned forward a little, trying to get a look at the thermometer. “So what’s the verdict?” he asked.
“You’re sick,” she told him.
“Yeah,” Bob said, unfolding his beige handkerchief and holding it to his face. “Hetchahh! T’chshhh!” He blew his nose with a honk. “I knew that much before.”
Rose set the thermometer aside. “Well, now you know you have a low-grade fever as well.”
Batman- A Cold Fog (no pairing):
He was welcomed by Alfred, waiting there for him. “Bruce Wayne may have been convinced into taking a day off, but I had a feeling Batman would be more difficult to persuade.” He wrapped a blanket around Bruce’s shoulders as the man sat down at the bat computer. Then he wheeled over a cart with a lunch laid out for him, and equipped with a box of tissues.
It made Bruce crack a smile, and he looked up at the old man. “Thags, Alfred.” He rubbed at his nose, took a few of the tissues, and blew his nose hard to clear it. “Maybe you should see to Dick while you’re on a roll here?”
“Do deed. I’b ride here,” came the stuffy boy wonder’s voice. Dick came in and collapsed into his chair. “Thags for startig the barty without be, guys. ehh… ehhChishh! ahhgShuhh! hearshhoo! Sniff!”
Alfred held his hands up, palms out. “If you two insist upon being out of bed, there’s nothing I can do. So I believe I shall stay out of this one. If either one of you needs me I’ll be right upstairs. Just give me a call.”
Once the duo was alone, Dick glared at Bruce. “So the bighty Batbad sniff, sniff, really is sick, too, huh?”
Bruce rolled his eyes. “I’ll excuse that comment because you’re sick.”
“Oh cobe od, you—”
Bruce shot him a look. “And the next time your cold, sniffly little self wants to climb into bed with me…?” He sighed heavily. “It’s no wonder I’m sick.”
LOTR- Legolas/Gimli... in the 'Legolas catches cold in the caves' series:
“You know how much I worry, and especially after how you were last night, I would feel much better about leaving if I knew you were in good hands.” Legolas sighed and gave in with a nod. Gimli kissed him. “Good. I will return before lunch. And until then I want you to rest in bed, all right?”
Legolas nodded again and sniffled back his terribly runny nose. Gimli reached down and directed Legolas to raise his hand and hold the hanky to his nose again for another blow and rub. As he did just that, Gimli kissed his forehead, then let himself out.
When Legolas was finished with his nose for the moment, the attendant cautiously approached him. “Good morning. Can I get you anything?”
“Tea,” croaked Legolas. He cleared his throat. “Tea would be a great help.”
“Of course,” the dark-haired dwarf said, bowing his head then heading straight to the fire to procure the kettle.
Legolas lay back down in bed, pulling the blankets around his body more tightly now that he had them to himself. It felt cold and lonely in the bed now, and he found himself hugging Gimli’s pillow for the little comfort that brought.
When the dwarf brought over the tea, Legolas noticed he had made himself a cup, and Legolas smiled. It wasn’t every dwarf who cared for tea over mead or ale or pretty much anything other than tea. “You are Slavin, are you not? The name of one who is of the mountains.”
Slavin grinned and nodded humbly. “I am impressed you would remember me.”
“The names of dwarves are not as unfamiliar to my tongue or my mind as once they were.”
Horatio Hornblower- I don't even remember writing this! LOL
It was nearly an hour before the storm calmed down a little and Horatio was relieved by the First Lieutenant. He did not make his way straight to Archie, but wound up at Archie’s side eventually anyway. The man was not asleep but was in his hammock. He had changed and dried his hair and was wrapped in heavy blankets.
“I brought you some lime juice.” Horatio offered over the dented metal cup he’d received from the ship’s physician. Archie stared at it, clearly noticing that there was more than usual. “It is my helping as well.” Archie gave him an appreciative smile, then downed the contents. He pulled a face at the taste as he handed the empty cup back.
Then Archie pitched forward again. “hihhChuh! huhhhChuh” The hammock swayed from the movement and Horatio reached out to steady it. Then he ran his hand through his hair, darker and slightly straighter for its wetness.
“Sorry, Horatio,” Archie apologized, sniffling. “You’re still dripping wet. You don’t need to be looking after me.” It was Horatio’s turn to look hesitant, and it was Archie’s turn to chuckle. “Are you waiting to catch cold yourself?”
HP- I don't want to spoil this one... but it's Remus/Sirius:
“Come on,” said Sirius, looking at Remus’ reflection in the mirror in front of him. Then he continued to rub the gel through his hair. “I’m even wearing the collar you gave me. And you know once you get there you’ll have fun.”
Remus shrugged. His hand nervously patted the bed beside him. “Sirius…” he started softly, slowly. “My stomach’s been a bit wonky all evening. I don’t feel like going out to dance.”
“We won’t stay long. I promise. But practically everyone’s going to be there and it’s going to be a good time. So just come along for me?”
Remus finally sighed and nodded, giving in. “All right. But if I want to go home, please promise me we’ll go. No matter what.”
Grinning, Sirius turned to face Remus across the room. He leaned back against the dresser, sitting and holding onto the edge. “Excellent.”
Unable to resist Sirius when he grinned, Remus got up off the bed and walked over to him. Sirius caught him in a tight hug and with a strong kiss. “Mmm.” Sirius pulled back, still smiling. “You’re hot.”
It was true Remus was feeling a bit warmer than usual, but he had a feeling he knew why. His hand slid down and cupped one of Sirius’ arse cheeks through tight black leather pants. “So are you, Love.”
