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Monthly Round-up 12/08 to 03/09

2009-07-04T13:48:15Z

American Psycho

This Christmas: Patrick Bateman, R. Every year Patrick Bateman shows his appreciation to one of the artists who created his favorite holiday song.

Brideshead Revisited

A Glimpse: Charles/Sebastian, PG. Drabble.

DC Comics

Photographs: Starfire (Koriand’r)/Wonder Girl (Donna Troy), PG. Drabble.

Dollhouse

Doll In The Box- An Echo Fanmix

Elfquest

The Long Winter: Cutter/Nightfall/Redlance, PG. Drabble.

Overflowing: Dewshine/Scouter/Tyleet, PG. Drabble.

Harry Potter

Strawberry Gashes: Bellatrix Lestrange/Alice Longbottom, R. Drabble.

Marvel Comics

Cold Fusion: Northstar/Quicksilver, R. Drabble.

Merlin (BBC)

Lady in Waiting: Morgana/Gwen, G. Drabble.

Her Father's Daughter: Uther/Morgana with maybe a hint of Uther/Morgana's father. PG-13.   In many ways, Morgana reminded Uther of her father.

Let Me Serve You: Gwen/Morgana, NC-17. “Tonight,” Morgana whispered, “let me serve you.”

The Other Boleyn Girl

Unspeakable Sins: Jane Parker, George/Mary/Anne Boleyn, PG-13. Drabble.

Sandman

From Delight to Delirium -A Delirium Fanmix

The Tutors

No More Aloft On Wings of Song: Thomas Tallis/William Compton, PG. Drabble.

The Wizard of Oz

The Train to Kansas City: Dorothy/Ozma, G. Drabble.

Monthly Round-Up 04/09-05/09 (Catching up)

2009-07-04T01:21:17Z

DC Comics

The Princess and the Shadow: Kate Kane (Batwoman), PG-13. Kate Kane’s decision to become Batwoman was not triggered by some horrific trauma, but was rather the culmination of a lifetime lived in the company of a secret self.

Historical

The Vanity of Kings: Henry VIII/Katherine Howard, Henry VIII/Anne Boleyn. PG. Drabble.

Jem and the Holograms

Reading Lessons: Roxy/Stormer (allusions to past Stormer/Kimber), PG-13. Set after the Roxy Rumbles episode. While Stormer is helping her with her reading, Roxy finds out her friend was in a relationship with Kimber Benton when the two of them were cutting an album together. This knowledge forces Roxy to examine her own feelings for Stormer.

The Violet Sea: Kimber/Stormer. G. Drabble.

Tin Man

Most of All: Glitch (Ambrose)/Lavender Eyes. G. Drabble.

Torchwood

Protect and Betray: Gwen/Owen, Gwen/Rhy. PG-13. Drabble.

Watchmen

Human Understanding: Jon/Laurie, Dan/Laurie, PG. Drabble.

June 2009 Monthly Round-Up

2009-07-04T01:00:13Z

It's been a while since I've posted a monthly round-up of my fics. I thought it was time to start again.

Crossover

Vinegar Pie: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Pushing Daisies, Faith/Ned, R (Warning: non con): Faith wanted to purge the taste of sweetness.

Dark Angel

Any Where I Lay My Head Is Home: Alec/Normal, NC-17. Alec was a genetically engineered meta-human with a lifetime of covert military training. Still, he somehow managed to make a mess of things on a fairly regular basis.

Dollhouse

The Lure: Paul Ballard/November (Mellie), R. Drabble

Greek Mythology

Scarlet and Gold: Medea/Jason, R. After Medea killed her brother, she claimed Jason as her own.

Hellboy II: The Golden Army

Feel as I Feel: Abe/Nuala/Nuada. PG-13. Nuala and Nuada had a bond, each felt what the other felt, even in the most intimate moments.

Historical

In Arles: Vincent Van Gogh/Paul Gauguin, R. Paul came to Arles hoping for a bohemian life rich in passion and drama. He got what he wanted and more.

Jem and the Holograms

The Human Touch: Minx/Techrat, PG. Drabble.

Mad Men

Stranger Still: Peggy Olsen/Pete Campbell, PG. Drabble.

Promethea

It's Not Me, It's You: Stacia/Sophie, R. Drabble.

True Blood

Her Shimmering: Maryann/Sam, NC-17 (Warning- dub con). So he was naked… and stealing… and the woman who lived in the house was there and she thought he was interesting…

Moaning Low: Bill/Sookie, R. Drabble.

Watchmen

Thou Hast Conquered, O Pale Galilean: Dan (Nite Owl II)/Adrian (Ozymandias), R. Adrian never understood the appeal of martyrdom till Dan attacked him. After that he wanted more.

V-Day: Nurse/Silhouette, R. The day the war ended, anything was possible.

