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Link to my land at Archive Of Our Own:

My stories at AO3


Link to my WIP Faculty fic novel:

High Contrast


My stories range all over the map ratings-wise, so be sure you're reading something you want to read. :)

Fandoms include The Lord of the Rings, The Faculty, Star Trek (TOS and AOS), and Penny Dreadful.


Enjoy!

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Reposting my Veteran's Day story.


Soldier's Wife


Hope you're all well.

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My first post at DW! Hello!

This is for addie71, on the occasion of her birthday. (The title is a prompt from a drabble box, and will probably change eventually.)



Tease


Casey kept his gaze down as his feet crunched through the light snow, his breath puffing crystalline, and smiled to himself at the sound of Mother's engine as the GTO roared off into the night. The taste of Zeke's mouth, with that dusty tobacco tang, was still on his, and he'd almost reached the back gate when he looked up and stopped with a painful start - Claire Stanton leaned against the jamb of the back fence gate, smoking a cigarette. A wicked smile curled her lips as she looked past him at the receding taillights, and then down at his flushed face. She'd always reminded him of Shelley Winters, especially in that Lolita movie. Maybe that was the reason he'd never trusted her - she had an air of knowing everyone's secrets that put him on edge.

And with that knowing look, she pushed away from the gate and leaned her face towards his. Feeling a thread of panic, Casey almost pulled back, but Claire only sniffed lightly at his hair and neck, then straightened up, looking like a cat with a canary under its paw.

"Casey," she purred, shaking her head. Then she took a long drag off her cigarette and leaning in again, blew the smoke in a thin stream over the front of his shirt and up over his hair. Straightening up, her smile was softer.

"Lucky for you I decided I needed a smoke," she said. She took his chin lightly in her hand, and Casey had to clamp down to keep from trembling. She moved her thumb gently near his lips. "So," she said, and a dark grey roar filled his head at her next question, "is he a good kisser?"

Oh god, oh fuck me, his brain stammered and stuck there, fear chittering like an insect behind his eyes. He managed to stay still, he didn't know how but he did. He could feel his skin burning, but the air was biting cold so maybe that wasn't so suspicious. More it was that look in her eye, like she knew exactly what was going on. Goddammit, Connor, he thought desperately, you had one job to do.

He opened his mouth, not knowing what he could say. Not like this, he thinks, terrified at the humiliation of being exposed by his mother's friend ten feet from the kitchen door. But Claire gave a little laugh, let go of his chin, and instead stroked his hair from his forehead with her fingertips.

"My brother fell in love when he was seventeen," she whispered. "He had to leave town because of it. I haven't seen him in twenty years." She smiled sadly and touched the tip of his nose. "Your secret's safe with me, Casey."

Rigid from the effort of keeping calm, he let out a long breath and closed his eyes. "Thank you," he murmured, opening his eyes, and suddenly he was sorry he ever mistrusted this woman, with her candy-hard shell that turned out to hide a butter-soft heart. Just like Shelley Winters. "Claire, I -" he began, but she shook her head and shushed him.

"I just hope he treats you right," she said. "Go on inside now." Casey ducked his head and walked into the yard, headed for the back door, "and Casey?" he stopped.

A huff as she blew smoke out. "You let me know if he doesn't." Casey held his breath, thrown off for a moment by the feel of someone he hardly even knew having his back. After a moment, he nodded, and went inside.

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Chapter 43 of High Contrast

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For gabi_fics, on the occasion of her birthday.


Saddle


With a grin, Zeke reaches out to his boy. "Need a hand?"

Casey snorts. "I think I've got it." Setting his grip, he pulls himself up and over.

"Whoa," Zeke laughs, grabbing Casey's wrist as he nearly overbalances. "Watch out."

A soft laugh. "Kinda frisky," Casey murmurs.

"Stallions are like that," Zeke answers, and licks his lips.

"Yeah?" Casey says. He leans down, pressing with his knees to keep in place, feeling strong hot muscles twitching beneath them, and kisses Zeke. "Never ridden another one, you know."

"I better not hear otherwise," Zeke answers softly. "Okay, come on." Casey straightens up. "Got your balance?" Casey nods. Looking up at him, Zeke feels the urge to sigh. "You are so fucking sexy right now," he almost groans.

"If I am, it's 'cause of you," Casey tells him, his eyes intent and eager.

"Babe," Zeke whispers, and then slaps him on the thigh. "Come on, let's see what you've got."

In response he gets a wicked grin as Casey leans forward and, grabbing a fistful of mane, bears down and slams into the saddle. Zeke throws his head back, bucking up into the air at the sense of tight, gripping heat, and with a shudder and a cry, they take off.


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Here's a little crackfic I wrote on a comment board a few days ago. Alien Resurrection is the source.