Sirius grabbed hold of Remus’ hand and eagerly led him out.
SW- I nicknamed this one "Saber":
“What transpired back on the planet, Obi-Wan?”
There was a long, thoughtful pause. “I’ve told you what happened already, Master,” said Obi-Wan. “And I wrote up a report about my mission already.” His hand moved to the datapad, intending to retrieve the file as evidence.
Qui-Gon stayed his hand with a light touch, but his hand nearly trembled to feel Obi-Wan’s. There was something wrong within the man, and Qui-Gon was determined to find it now. Obi-Wan would soon run out of excuses for missing his saber trainings. “Tell me again, Padawan Mine.”
“There is nothing much to tell.” He tilted his head, resting his temple against Qui-Gon’s shoulder and closing his eyes. “They bought me, as we had arranged. Then they bound me. They gagged me. They had their way with me. And I was prohibited from using my skills to fight them off. You and Master Zella arrived not a moment too soon. The ring was shut down and my tormentors were properly punished. It is over and I am home with you once again.” He snuggled into Qui-Gon’s side.
But Qui-Gon was not so easily convinced to let the subject drop by a steady tone and some snuggling. “So, then, why is it you have not even touched your lightsaber since we returned?"
ATS- Spike is un-ghosted and there are side effects:
Crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back in his chair, Angel narrowed his eyes. “What do you want, Spike?”
“Want? Nothing really. Except now that I’m staying I’m going to need…”
Angel raised his eyebrows. So this was it. “An office? A place to stay? An allowance? Because you already took my car if I remem—”
“ihhkkkshhh!” He was bent at the waist, one hand on the desk to keep himself up and the other cupped to his face.
He raised his eyebrows again. “Spike?”
“ehhhkshhhhh!” Spike straightened up and sniffed. “Yeah. So as I was saying—”
“You sneezed.”
Spike sniffed again. “Oh. Noticed, did you?”
SW- I call this one "ConfusedQui" and it's a fun one:
“Qui-Gon.” Qui-Gon looked over to see Master Baylot smiling down at him with a sympathetic look in her eyes. “I was so sorry to hear that you and your padawan won’t be joining us for the competition tomorrow.”
Qui-Gon tried to hide his surprise and confusion at the statement. Only yesterday he and Obi-Wan had been working hard to perfect the kata routines crucial to the Temple competition. There were few pairs who were supposedly better than them, and Ob-Wan had been confident they would place high.
Master Baylot continued, “I do hope you and Obi-Wan participate in it next time. I know there are a few pairs eager to take the two of you on.”
Feeling that he was clearly missing something important, Qui-Gon merely smiled, nodded, and played along. “Yes. I hope so, too. And I look forward to learning the results tomorrow.”
Master Baylot moved on to eat elsewhere, leaving Qui-Gon alone at the table again. What had she been talking about? And where was Obi-Wan? It was a quarter past the time they had agreed to meet for lunch and Obi-Wan was nowhere to be seen.
Pirates of Dark Water:
In the few moments before Tula’s arrival, Ioz managed to open his eyes and looked up at Ren. They exchanged the briefest of knowing looks. But there was no admission of guilt from Ioz, even if there was no stern expression from Ren.
“I’ll warm him up,” Tula volunteered, sitting down between them and lifting Ioz’s head to her lap. Apart from being an ecomancer, Tula always seemed to understand what was required of her without explanation. He was grateful for that in times like this. He sat back, his heart beating hard, his breaths still faster and deeper than normal. And he watched as she caressed the pirate’s cheek, raising his body temperature with her powers.
Ren felt a bit useless now as he watched, but also a bit more than chilled himself. “I’m going to go change into something dry,” Ren proclaimed, getting up and heading for the hatch down into the belly of the ship. “Tula, you have the wheel. Just follow the compass and watch out for dark water.”
SW- another where Qui has the fetish:
Obi-Wan perked up slightly at the quiet click and beep that indicated someone had gained access to the quarters he shared with his master. A moment later, the door slid open and Qui-Gon entered. He took one look at Obi-Wan and froze on his way in, the door sliding closed behind him. “Oh, Obi-Wan. Sick are you?”
Obi-Wan nodded reluctantly and sniffed hard. Upon returning home after classes, he had gone straight for his blue blanket, folded at the bottom of his trunk. He had curled up on the sofa with it and a box of tissues, and had been slowly going through the box all afternoon long. “It’s just a little hehhh… hehhh-heh-HEHK’TChhhh!”
“Head cold?” Qui-Gon easily guessed, striding over. It was a terribly easy guess, with the evidence of a mound of used tissues before him. He pressed Obi-Wan’s cheek into his abdomen and stroked Obi-Wan’s other cheek with his thumb. Then he bent over and placed a kiss on the top of Obi-Wan’s head. “Feeling sneezy?”
Obi-Wan nodded again, his breath hitching. “ehhh-yehhh-IHK’Chhhh! Hept’Chhhh!”
BTVS- Spander with unlucky, sick Spike:
Of course, he had his share of good luck as well. He’d stumbled past Dru at the right time, hadn’t he? And one didn’t earn two notches in a slayer-killing belt by being completely unlucky. And for an evil bad boy he sure always seemed to have someone around who was sympathetic. Though he considered that to be less about luck and more about his certain brand of patheticness attracting that kind of person like a magnet.
Problem was, Spike was never in the in-between. He was either unlucky or lucky. Either fucking screwed or in pure bliss.