Her Shimmering: True Blood Fic

2009-06-20T18:55:17Z

Author: Bitterfig
Title: Her Shimmering
Fandom: True Blood
Pairing: Maryann/Sam
Summary: So he was naked… and stealing… and the woman who lived in the house was there and she thought he was interesting…
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 995
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Explicit sex with elements of D/s and a hint of dub con. Also Maryann is an adult woman and Sam is a 17 year old boy (it’s canon, it’s not just me being dirty minded).
Author’s Note: This refers directly to events in Season 2 Episode 1 of True Blood.

Her Shimmering

So he was naked… and stealing… and the woman who lived in the house was there and she thought he was interesting…

“I’m Maryann,” the woman said. “What’s your name?”

There was something about her that was off. She seemed so much bigger than him, as though he was still a dog looking up at a towering human being. It was as if she filled the room, pressing too close to him.

“I’m Sam,” he managed to say. His voice sounded high and hollow, like it wasn’t really coming from him. “I didn’t mean any harm, ma’am. I’ll get right out of here, no need to call the police.”

“Tell me, Sam,” the woman, Maryann, said with a smile. “If you came home to find a beautiful, naked woman lying in your bed would you call the police?”

“I haven’t got a home anymore,” Sam blurted out. “My parents left me a couple of months ago. Since then I’ve been living on hand-outs….”

He stopped. Her words sunk in.

There’s a beautiful naked woman lying in your bed… would you call the police?

“Oh…”

Suddenly he realized what she was saying. She was talking about sex. He flushed hot but at the same time felt icy with fear. She was there, so close to him. She put her hand on his stomach, right over his navel. Her fingers were curled up so just the palm was touching his bare skin. Funny, he didn’t feel her hand on his belly. He felt it on his dick. He felt himself getting hard.

“You want to, don’t you?” Maryann whispered, her lips just barely touching his ear. Her breath was warm and it smelled sweet like ripe fruit and smoke. Her hand drifted down, her fingers raking through scant hair on his stomach that grew thicker the lower you went. Sam whimpered. Every instinct was telling him to run but her touch felt so good, he didn’t ever want it to stop.

Maryann laughed, a light breezy laugh.

“Poor thing,” she cooed. “You’ve never done this before, have you?”

“No ma’am,” Sam admitted. “Not with anyone else anyway.”

“You are so adorable. You don’t know what to do, do you?”

“I took a special class at church on abstaining, they told us a little about what not to do...”

“Then I’ll just have to show you, won’t I?”

Her fingers closed around his shaft. She tugged gently, leading him. He followed obediently into the opulent bedroom. She gave him an abrupt, forceful push and he fell heavily onto the pillow-strewn bed.

“You don’t have to do a thing, Sam,” she said. He noticed there was a sort of brisk, businesslike tone at the edge of her voice. She rested her index finger lightly on the head of his penis. “You just lie back and I’ll make you nice and hard for me.”

Her mouth engulfed him and for a moment he thought he must be dreaming except that it was better than anything he’d dreamed. Her lips, her tongue, her cheeks and even her teeth moving against his dick so hot and close he thought he’d come in two seconds flat but then she drew back, went slower and he was moaning with anticipation, thrashing against her trying to make her give him more. He even tried to grab her head to make her suck it but when he did she gave him a stinging slap across the face and he knew better than to try again. Her rules. She was in charge.

“Good,” she said after a few more minutes of pleasuring him. “You’re ready now.” She hoisted herself up, pulling off her clothes. “Touch me here,” she ordered bringing his hands to her breasts. “Good, good boy. Yes that’s right.” She straddled him and took hold of his dick, rubbing it between her legs. Down there she was wet, every bit as wet as her mouth had been, maybe even more so. She was hovering above him, seeming again larger than life, his dick standing straight up, pressing against that hot molten part of her, then she started to push down.

Sam had always thought of it as a hole between a woman’s legs, that’s what he’d always heard but it wasn’t a hole at all. At first it felt just like any part of a body, like she was trying to push him into her arm or her knee and it almost hurt for a minute, for a second he was scared she was going to crush him then suddenly something yielded and he was inside her, surrounded by her, pressed close on all sides. It was tighter than her mouth had been, hotter, scarier and when she started to move up and down he thought he was going to pass out. It was different, and better than anything he had imagined in the several times a day fantasies he’d had for the past five years.

Then she started to shimmer….

Everything started to ripple and quake, just like it did before he changed. It rattled him to climax inside her but his pleasure had splurged into panic.

It was her game, but he was scared of her now. He pushed her off of him, away from him.

She laughed.

“You’re not the only one who’s special.” She said.

When she left him alone he started looking for something to steal. He knew he couldn’t stay. His animal instincts had warned him. She was dangerous. If he stayed with her he’d be her pet. Sam Merlotte wouldn’t exist any more.

He opened a drawer and there was the money. Enough money that he could get a room somewhere, maybe finish school, live like a human being instead of a stray. He gathered up the money and got out, got away, got away from her.

Until the day she reappeared in his life, he never looked back.