Heehee!


She


You think she's not interested, her eyes are so cold. But then she approaches you slowly, her tall, lithe frame exuding power. Her head extends just a little towards you, her nostrils flare, and her eyes sharpen like a hawk's. The skin of her muscled arms shivers lightly, as if something were moving just underneath it. "Well now," Ripley murmurs in her low, amused voice, "what have we here?"

You think she's not interested, but then she leans in close, her face at your neck, smelling you with an intensity that makes you think perhaps this wasn't such a good idea. The scent of her skin is hot and animal, but not really animal. Something else, something weird and thick and wrong, and it arcs down your spine all the way to your groin. Ripley sees it in your eyes and grins, her beautiful white teeth parting to let the silver ones emerge.

That's when you start screaming...

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For mews1945, on her birthday. I hope you're having a lovely day, sweetie. Feel better!


NOTE: This is NOT the end of the story. Really. Keep that in mind.

That said, enjoy!

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Miracles
by Serai


Outside the penthouse windows, the blizzard still rages. Nine hours it's been, and the weather reports all say it'll be going for another three days at least. From this high up, Lake Shore Drive is invisible, but the orange glow of the streetlamps far below echoes up through the storm, turning it into a gently flickering, flashing blanket of gold that renders Lake Michigan invisible, just a barely sensed expanse of emptiness beyond the chaos. Zeke sits against the headboard of his bed, watching the wild movements of wind and snow, and for the first time in ten years, ( he wishes he had a cigarette... )

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Chapter 39 of High Contrast
Chapter 40
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Yay, got it done!

So, this is for addie71, on the occasion of her birthday. I hope it was a lovely day, sweetheart!



Saturday
by Serai


Saturday has been Zeke's processing day since he first started cooking and selling scat. He spends a few hours in the boathouse, usually in the afternoon, emptying the end receptacle of his rig, grinding the contents to a fine powder, and then packaging it using the big boxes of cheap Bics he picks up at the Walmart on 8th Street. When that's done and he has his weekly inventory ready, he spends some time cleaning the rig piece by piece, unplugging or unscrewing each component and washing it with care. The whole thing has to be spotless for the next batch, because Zeke doesn't hold with impurities in his product. Sure, it's a shit excuse for a drug, but it's well-made shit, and that's what his customers expect. Not that they'd know the difference, but he has his pride.

He's gotten a late start today, though, and he's still finishing up lunch ( when the doorbell rings... )

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Chapter 37 of High Contrast
Chapter 38
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Off naemi's prompt: morning sex. Thanks, girl!

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Dawn

He arches his back and moans, the sizzling rush of water pounding his skin, hands gripping his hips, holding him steady as the sweet, rich madness of orgasm barrels down on him. Words echo in his ears (love you, love you so much) and he cries out, wet soft lips warm mouth sucking him, pushing him up, up into the light, endless light, brilliant pulsing in time with his slamming heartbeat and and and...

Even as it fades, Casey reaches out for it, trying desperately to catch hold, drag it back, stay in that light forever, but it's gone, gone...gone, leaving him gasping and cold in the rising dawn, the sound of the California surf sighing softly through the window, and his arms tremble as they close around the space where once a lover lay warm in his arms.

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Chapter 35 of High Contrast
Chapter 36
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I asked for a prompt to get the taste of angst out of my mouth. danae_b thought "taste" would be a good prompt. I thought so too.

*sigh*

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Midnight


Zeke stands with his head pressed against the kitchen cabinet, looking down at the glass of water on the counter, the glass of water he can't drink. He rubs his eyes. How many times has he stood here, like this - up against the counter, looking down? His throat closes. Right now the moonlight is shining through the glass, making a faint shadow on the grey tile. Ripples mar the surface as first one droplet hits, then another.

He's tired of this. He wants to sleep straight through the night. He wants to go out to the lake. He wants to look at things in the moonlight. He wants to be what he once was. At least that was known, he understood its contours. He knew the map, but now the terrain has changed. Hours and days and weeks pile up before him, and the color is bled out of his life the way the moon has bled it out of his kitchen.

He wants his mind back. He wants his body back. He wants himself back.

He thinks about making scat. He thinks about the gun. He thinks about Casey's skin, and how his mouth tasted of water, and he's only just now realized it.

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Chapter 34 of High Contrast
Chapter 35
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So here it is. Enjoy this odd little side trip!

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Walk
by Serai


"Yeah!"

The voice responding to his knock was the same, no doubt about it: husky and dark, nonchalant, not even bothering to invite in whoever was outside. So this whole thing hadn't been wishful thinking, or mistaken identity, or a lookalike twin. Casey shook his head and laughed to himself as he opened the door, to be taken aback ( by the sight that greeted him... )

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Note: This is my 100th work at AO3.