At the moment, Spike was pretty damn sure he fell into the unlucky category, even considering everything else that had happened to him lately. In a part of the world where apocalypses came around once a year like clockwork, he’d been able to escape not just one but at least a handful, despite the odds. And not only escape, but do so on the side of good more often than not. So it was only fitting that he be inclined to get some reward. Certainly more inclined than that poof Angel who had his soul and destiny practically handed to him on a silver platter.
BTVS- My attempt at writing a fic organized with acts & beats like a real tv show:
Act 1: In which Spike does not faint but spends a lot of time unconscious anyway
“On your left!” Buffy shouted, then spun around and directed a strong kick into the chest of a vampire. It sent him flying and crashing back against the side of a crypt. She glanced over her shoulder just in time to see that Spike had not been able to take her advice. Normally as quick as she, he hadn’t reacted in time.
But she did feel a twinge of satisfaction at watching the other vampire punch him out with a strong right-hook. Spike slumped to the ground as Buffy grabbed a wooden cross out of the ground in front of the grave at her feet and jumped deftly over the headstone. She landed gracefully and gave the end of the cross a thrust forward as though it were a sword. The vampire in front of her froze, then dissolved into dust, which was caught on the wind.
Buffy surveyed the graveyard, looking for any other signs of trouble. But this brawl had started with five vamps and only one remained now. She nudged Spike gently with her foot. “Hey,” she said. “Up and at ‘em.”
Spike stirred and blinked, confused to find himself on the ground. He quickly picked himself up and brushed the dirt off.
“What’s wrong with you?” Buffy asked, watching him with her arms folded against her chest.
“Why?” asked Spike. “Did I miss another of your witty puns?”
Strokes- Olly is home sick:
Sweetie looked down at Olly set up on the couch and smiled. “I remember the day when all you needed to get through a bad cold were a box of tissues and a stack of videotapes.” He paused. “Wait, maybe that was for something else…” He grinned.
Olly smiled back a bit shyly, as he did any time his sex life (or lack thereof) was discussed. This time he had a box of tissues, of course, along with a chilled bottle of water, a heating pad, and a large supply of blankets. But videotapes had been replaced by DVDs, five of which were already loaded into the disk changer of the DVD player beneath the recreation room’s big screen plasma television.
“But I guess things are different now that you have an electronic boyfriend…”
Olly groaned. “I do dot have ad elec… oh dab.” He pulled several tissues out of the box, cupped them to his face, and waited a few moments for the sneezes. “ahhh… ahhh… Hh’Tchhh! HuhTChooo!” He sniffled and lifted his head. “First, I bet hib for the first tibe id real life so I dow he’s real. Secod, he’s dot a boyfried. I dod’t hab tibe for boyfriends.”
Sweetie had his arms crossed over his chest as he looked at Olly skeptically. “Right. He’s just someone you converse with electronically several times a day and with whom you occasionally go out on dates. But he’s not an electronic boyfriend.”
Strokes- Lunch Date II:
“My roommate wants to meet you to be sure you’re good for me.”
“What?” Coyote practically choked on his breadstick and, in nervousness, put the uneaten portion down on his plate.
“Well, I’ve met your friends, haven’t I?” And even though it had just been a four hour viewing of The Fellowship of the Rings extended edition, he’d actually managed to get a good idea of what each was about, and they him. “I don’t have any close friends here yet, and no family nearby. So Lor is really all I’ve got here. She’s been such a great hag to me so far and she wants to meet you.”
Coyote leaned forward a little, arms crossed on the table. “What have you told her about me?”
Marty shrugged and smiled innocently. “Well I might have mentioned that you’re a musician and that you have some body art—”
“And she thinks I’m a wild bad boy who’ll corrupt you and use you and leave you for dead in a gutter somewhere?”
Marty shrugged again, looking apologetic. “How’s Wednesday for lunch?”
Coyote sighed deeply. “Yeah, of course.”
HP- Fred & George:
George Weasley came awake, he was certain, because of the strong tingle in his nose. He tried to breathe in through it, but one side of his nose was completely clogged and the other tickled madly when he inhaled. He coughed and scrubbed two fingers under his nose, remembering now how miserable he’d felt before falling asleep and now feeling a whole lot worse. His head felt heavy and full, his nose itched, and the pressure in his sinuses was unbearable. The only way around it was to sneeze.
John Doe- OMG this will never be finished. LOL:
“I think you’re coming down with something,” she said softly, trying to reason with him. “You’re very warm,” she said, placing a hand against his forehead.
John did not look amused. “I should hope so. Homo sapiens are warm blooded. Normal temperature is commonly thought of as ninety-eight-point-six degrees but many people have slightly higher ones. It is natural for body temperatures fluctuate during the day, even up to one hundred degrees and still be considered nor… normal…” In breathless desperation, he cupped a hand to his face. “ahhh-Hetchhh! AhtChuhhh!”
“Bless you,” she said, pulling a pack of tissues from her pocket and handing him one. “Well, I think yours is above one hundred, so I stand by my previous assessment, all right?” She reached over and patted his cheek. “You’re coming down sick.”
HP- Snape the death eater needs to get laid:
Snape took another gulp just as the knock sounded on his door. With a shaking hand, he put the goblet down and walked over. At the door was a fair haired man, whose lack of robes in favor of more revealing muggle clothes showed considerable muscles and bulges just in the right places. Snape pulled the man in, slamming the door behind. He trapped the man in a strong kiss, pulling him to the couch, unable to wait the distance to the bed.
“So you’re into potions, are you?” the man asked stupidly, looking around at the shelves packed with jars and vials, and the various cauldrons around the room.