Moaning Low: True Blood Drabble

2009-06-19T11:14:54Z

Author: Bitterfig
Title: Moaning Low
Fandom: True Blood
Pairing: Bill/Sookie
Summary: Past and present, pleasure and pain.
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 236
Rating: R
Warnings: Vampire sex.
Author’s Note: This is my first attempt at writing in the True Blood fandom.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same. I do not profit from the fan fiction I write, and all rights to the characters remain firmly in the hands of their creator.

Moaning Low

Sex was still new enough to Sookie that when Bill was inside her she could feel, on the very edge of her pleasure, a ring of searing pain. It was good though, she wanted to feel it. When Bill sunk his fangs into her throat, pain joined pain and the ring deep inside her seemed to expand outward until her whole body blazed with feeling, burned the way she imagined Bill would burn in the afternoon sun.

She bucked against him, moaning low just like the lyrics of the old blues song. Sometimes when she was working in the kitchen, Gran used to play an old timey music station out of New Orleans. Tinny-sounding jazz and blues from the 20’s and 30’s. Jason always made fun but Sookie liked the sound, the music made her feel close to her grandmother…

Yes, she was thinking about Gran, thinking about her grandmother while Vampire Bill Compton was inside her, frantically sucking and thrusting. Vampires weren’t the only ones who lived one foot in the present, one foot in the past, now and then bending and folding, each one containing the other.

Bill stiffened against her. She felt the warm liquid burst of him inside her. He lay still beside her, her blood on his lips and stroked her hair.

“If I had breath, I would be gasping,” he said. “You have a fire inside you, Sookie Stackhouse.”

Anywhere I Lay My Head Is Home: Dark Angel Fic

2009-06-18T21:54:14Z

Author: Bitterfig
Title: Anywhere I Lay My Head Is Home
Fandom: Dark Angel
Pairing: Alec/Normal
Summary: Alec was a genetically engineered meta-human with a lifetime of covert military training. Still, he somehow managed to make a mess of things on a fairly regular basis.
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 944
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex. Normal.
Author’s Note: Written for Oxoniensis: Porn Battle VIII for the prompt “fantasy”. This is actually a pairing I’ve always wanted to write. Normal’s fawning admiration for Alec is one of the few canon man crushes I’ve ever spotted on network television.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same. I do not profit from the fan fiction I write, and all rights to the characters remain firmly in the hands of their creator.

Anywhere I Lay My Head Is Home

Alec was a genetically engineered meta-human with a lifetime of covert military training. Still, he somehow managed to make a mess of things on a fairly regular basis.

Case in point, the situation involving Heather, Kerri and the cute barista; three girls Alec had been dating who had independently become aware of each other’s existence. As a result, Kerri and the cute barista were staking out his apartment while Heather was waiting for him at Crash, doing shots and getting madder and meaner by the minute.

A bad situation, but not especially unusual. When this sort of thing happened Alec’s standard M.O. was to lay low at Joshua’s. However when he rode up to Joshua’s house he noticed the motorcycle out front.

Max.

Next to Heather, Kerri and the cute barista she was about the last person he wanted to deal with. She’d either want to continue the argument they’d been having at work all day or make it her business to pry into why he was there then judge him accordingly. Staying at Joshua’s was apparently not an option after all.

So Alec decided to think outside the box.

Hitting Normal up for overnight lodgings turned out to be a stroke of genius. When Alec showed up at his door, Normal was overjoyed. Positively radiant. Alec could honestly not remember anyone ever having been so glad to see him.

Normal listened to the whole sordid tale of Heather, Kerri and the cute barista (as well as several other stories about Alec’s exploits) in rapt awe, all the while fetching Alec beers, bringing him snacks, plumping the pillows for him, and changing the channels on the T.V.

Apparently extending his hospitality to Alec was Normal’s dearest held dream come true.

It was sort of pathetic, but Alec found himself enjoying it immensely. He liked attention and it went without saying that he hadn’t gotten doted on a whole lot at the Manticore Headquarters during his formative years.

“Woo boy, you have some kind of adventures with the ladies,” Normal declared and smacked him on the back in an excessively hearty manner.

“Woo boy.” Alec agreed.

“Say,” Normal’s hand lingered on his shoulder. “You feel a little tight, Monty. Am I overworking you? You want me to get those kinks out? I’ve been told I have magic hands.”

Okay. Normal was offering him a massage. Normal, who had a poorly concealed mancrush on Alec, was offering him a massage.

It was the sort of thing a school kid might try on the girl he liked. Not slick. And Alec knew that even if he did say yes Normal would never have the nerve to take it any further.

It was sort of pathetic but still, a man has to have his dreams.

“Sure,” Alec said. “Why not,” and took his shirt off.

Surprisingly, the massage turned out to be just what Alec needed. Normal had good, strong hands, and Alec was tense. Life on the run and all that. He let himself relax, let himself drift.

Gradually, his thoughts turned to sex as they so often did. He’d wanted to get laid that night, wasn’t that the whole point of Heather, Kerri and the cute barista? Alec depended on sex. He thrived on the thrill of it, but it was something else to him. Sex was the one time he could feel safe, close to someone else, not alone.