“Potions are simple and honest,” hissed Snape, nearly ripping the man’s shirt in an attempt at getting it over his head. He wasn’t used to more than just robes, wasn’t used to having to do more than lift the hem and slide down the underwear.
“I suppose so,” he said with a shrug. “I’ve never been one for potions, really. I’m better at charms and spells and—”
“Potions,” Snape roared, his fingers slipping on the button and zipper of the man’s pants as he desperately fought to undo them. “Potions are quiet!”
SW AR:
He sighed as he straightened back up, carefully surveying his ex-student. “Why don’t you try the tea now?” he suggested. “You look exhausted, and this will help you to feel tired enough to fall asleep.”
Feeling a bit wired and jumpy, though exhausted, Ben immediately followed the suggestion. He took a small sip at first, testing the tea. It was not too hot, but there was more than temperature now to keep him from drinking. Ben set it back down on the tray in favor of tissues. He breathed out hard in warning, the sound muffled in the tissues but loud enough for Quinn to hear it. He buried his nose in the tissues completely, closing his eyes as he waited for a sneeze to strike. Strike it did, not a minute later. “arKSHHH!” It brought company. “ehh-Shhhh! KShuhhhh!” And it facilitated sniffles. He scrubbed at his nose roughly and looked up to see Quinn’s face positively glowing. He shook his head with a chuckle. “Only you.”
ST- Q is made human and sneezes:
Q rolled his eyes. “Oh, please! I was laughing far more when I was immortal and omnipotent. Being reduced to a mere human is perhaps the least amusing thing that I have ever experienced.”
Captain Picard sighed, though determined to prove his point. “Fine. There’s—”
But he was not given a chance to finish. Q swayed back with a deep breath, then loosely pitched forward with a strong sneeze. “ihh-yehSHOO!” He pulled back a bit and cupped his hand to his nose, looking absolutely stunned. He sniffed through his nose, finding it a little stuffy.
“It’s a sneeze,” the captain informed him, shaking his head. “Don’t tell me you know everything about us except for what a sneeze is.”
“I won’t,” Q said, shaking his head and sniffing again. “I simply did not realize what it was. So that’s a sneeze? Fascinating. It feels far different than I thought it would. It looks and sounds horrendously unpleasant but it feels… rather good actually.”
Captain Picard sighed. “Fine. You have your answer then. Now would you please have Commander Data escort you down to engineering? We do have a planet—”
Having completely ignored the captain’s words, Q straightened with a look of realization in his eyes. “I think it might be happening again. This is completely uncontrollable, isn’t it? Absolutely fascinating.”
Northern Exposure- written for a weekly bunny:
Joel ended up taking the quickest of showers, not even caring that the water had not fully warmed up by the time he finished. After his hair and teeth, he skipped shaving and instead stood in front of the steamy mirror, inspecting himself.
Something felt wrong. Very wrong. One or two presses of the snooze button maybe, but three was a rarity. And he still felt exhausted. Not to mention that he looked it. His eyes were bloodshot and had bags underneath, but more importantly, he could see something in his eyes. That dazed, hurting sort of expression that he’d seen in his patients as of late. “I’m not sick,” Joel croaked. He cleared his throat, then filled up the glass of water he kept by the sink. Swallowing was a little painful, but the water felt good and cold against his throat. He forced a few more coughs, and then repeated it. “No, I’m not sick.” He sounded significantly better the second time around and was quite relieved by that. Still, he didn’t exactly trust himself and his hand automatically traced a line from ears to neck, feeling his lymph nodes. Then he opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out, trying to see the back of his throat. But the light was terrible and he couldn’t get a good look at it anyway.
WK- Aya is sick:
“Has anyone seen Aya today?” Yohji asked suddenly, looking back into the other room, which was empty apart from the television which was still switched on. Both Ken and Omi shook their heads. It wasn’t like Aya to sleep in so late unless there was a problem. And as Yohji had sensed something wrong ever since he’d woken, he stood up now. He took a last drag of a cigarette and stamped it out in the ashtray in the center of the table. Decidedly, he rose, abandoning the newspaper. “I’m going to go check on him then and leave you to your lunch.”
Yohji heard noise as he approached Aya’s bedroom. But when he knocked to gain entry, all he heard was silence. “Aya?” he called. “You all right?” Again, he heard nothing. So he turned the doorknob and let himself in.
Aya was still in bed, lying on his side. His shirt was off, and the covers were pulled up to his waist. He held tissues in one hand, but barely had the energy to look up at Yohji. He looked absolutely exhausted. “Close the door,” he said, his voice scratchy.
Quickly complying, Yohji then walked towards the bed. “Aya… you look terrible. Are you sick?”
Aya glared at him. “Why ever did you give up your job as a private detective?”
Van Helsing:
“Is that an albatross?”
He glanced over his shoulder to see Carl walking across the deck towards him, several books and papers hugged to his chest as he gazed up towards the heavens.
Van Helsing followed his gaze and squinted. “I think it’s a cloud,” he said finally, seeing nothing in the sky that would even remotely resemble a bird. The clouds, at least, were similar in color.
“Ah, thought so,” Carl said, then turned his attention to VH with a smile. “So I’ve had quite a lot of time lately to read through the books you were given when they sent you on this mission. I must say I’m finding the histories fascinating but I haven’t quite mastered hieroglyphics yet. If I could just tell which one is a BIRD and which is a…” he trailed off.
Staring out at the sea again, Van Helsing raised an eyebrow. “A cloud?” he guessed with some amusement. But when he glanced over, he saw Carl was not trying to find the right word but, instead, trying to find his handkerchief.