It was sort of pathetic but he almost wished Normal would try something. Unfortunately the guy was so deep in denial there was no chance of that. Normal might have his fantasies but he’d no more acknowledge them than Alec would acknowledge his loneliness.

Still, who turns down a fantasy come true?

Alec rotated his bare shoulders against Normal’s hands.

“That’s good,” he said. “Lower. Yeah. A little lower.” He got Normal’s hands down to his lower back then grabbed hold of them, guided them around his waist, over his stomach, across his chest. Normal made a noise like a wounded squishy toy. “It’s okay,” Alec assured him. “It’s okay you like me. Its okay you like my body. Just for tonight, you don’t have to pretend.”

“You’re my employee,” Normal was trying to pull himself together. “This is a violation of the code of ethics….”

“Just for tonight, that doesn’t matter.” He turned around so they were face to face and took off Normal’s glasses.

Normal was sort of dweebish but well built, huge arms, broad chest somehow contrasted with the almost childlike wonder on his face. It was turning Alec on. He unbuttoned his fly, pulled down his jeans and underwear and guided Normal’s hand to his erection. He was rewarded by another of those sounds midway between a sob and a squeal of delight.

Normal’s fingers wrapped around his cock, gentle, almost reverent, coaxing him, teasing (did Normal know how to tease?) till he was almost unbearably hard.

That was when Normal went down on his knees.

“Yes,” Alec whispered. “God, yes.”

Normal took him in his mouth, tongue pliant and sleek against his shaft, sucking in rhythm. Alec didn’t try to force it, he only rubbed Normal’s shoulders, shouting, actually shouting encouragement until finally he exploded in orgasm.

Thinking on it afterwards, he would remember Normal swallowing his semen so he could say “thank you.” “Thank you,” that was what he said, again and again. In retrospect, this seemed strange to Alec because he hadn’t done anything for Normal. He didn’t even know if Normal had gotten off but he didn’t think about it that night. He just wrapped himself in Normal’s big arms and satiated fell asleep.

V Day: Watchmen Fic

2009-06-17T22:11:46Z

Author: Bitterfig
Title: V Day
Fandom: Watchmen (Movieverse)
Pairing: Nurse/Silhouette
Summary: The day the war ended, anything was possible.
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 359
Rating: R
Warning: Sex.
Author’s Note: Written for the Oxoniensis: Porn Battle VII prompts “possessive, finale, victory.” It is being used for 100_women prompt #036—Kiss. (click here to see my 100_women progress chart).
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same. I do not profit from the fan fiction I write, and all rights to the characters remain firmly in the hands of their creator.

V Day

It was the day of victory. The war was over, the good guys had won and it seemed like everything you’d ever heard about truth, justice and the American way might just be true after all.

Times Square churned with people, laughing and crying. Sirens and cheers and the sound of bells ringing filled the air. All around me, and in me, were triumph and euphoria.

At that moment, it felt like we were on the brink of a golden age of heroism and that the world could be made into whatever I wanted it to be.

What I wanted was to be seen. The Silhouette brought to light. I wanted to show them who I really was. I wasn’t sure how, but then I saw her.

Amidst all the millions of people, there she was waiting for me and only me – a nurse all in white like an angel or a bride. You could tell from her eyes that she’d seen things working the wards. That she’d seen men lose their limbs or lose their minds, that she’d seen blood and fear and pain. There was something else in those eyes too though. There was still a bright hope shining.

I walked through the crowd, never hesitating. I swept her up in my arms and I kissed her. I claimed her. She never resisted, she melted into my kiss, clinging to me. She knew that I was the fulfillment of all her hopes.

I took her back to my secret headquarters. We didn’t exchange names. There was no need for names. I was the Silhouette and she was mine. Whatever she had been before didn’t matter. The boy she’d loved in whatever small town she came from, the soldiers she’d danced with, all that was forgotten as I showed her what two women together could do. Her nails clawing my hips as we rode together, sex pressed to sex. Her tongue finding a rhythm inside me, the leather handle of my riding crop pounding. There were fireworks all that night in Times Square, and inside me. A grand finale that lasted till dawn on that day of victory.

In Arles: Historical Ficlet

2009-06-16T18:27:13Z

Author: Bitterfig
Title: In Arles
Fandom: Historical
Pairing: Vincent Van Gogh/Paul Gauguin
Summary: Paul came to Arles hoping for a bohemian life rich in passion and drama. He got what he wanted and more.
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 385
Rating: R
Warning: Sexuality, alcohol abuse, rampant historical inaccuracy, excessive clinginess, implied ear amputation and the crazy.
Author’s Note: Written for Oxoniensis: Porn Battle VIII for the prompt “Passion”.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same. I do not profit from the fan fiction I write, and all rights to the characters remain firmly in the hands of their creator.

In Arles

Paul came to Arles hoping for a bohemian life rich in passion and drama. Anything had to be better than the dullness and frustration of his previous existence.

He came knowing there was something between him and Vincent. Their friendship had come on fast and strong. There was a lightning flash to it, an intensity that wasn’t normal. That was good. Normal was what he wanted to escape.

Vincent greeted him with sunflowers; painting of sunflowers, vases of sunflowers. A greeting as overwhelming as it was thoughtful. It was the first hint that Vincent might be too much for Paul.

Still, for a while things seemed to be going well. They both produced some fine paintings between tumbles in the sunlit fields and kisses in the bright kitchen. At night in the smoky cafes they would hire women to share. Both erotically and artistically, all Paul’s hopes seemed to be on the verge of coming true.

Except that something was not right with Vincent.

Because Paul had let down some boundaries with him, Vincent seemed to think that there should be no closed doors between them, no privacy, no separation of any kind. It was as though he wanted them to share the same skin as they shared the same house. Vincent would burst in on him in the privy rambling excitedly about the angle of light or an idea for a painting. Paul might go to bed alone but he would wake to find Vincent curled up beside him.

He couldn’t breathe.

They argued. At first Vincent was able to smooth things over with sex. Paul found it difficult to demand his space with a hand around his cock. Yet soon enough even sex became suffocating and Vincent’s advances became repulsive to him.

Vincent’s passion threatened to consume him.

Tension mounted between them. Both were drinking heavily, neither painting. Vincent grew increasingly incoherent and violent. Paul would go to sleep with his door barricaded and wake to Vincent frantically sucking his cock, weeping, calling him Theo….

Then finally he woke with a razor to his throat, frantic blue eyes, a splash of blood that was not his but Vincent’s.

That was when Paul fled, abandoning the very passion and drama he’d yearned for, hoping dull normalcy would have him back at least for a time.

The Lure: Dollhouse drabble

2009-06-15T18:23:57Z

Author: Bitterfig
Title: The Lure
Fandom: Dollhouse
Pairing: Paul Ballard/November (Mellie)
Summary: Freedom was a part of the Dollhouse’s trap.
Beta Reader: Fedink
Rating: R
Warnings: Sexuality, language.
Author’s Note: Written for Oxoniensis: Porn Battle VIII for the prompt “freedom”.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same. I do not profit from the fan fiction I write, and all rights to the characters remain firmly in the hands of their creator.

The Lure

After Ballard found out Mellie was a Doll, he didn’t think he’d be able to touch her again.

He ended up surprising himself.

It turned out there was a terrifying, exhilarating freedom in fucking someone you knew wasn’t real.

Before, he’d felt a responsibility towards her. Her feelings had mattered to him. He’d wanted her to think well of him. He’d cared. Now though he knew that the muffiny girl-next-door was really a made-to-order fuck doll, a hot, sucking honey cunt programmed for him.

He’d never known such abandon.

For the first time he truly understood the appeal of the Dollhouse.

The Human Touch: Jem and the Holograms Drabble

2009-06-15T11:56:14Z

Author: Bitterfig
Title: The Human Touch
Fandom: Jem and the Holograms
Pairing: Minx/Techrat
Summary: Techrat did not like people as a rule. Minx was the exception.
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count:
Rating: PG
Warnings: implied sexuality.
Author’s Note: Written for Oxoniensis: Porn Battle VIII for the prompt “touch”.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same. I do not profit from the fan fiction I write, and all rights to the characters remain firmly in the hands of their creator.

The Human Touch

Techrat did not like people as a rule. Minx was the exception.

It wasn’t because she was pretty. Techrat never noticed her hair or make-up or what she was wearing. He could care less about her long legs or firm little breasts. What he liked about Minx was that she understood machines. She had a proper reverence for them, she respected them and knew how to handle them. She could take apart a synthesizer, put it back together and make it even better. In anyone else’s hands it would just be rubble.

Techrat thought of himself as a machine. That was why he didn’t let anyone touch him. He was afraid they’d mess him up somehow or break him. Minx though he could trust to touch him.

Though when she did touch him, he didn’t feel like a machine at all….

Vinegar Pie: Crossover Fic (Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Pushing Daisies)

2009-06-14T13:10:31Z

Author: Bitterfig
Title: Vinegar Pie
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Pushing Daisies
Pairing: Faith/Ned
Summary: Faith wanted to purge the taste of sweetness.
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 364
Rating: R
Warnings: Dark Fic from a very light fandom. Dub-con.
Author’s Note: Written for Oxoniensis: Porn Battle VIII for the prompt “sweet”. I’m very ashamed of this story. Writing this was like stomping a big eyed puppy but it just sort of came to me in this form.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same. I do not profit from the fan fiction I write, and all rights to the characters remain firmly in the hands of their creator.

Vinegar Pie

She didn’t quite know what to make of the Piemaker. He killed people but he brought them back to life, or rather he killed people if he brought someone else back to life for over a minute… Or something like that. There were a lot of rules she didn’t quite understand.

Basically he was some kind of freak, supernatural but not a vampire or a demon, and Faith would have happily cut his head off or ripped his heart out but it didn’t seem to occur to him to fight her. He gave her pie and started explaining it all and after she’d listened for a while she really believed it wasn’t his fault, he hadn’t cast a spell or done anything wrong. He just had this power and was trying to deal with it.