HP- Harry/Neville:
“I hate beig sig.” He rubbed his finger alongside his nose vigorously as an urge to sneeze started up within him.
“I know,” Harry sympathized. “I don’t much like getting sick either.”
Neville sniffed hard and shook his head. His expression slowly changed, eyes squinting, nose twitching. “ehh… ehh-hehhh…” He breathed lightly, the corners of his mouth pulling down. “Uh…”
“All right there, Neville?”
Neville froze, nose twitching, then sighed. He nodded and sniffled. “Yeah. All right,” he echoed.
LOTR- Gimli gets sick- weekly hatching:
Legolas found the dwarf in the sitting room, trying to get comfortable on the chaise. The fire had been put out hours ago, but Gimli still stared at the fireplace. Possibly he wished it relit, or possibly it was really the only thing in the room to look at. Whatever the reason, he stared straight ahead at it, almost unblinkingly, his mouth hanging open loosely. Then, suddenly, another sneeze burst from him. “HURShuhhh!” It was strong and made his whole body shake, and afterwards he hugged the blanket around himself more tightly. He still stared, open-mouthed, at the empty fireplace, though.
The elf walked over to the chaise and sat on the end, sitting as close to Gimli as possible without actually sitting right on top of him. “You are not well!” Legolas plainly exclaimed.
SW AU- I even had the beginning betaed at one point:
Qui-Gon’s gaze fell upon the timepiece which had been shoved to the far end of the desk along with a now fallen stack of papers. “It’s nearly thirteen-hundred,” he pointed out casually, pulling out and stripping off the protection he wore. His handkerchief made quick work of the rest of the cleanup, and when his robes were back in place, there was no way to tell what he’d just been up to.
The young man, on the other hand, jumped up in a panic. Flustered, he wiped himself off with one hand while he yanked his slacks up with the other. Then he lunged for the papers, gathering them up at once and pressing them to his rumbled shirt.
With a hand on the man’s shoulder, Qui-Gon instructed him to paused for one moment more. Qui-Gon straightened the clothes and the papers as well. Then he dipped his head down for an appreciative kiss. It conveyed his satisfaction, but left no doubt about his intentions.
The man nodded back and then darted quickly from the room. Qui-Gon took his time, walking slowly but steadily, arriving to the meeting just in time with his usual cool grace. Familiar-looking papers lay before each seat at the table, and their messenger seemed relieved and out of breath where he stood off to the side.
HP- Sirius is "fascinated" with Remus being a werewolf:
“So how does it feel exactly to transform?” Sirius asked, flopping onto Remus’ bed and stretching out on his back.
Remus carried a book from his trunk to his bag, keeping his eyes on the task and off Sirius. “I’m not really sure I know the right words to explain…” he said, trying hard to avoid answering.
Sirius helped himself to one of Remus’ pillows. He tossed it up in the air and caught it again. “Well you said it hurts a lot. And I’ve seen those pictures in the textbooks. I’m just curious as to how it really feels.”
Remus’ hands fumbled with his things and he grabbed hold of his book tightly to keep his hands from shaking visibly. “I…” he cleared his throat. “I guess it feels as though something inside of me is fighting to get out. And it rips and tears at every bit of me until it’s out. It…” his words died away and his lower lip quivered. He could not think of any words to properly describe the agony and pain. And he knew no textbook drawings did it justice either.
HP- Study of Percy Weasley (P/O):
Oliver nodded with resignation. “Yeah. I think I’m getting sick.”
“Ohh,” Percy sighed, taking his hand off Oliver. “So… do you still want to?”
“uhhhChishhhh! EHChuhhhh!” Oliver rubbed at his nose, sniffed, and coughed to clear his throat. “Yeah… yeah I do. That’s if you don’t mind, of course. I mean I’ve kinda been sneezing all afternoon and I’ve a headache and—”
Percy pulled Oliver close and kissed him. Not a small peck or a gentle, civil kiss. But an all-out snog with Oliver’s runny nose pressed against Percy’s cheek and Percy’s tongue in Oliver’s mouth. Oliver inhaled hard and kissed back as Percy pushed him back onto the bed. Oliver grabbed him and rolled over until he was on top and Percy face-down below.
POTC- Will is sick:
He stripped off his clothes and pulled on the only spare pair of pants and shirt he had with him, wishing he’d brought more. His wet pants and shirts he hung over the end of the bed to dry out a little. Will ran a hand through his dripping hair, trying to dry it out a little, too. He didn’t want to wake up with a sopping wet pillow. On top of the sore throat a wet pillow didn’t seem like the best thing to have his head on as he slept. The term pillow being used loosely, of course, as it was merely a blanket folded into a small rectangle. Sighing, Will stretched and gave a shiver afterwards. Then, rather suddenly, he snapped forward with a violent sneeze. “EhhShhhhh!”
Rather startled, Will sniffled and rubbed a finger beneath his nose. That, most certainly was not from the tumble into the sea. He was still terribly cold, and wanting to wrap up in blankets in front of a fire with Elizabeth at his side. As it was, there was but a small lantern hanging in the middle of the crew’s cabin, and Elizabeth was many leagues away at home.
“Well, that didn’t sound too especially good,” Jack said, arms crossed over his chest, spinning around the door post with a smug look on his fact. “You’ve been sneezing terribly since this afternoon. Are you sure you’re not coming down with something?”
“Positive,” Will replied quickly, snapping his hand back to his lap.