He told her about his dead dog and his dead girlfriend (neither of whom was really dead but who would be if he touched them). He showed Faith a picture of the girlfriend, a pretty brunette woman in a bright vintage dress. They seemed made for each other.

It was all very sweet. He was sweet; the pecan praline chocolate pie was sweet. Maybe it was too sweet. It made her teeth hurt; it made her sort of angry.

So she fucked him.

He might be pining for the corpse in the thrift store dress, but when Faith got her tongue down his throat and her hand down his pants he reacted like any man would. He might have babbled about the girlfriend and not wanting it but he got hard. He came. As far as Faith was concerned that was equal to consent.

Until she realized he was crying, then she knew she’d gone too far. She took off. She never told anyone about it. She was supposed to be better than that now, she was supposed to have learned, but there was a part of her that remained vicious and dangerous.

She’d hated him for his innocence; she’d wanted to bring him down to her level, to purge the unaccustomed taste of sweetness out of her mouth. She only succeeded in replacing it with a familiar sourness.

It's Not Me, It's You: Promethea Drabble

2009-06-14T01:33:04Z

Author: Bitterfig
Title: It’s Not Me, It’s You
Fandom: Promethea
Summary: When it came to sexuality, Stacia was totally in denial.
Pairing: Stacia/Sophie
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 132
Rating: R
Warning: Sexuality
Author’s Note: Written for Oxoniensis: Porn Battle VIII for the prompt “projection”.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same. I do not profit from the fan fiction I write, and all rights to the characters remain firmly in the hands of their creator.

It’s Not Me, It’s You

Unlike the more voluptuous Stacia, Sophie was skinny and flat-chested enough that she really didn’t need to wear a bra. Often, Stacia would be able to see her friend’s nipples outlined under whatever she was wearing. When this happened Stacia found it very difficult to think about, focus on or look at anything else.

She found herself wanting not just to see but to touch, to turn Sophie’s nipples in her fingers and feel them grow firm against the soft pad of her friend’s tidy little breasts. She wanted to hear Sophie moan then reach between her legs, feel there the wetness that she had conjured up.

Thinking about it she pressed her own legs together and said, “God, Sophie. Way to flaunt your boobs in front of me. You’re so gay.”

Feel As I Feel: Hellboy 2: The Golden Army Ficlet

2009-06-13T11:55:16Z

Author: Bitterfig
Title: Feel As I Feel
Fandom: Hellboy 2: The Golden Army
Pairing: Abe/Nuala/Nuada
Summary: Nuala and Nuada had a bond, each felt what the other felt, even in the most intimate moments.
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 206
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Sexuality, incest
Author’s Note: Written for the springkink prompt “involuntary voyeurism, he cannot help but watch and feel.”
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same. I do not profit from the fan fiction I write, and all rights to the characters remain firmly in the hands of their creator.

Feel As I Feel

A part of Princess Nuala had always existed in her brother and a part of him in her. Through the long separation of Nuada’s exile they had remained connected, each feeling what the other felt.

And so Nuada knew when his sister took Abe Sapien’s webbed hand in her own. As she drew Abe to her, she experienced Nuada’s disapproval. Even as she tasted the sour tang of Abe’s kiss, she could feel her brother’s disgust. To him Abe was an enemy, a creature who took the side of man though he might have been more readily accepted by the water spirits and mer-people that dwelt in Elfland.

She herself was an enemy as well because she stood in the way of her brother’s single-minded desire to eliminate humankind.

An enemy, yet still Nuada loved her. He could not deny her her attraction to Abe or the pleasure he gave her. As Nuala guided Abe’s hand to her breast, she felt her brother’s resistance melt away. He did not approve yet he allowed her to be with Abe, allowed himself to feel what she felt, to swoon at Abe’s caress, to thrill at his kiss, to feel affection for his gentleness and his hesitant, apologetic eagerness.

Stranger Still: Mad Men Drabble

2009-06-09T11:37:49Z

Author: Bitterfig
Title: Stranger Still
Fandom: Mad Men
Pairing: Peggy Olsen/Pete Campbell
Summary: She really didn’t like Pete Campbell
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 129
Rating: PG
Warning: Spoilers for Season 1, allusions to sexuality and adult subject matter.
Author’s Note: Written for of_the_moon100 challenge #4: Strange. I see this as taking place early in the 2nd Season, before Freddy Rumsen’s dismissal.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same. I do not profit from the fan fiction I write, and all rights to the characters remain firmly in the hands of their creator.

Stranger Still

She really didn’t like Pete Campbell.

It grated on her, the way he made obvious jokes then proceeded to laugh at them though no one else did. And the way he was always bragging about the accounts he brought in and how important he was. He was like the worst kind of child, constantly demanding attention and recognition.

Not that he ever had anything positive to say about her work. There was no generosity in him. He’d never acknowledge that she’d had a good idea or had done a good job on a project.