HP- I call this "Remus in denial":
Remus looked down at the textbook. He was supposed to be finished reading through chapter seven by tomorrow and he was only up to chapter four. Every other sentence, however, reminded him of Sirius. “Oh hang it all!” Remus exclaimed, picking up the book and tossing it onto his bed. “I can’t handle studying now!” Ripping the prefect badge from the front of his robes, he threw that onto the bed as well, then dashed from the fifth year boys’ dormitory. He stormed through the common room, not caring who noticed him, for a change. And he didn’t stop until he reached the one place he was sure he wouldn’t be bothered.
SW- This one is called "Young Obi" and it's 18 pages long and I don't even remember writing it! LOL:
“I am ready,” Obi-Wan said with a nod. “Unless you need more sleep.”
“No, no.” Qui-Gon rubbed his hand over his face and stifled a strong yawn. Then he gestured to Obi-Wan to leave. “Go back and wait for me. I won’t be a minute.”
Obi-Wan did as he was told, sitting cross-legged on one side of the sofa. He glanced through his notes while waiting, just to refresh his memory. Another sneeze broke up the sounds of sniffling coming from the bedroom, but when Qui-Gon emerged he looked as normal as ever. In fact, he seemed quite eager to begin. He sat down on the opposite end of the sofa and skimmed the subject matter. Then he softened and looked up at Obi-Wan. “So, Padawan. Tell me about the Luxor Sytem.”
“Luxor…” said Obi-Wan, the answer dancing right at the tip of his tongue. He tried to picture it in his mind but the picture was foggy. He tried to plot a sun somewhere and tried to decide how many planets to place around it, but nothing was working.
“Start with what you know for certain about it. What first comes to your mind when I mention the word ‘Luxor’? Snff!”
“Ore exports,” Obi-Wan said instinctively. Then his eyes opened wide. “Because the planets in the system are rich in metals. There are some refineries but mostly raw materials are shipped out in immense quantities from the system’s four planets. There are also eighteen moons among them which are equally rich in useful elements but due to the lack of atmosphere, they are mined far less.”
“Good,” Qui-Gon said. He swiped surreptitiously at his nose and quickly continued. “Now where I might find the planet Chrizzov?”
This was one Obi-Wan knew. “It’s located in the—”
“Snuff! Snffff!”
“—Denoian Nebula in the Inner Rim.”
HP- Remus & Sirius bodyswap:
Realizing I had reached the room, and hearing the sound of breathing from within, I took a deep breath. I thought I should really take the time to work out exactly what to say before going in, but I greatly feared my nerve. Besides, there was no easy was of saying this. What I needed to do was march in and quickly blurt out ‘Sirius, I cannot let you do this. It is not fair to you.’ Quick, like ripping off a bandage. Then it would be out and done with. Gripping the bag of ingredients I suddenly didn’t know why I’d bought in the first place, I took another deep breath then barged in.
I spotted him sitting on the floor, leaning back against the bed. He looked anxious, and I truly hated to ruin his joy. But I closed my eyes and quickly said, “Sirius, I cannot let you do this! It is not fair to you!”
Problem was, I don’t think he heard me. For at the exact moment I spoke, he spoke as well. The beginnings were different, but the rest were eerily identical. “Remus, I cannot go through with this! It is not fair to you!”
HP- Bill & Remus own a bookstore:
Bill didn’t mention it to Remus, but with the influx of children he wasn’t the least bit surprised Remus had come down with something. Though winter had barely shown itself outside, there were already plenty of runny noses and sniffles to go around. And with Remus’ liberal ‘read while you shop’ policy, there were plenty of kids getting their hands and germs all over the books. Even the best of disinfecting spells couldn’t catch everything. Remus, however, could and did.
The boy plopped some coins on the counter and Bill rang him up and counted out a little change. “I hope you enjoy them,” Bill said, locking the machine then coming around the counter to help the boy collect his books. They were tucked securely under an arm and several thank you’s were exchanged. Then the boy headed out of the shop, the bell above the door ringing in the otherwise practically silent store.
The quiet sounds of pages turning and footsteps of browsers met Bill’s ears. He was sure, however, that Remus’ ears could have heard more, just as his did. Heightened senses were the only real benefit of being a werewolf. But they were probably also partially to blame for why Remus always tried to be quiet whenever possible. He didn’t realize that normal people just didn’t hear sniffles and sneezes the way he did.
SGI- Daniel, naturally:
She did not get a chance to finish her question before he pulled back with a sharp breath and a hand weakly brought up to his nose and mouth. In the split second it took to inhale, his eyes scanned the tables and other surfaces nearby for a tissue box. But he found none and resorted to covering up as best he could. “hitChuhh! huhCHEESHhhhh! Ugh!” He slid his hand under the blankets and wiped it on his pants whish were still just as wet as his handkerchief. “’Scuse me,” he said. When he sniffed to clear his nose a little, his eyebrows both raised involuntarily at the sensation. “I can save you a lot of time,” he said, pausing to clear his throat in the middle of the sentence. “Several days of barely eating and sleeping, several days in torrential downpours and being tossed into ice-cold flood waters when the ground shook with quakes, has given me a cold. And I know there’s nothing I can take so I’d just like to go home, get out of these wet clothes, and get into my bed as soon as possible.”
It was Janet’s turn to raise her eyebrows. Daniel was usually one of the last people on base to want to leave when there was work to be done. And there was always work to be done. “Well all right then. But I’ll need to get a sample of your blood just to be sure you didn’t pick up anything worse than a head cold. And you shouldn’t leave base until we know that for sure.” She walked over to a counter and prepared a needle and vial. “Sam?” she called back. “Could you get a dry change of clothes and a warm towel for Daniel?” she gestured towards her assistants who were still running around busily.
And ending with my favorite WIP...
SW- Obi & Qui:
He stood beside the bed for a while like this, petting, and getting used to the sounds and rhythm of Obi-Wan’s congested breathing. Finally he headed out to find something to eat and catch up on his work. He crossed the room silently, without his rain-soaked robe to weigh him down this time, and pushed the pad by the door to turn the lights back down. He paused a moment, debating whether to shut the door or not. But before he could make up his mind, he heard a rustling from the bed and turned.
Obi-Wan’s eyes fluttered open briefly, just long enough to focus on his master, then quickly they shut again. “You’re hobe,” he breathed with some relief, and smiled.
“I am,” Qui-Gon replied, his voice soft, smooth, and just above a whisper. “And you finally fell asleep, I see. Good for you.” All day he had been trying to get just a bit of rest, but he was either too restless or too sneezey, and for a while both at the same time. But it looked like he’d finally had a bit of sleep at least. And things had somehow seemed so much easier and peaceful just a moment ago when he’d been asleep. “Why don’t you try to go back to sleep? I’ll just be out in the common area reading if you need me.” He turned back around to leave, but from the bed behind him he heard coughing. Loud and harsh. Qui-Gon turned on his heels and went back to the bed. His voice was no longer soft, but strong and worried. “When did you start coughing?” He put his hand to the young man’s forehead but could neither feel nor sense any fever.
Obi-Wan pushed himself up on an elbow to breathe a bit better. “It’s just frub the cogestiod.” He said, clearing his throat. “The cold’s still just id by…” He paused to lift his hand and swipe at his nose with a wet sniffle. “Id by dose. Dod’t worry ‘bout be.”
A box of tissues sat on the headboard, and Qui-Gon pulled several out. “Did I sound worried?” he asked, settling down on the edge of the bed. He pressed the tissues to Obi-Wan’s nose, and the young man blew gently though he was so very congested that it made little difference a moment after.
“You…” Obi-Wan coughed and cleared his throat, then took a deep breath in and out. “You always soud worried whed I’b sick.”
Qui-Gon nodded and smiled. He wiped Obi-Wan’s nose clean with the gentleness needed to keep from hurting Obi-Wan’s red nostrils. “I suppose that’s so. And you sound stuffed up,” Qui-Gon said softly, giving Obi-Wan’s head another comforting stroke. “It’s just hard to watch you feeling sick and uncomfortable when there’s nothing I can do.”
“You do a lot,” replied Obi-Wan, closing his eyes. It seemed for a moment that he might drift off to sleep again, comforted by his master’s presence. But his brow furrowed and his face tensed, eyes shutting more tightly, cheeks raising, jaw dropping. Qui-Gon readied another handful of tissues and held them close to Obi-Wan’s face. “ehhh… eh-PIFChhhhh! EHPFTschhhh!” He rubbed his face into the tissues, snuffling with congestion. Qui-Gon sensed another sneeze on the way Obi-Wan’s face screwed up except for his jaw, which remained dropped, and eyes, which opened though they were slightly teary. “ehhhh-eh-hehhh…” Frustrated that it was taking its time, he rubbed his nose deeper into the handful of tissues. “ehhhh… ihhh…” Suddenly he tensed, and pulled back, looking up for a brief moment. “Hah-” His eyes shut and he fell forward, face back in the tissues. “ehhhPFFTChhhhh! Ahh…” He blew his nose and relaxed again. This was more like it had been all day. Constant sniffling and sneezing without the possibility of rest.
Hope you enjoyed :-)
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Date: 2007-08-08 02:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-08 04:57 am (UTC)I'm so glad you liked that one; it's one of my favorites. It was inspired by a fic I wrote with Legolas sneezing silently. So this fic is where he learns that the "proper" way for elves to sneeze. Haldir isn't especially pleased to have a curious elfling studying him, however :-)
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Date: 2007-08-08 03:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-08 05:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-08 04:28 am (UTC)I am in awe at the sheer number of fandoms you write in (and write well), and I suspect this sampling here is by no means a complete fandom listing. I think I squeed out loud when I saw the Pirates of Dark Water one...wow, that takes me back a bit!
The ST one was great. Love that Q/Picard banter, and I could totally see this scene playing out in my mind, just as though I were watching an episode. It made me miss TNG too.
I was happy to see Daniel and Janet too. Especially Janet. Honestly, I don't think I'd want to read an SG-1 fic where Janet wasn't manning the infirmary. And Daniel's just my adorable ideal geek hottie. *sigh*
I saved the LOTR ones for last, so I could savor them. Yay for nekkid wet elf! You can share that image as often as you like. *G* Though now I'm dying of curiosity as to what transpired to put him in such a state. And it's kinda nice to see the turnaround with Gimli sick in that other snippet. Poor Legolas is on the receiving end so often, I kinda look forward to seeing what kind of caregiver he can be.
That caves series one is the fragment I'm most hoping will eventually be fleshed out into a full fic. Especially when you tease us with that line of Gimli's: “You know how much I worry, and especially after how you were last night," Argh, woman! I MUST know what happened last night now, you do realize this? *G* That little snippet hit so many of my buttons, I didn't even realize until slightly later that there wasn't even any sneezing in it. Sweet worried Gimli - check. Sickly miserable sniffly elf - check. Bed-ridden and needing care - check. A hint of angst - check. And on top of that, a bit more dwarven culture and a fascinating OC. Must...have...more!
Thanks for sharing. Reading these totally made my night!
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Date: 2007-08-08 05:33 am (UTC)I am in awe at the sheer number of fandoms you write in (and write well), and I suspect this sampling here is by no means a complete fandom listing.