Really, she didn’t like him at all.

Strange, that they’d been together those times...

Stranger still to think that somewhere out there was a little boy who was her son as well as Pete Campbell’s.

Scarlet and Gold: Greek Mythology Fic

2009-06-08T12:31:16Z

Author: Bitterfig
Title: Scarlet and Gold
Fandom: Greek Mythology
Pairing: Medea/Jason
Summary: After Medea killed her brother, she claimed Jason as her own.
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 481
Rating: R
Warning: Blood play, D/s, sexuality.
Author’s Note: Written for the springkink prompt-- June 8- Greek Mythology, Medea/Jason: female domination - "I have bought thee with my love." This is being used for 100_women prompt #37: Possession. (click here to see my 100_women progress chart).
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same. I do not profit from the fan fiction I write, and all rights to the characters remain firmly in the hands of their creator.

Scarlet and Gold

She came to him decorated with her brother Absyrtus’s blood.

“Leave us,” she told his men. Jason was their Captain and they were sworn to obey him alone yet to a man they did as she said. No one could deny that at that moment Medea ruled over them all. She glowed with the terrible radiance of her transgressions; her slight form seemed to hold within it all the power of a great horse. With the sacrificial knife she had used to slay Absyrtus still in her hand she was a golden unicorn with a red and twisted horn. She was fearsome as she was beautiful as Jason knelt before her.

She ran her blood-stained hands over his face, marking him, and laughed the terrible laugh of a woman who has crossed over into the realms of madness. “You are mine now,” she said. “I have bought thee with my love.” If she was mad, then he was too. He licked her palms and fingers as they trailed across his mouth, tasting the blood. It was hot and sticky, over rich with copper and salt, it sickened him. He vomited on the deck of his ship and nuzzled against her gore-streaked legs.

“Weak thing,” she taunted. “Do you lack the stomach for my crimes? The crimes I committed in your name, for love of you? Bring me wine. No. Don’t rise. On your knees. Always on your knees.”

He did as she said; bringing her a flagon of wine he bowed before her low, he kissed her feet. She peeled away the blood-sodden gown she had worn to meet her brother. Beneath the cloth of gold her pale shoulders, breasts and belly were stained crimson. She slashed wine upon the red, it melted and flowed downward.

“Drink my wine,” she said. “Share my crimes, lover.” He did. He drank the bloody wine from the hollow of her belly, from the cleft between her thighs. She opened her legs to him, still pouring out the wine till he was licking wine and blood from the cup of her and she was moaning, hands clenching his hair, holding him to her. “This is my issue,” she said. “These are my flowers, my moon blood. This is the blood that will make our children.”

He shivered. He dreamed of a happy future untouched by the things they had done today yet she would build their lives on sins and crimes. He feared her but she thrilled him. He might shiver but he did not stop pleasuring her, and when she pushed him back onto the boards and mounted him in a way no man should consent to let a woman use him he did not object because he was lost in her frightful power, consumed by her love of scarlet and gold, a love beyond sanity which knew no limits, no restraints.

Thou Has Conquered, O Pale Galilean- Watchmen Fic

2009-06-03T22:27:10Z

Author: Bitterfig
Fandom: Watchmen (movieverse)
Title: Thou Hast Conquered, O Pale Galilean
Pairing: Dan (Nite Owl II)/Adrian (Ozymandias)
Summary: Adrian never understood the appeal of martyrdom till Dan attacked him. After that he wanted more.
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 462
Rating: R
Warnings: Twisted violence and sexuality, religious themes.
Author’s Note: Written for the springkink prompt June 3- Watchmen, Dan/Adrian: topping from the bottom - "Adrian always wins."
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same. I do not profit from the fan fiction I write, and all rights to the characters remain firmly in the hands of their creator.

Thou Hast Conquered, O Pale Galilean

On the day he deceived and saved the world, on the day he killed millions to save billions Adrian Veidt came to understand, for the first time, the allure of Jesus Christ.

Prior to that day, Adrian had regarded the crucified Christ with a mild distain. Like the poet Swinburne he regarded Christ as a “pale Galilean” who turned the world grey. Adrian preferred the more vital Gods of Egypt, Greece and Rome compared to whom Jesus seemed weak and pathetic. Martyrdom seemed like an absence, a lack of energy, color and strength.

That all changed when Dan attacked him.

It had been ridiculous really, a childish, self-righteous attack that Adrian could have easily deflected.

Yet he didn’t. He took it. Surrendering to Dan’s undisciplined pummeling he experienced what it felt like to sacrifice one’s self for humanity writ large, to take on the suffering of the masses, to know their pain and give it meaning, to be misunderstood and persecuted that others might prosper. There was strength in this, strength and unspeakable beauty.

They left him, in his fortress at the end of the world without a thank you. A triumphant pharaoh entombed in his pyramid amidst the waste of the Arctic rather than the desert, a lonesome savior without even his beloved lynx for companionship. Not that such things concerned Adrian, he had known that if his plans were discovered they would be greeted with horror rather than gratitude by those unable to fathom his vision. What he hadn’t expected was how the hostility, the violent misunderstanding of someone like Dan gave his work meaning.