That is true. It's pretty typical, though, in that for every random fandom I write, there's a handful of HP, SW and LotR. I grabbed the most recent 50-something documents I've worked on and posted (I think) a total of 46. Thank you for the lovely compliment. And thanks for reading!
I think I squeed out loud when I saw the Pirates of Dark Water one...wow, that takes me back a bit!
I can't believe I grabbed an excerpt without Niddler! He's fun to write *G* I think I stopped writing this one because I really wanted to make it Ren/Ioz and I just wasn't prepared for what that meant. So I stopped writing right before the scene in my head where they have their big confrontation belowdecks.
The ST one was great. Love that Q/Picard banter, and I could totally see this scene playing out in my mind, just as though I were watching an episode. It made me miss TNG too.
I love the show SO much that I tend to DETEST anything I write in the fandom. This excerpt was right at the end of their banter, which is so much fun to write but nothing as good as the real thing. So I left it and walked away to write something else.
I was happy to see Daniel and Janet too. Especially Janet. Honestly, I don't think I'd want to read an SG-1 fic where Janet wasn't manning the infirmary. And Daniel's just my adorable ideal geek hottie. *sigh*
Awww, I totally agree with you. This takes place after the episode a few years ago where the gate wasn't working and Sam was racing around command to fix it and Daniel was stuck off world in the storm/flood. I couldn't resist. Poor Sam's on a guilt trip and Janet just wants to throw her arms up in the air- if it's not one thing it's another :-)
Yay for nekkid wet elf! You can share that image as often as you like. *G* Though now I'm dying of curiosity as to what transpired to put him in such a state.
I am too! That excerpt is actually the ENTIRE fic as it is right now. I got to that point and went "WTF happened to him?". After establishing that I had no idea, I dropped it and tried writing something else in hopes that something would occur to me. I'm still just as curious as you are :-)
And it's kinda nice to see the turnaround with Gimli sick in that other snippet. Poor Legolas is on the receiving end so often, I kinda look forward to seeing what kind of caregiver he can be.
I'm about halfway done with that one. *checks* It's 5 pages long. I should really pick it up again and look at it.
That caves series one is the fragment I'm most hoping will eventually be fleshed out into a full fic. Especially when you tease us with that line of Gimli's: “You know how much I worry, and especially after how you were last night," Argh, woman! I MUST know what happened last night now, you do realize this? *G* That little snippet hit so many of my buttons, I didn't even realize until slightly later that there wasn't even any sneezing in it. Sweet worried Gimli - check. Sickly miserable sniffly elf - check. Bed-ridden and needing care - check. A hint of angst - check. And on top of that, a bit more dwarven culture and a fascinating OC. Must...have...more!
heehee! Yay. This one was fun to work on as well. It's at 8 pages and the excerpt is about halfway through. As for what happened the night before, let's just say Gimli did a LOT of worrying and I saw fit to write this line: There was nothing he liked better when he was ill than snuggling with his dwarf. *G* There are a few little elements that made me write this story, and the lovely OC dwarf is good for exposing several of them from an "outsider"s standpoint. *reads over what I've written so far* Actually, it's fairly close to being done. Where I ended is not a bad ending... but there needs to be a little more in the middle...
ANYWAY, thanks for the lovely happy-making comments! Glad you enjoyed the little glimpses into fics which have not yet seen the light of day :-)
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Date: 2007-08-08 05:55 am (UTC)Nope, I'll never turn down Will-fic! I do admit that Will/Jack just doesn't do much for me anymore, though I still enjoy the fics you've written with them in the past (esp. the fetish one, which definitely is still very, er, engaging - see SW comment below for more on this topic). I'm really amazed at myself at how strongly I feel about the Will/Liz pairing. I'm still bitter I didn't get my Disney ending either. Still, I support Will/Liz/Jack OT3, so even on Will/Jack fics, I'm mostly able to pretend that Jack has dragged Will off on a crazy wild goose chase and Liz was having none of it this time. But anyway, back to your fic snippet: I was sad that Elizabeth was not there to comfort him or worry over him, but on the plus side, her absence gives us lovely angst, so I suppose it's win-win. And I had to laugh and wonder just how Will managed to wind up in the sea this time. *G*
I didn't comment on the SW ones, simply because there were so many, though I was tempted to make a snarky remark about Obi still not having much luck with his lightsaber. ;) I'm sure if I read more of the 'Qui-fetish' one, it would probably be just as successful as the other ones at getting me going, so to speak. I don't think I'll ever get tired of those.
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Date: 2007-08-09 02:40 am (UTC)This totally made my day! You are just amazing. So many fabulous fics to look forward to :) I loved all the puppies, just peeking at the dynamics between them. And "hot" Remus, I can't imagine why he feels that way :)
The body swap fic sounds very interesting too.
I also loved sick Remus and Snape fics. I soooo loved your "A Week's Worth of Visits" fic.
I also can't wait to read all the other HP SF's - Harry and Neville, Fred and George, Percy and Oliver and especially Bill and Remus :)
And my Pirates too - I'm ashamed to admit that I STILL haven't seen the movie, but I'd love to see a new fic.
The Northern Exposure excited me too - I just got to DVR the "Russian Flu" episode , so a Jel fic would be especially yummy.
And of course the Strokes, and sneezing Daniel Jackson - you tease you, it's enough to make a girl crazy with anticipation :)
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Date: 2007-08-09 04:44 am (UTC)Such a teaser!
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Date: 2007-08-10 05:19 am (UTC)