Alone, Adrian remembered the intoxication he had felt as Dan bludgeoned him. He touched his bruises tenderly. He wanted it again. He wanted more.

Dan had stopped too soon, a few blows was hardly enough. Adrian wanted to be beaten senseless and bloody, to allow himself to be stripped naked and ravaged. Precisely because he had always been above carnality, more interested in ideas than bodies, Adrian felt the need to experience humiliation and violation of a sexual nature, to give himself over to it…

This was what Adrian wanted and there was no question in his mind that he would get it.

Dan had seemed sincerely revolted by what Adrian had done and clearly wanted nothing more to do with him but that was the most minor of obstacles. Adrian had bent nations to his will. Daniel Dreiberg would hardly pose a challenge. After all, to Dan’s limited understanding, Ozymandias was a supervillain now and Nite Owl was still a hero. It was inevitable that they would engage at some point in the future and Dan’s childish anger would once again explode.

Then Adrian would win, he would get exactly what he wanted.

He always did.

The Violet Sea: Jem and the Holograms Drabble

2009-05-26T11:53:51Z

Author: Bitterfig
Title: The Violet Sea
Fandom: Jem and the Holograms
Pairing: Kimber/Stormer
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Author’s Note: Written for femslash100 Challenge #185: Sea.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same. I do not profit from the fan fiction I write, and all rights to the characters remain firmly in the hands of their creator.

The Violet Sea

We are rivers, she and I.

Rivers of color.

I am red. Bright strawberry sparkles on the surface, darkening as you go deeper to the colors of anger and old wounds. Blood red.

She is blue. Tumultuous indigo on top, stormy, but easing into placid sky tones beneath. Baby blue.

We are rivers of color, red and blue, that flow together into a violet sea.

Lavender kisses, a lilac sea that is both of us and more than us. We are mermaids in this sea; it is where we were meant to be.

It is music.

It may be love.

The Princess and the Shadow: DC Comics Fic

2009-04-26T11:46:19Z

Author: Bitterfig
Title: The Princess and the Shadow
Fandom: DC Comics
Character: Kate Kane (Batwoman)
Summary: Kate Kane’s decision to become Batwoman was not triggered by some horrific trauma, but was rather the culmination of a lifetime lived in the company of a secret self.
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 2084
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Mature themes, implied sexuality.
Author’s Note: Written for lgbtfestPrompt #443: DC Comics, Katherine Kane. Give Kate some backstory apart from being Renee's (ex) girlfriend. When did she first realize she was attracted to women? She's still (mostly) closeted; who knows she's queer and how did they find out? This is also being used for 100_womenPrompt #6: Past. (click here to see my 100_women progress chart).
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same. I do not profit from the fan fiction I write, and all rights to the characters remain firmly in the hands of their creator.

The Princess and the Shadow

Human Understanding: Watchmen Drabble

2009-04-22T18:09:23Z

Author: Bitterfig
Title: Human Understanding
Fandom: Watchmen
Pairing: Jon/Laurie, Dan/Laurie
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 137
Rating: PG
Author’s Note: Written for of_the_moon100 Challenge #2: Understand.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same. I do not profit from the fan fiction I write, and all rights to the characters remain firmly in the hands of their creator.

Human Understanding

Jon could simultaneously comprehend the workings of both the micro and macrocosms—the movements of stars in the galaxy and sub-atomic particles in a cell.

He had an intimate grasp of the biology that was Laurie. He could register minute changes in her brain chemistry, yet the cause and effect of her emotions seemed to elude him.

He wasn’t sure why he frustrated her.

He wanted to make her happy but he no longer knew how. Despite his heightened awareness on every level Jon realized he was missing something essential.

He knew he had lost her when she told him “Dan understands what it’s like to be alone.” That was what she needed, what she wanted all along.

Human understanding.

Something Jon could not give her as he no longer understood what it was to be human.

Protect and Betray: Torchwood Drabble

2009-04-22T17:00:58Z

Author: Bitterfig
Title: Protect and Betray
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Gwen/Owen, Gwen/Rhys
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Mentions of sex.
Author’s Note: Written for of_the_moon100 Challenge #2: Understand.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same. I do not profit from the fan fiction I write, and all rights to the characters remain firmly in the hands of their creator.

Protect and Betray

Gwen had always known there were frightening things out there. She’d been a policewoman, for God’s sake. She thought she’d seen the worst.

That was before she went to work for Torchwood.

Torchwood showed her there was so much more than she’d ever imagined—fairies, monsters and aliens. Horror and evil she’d never dreamed of. Humanity, and her sanity, had never felt so fragile.

She couldn’t tell Rhys about it. It wasn’t just that her job was top secret. She honestly didn’t want him to know what was out there. She wanted him safe and comfortable in his ignorance, living in a bright bauble of light, untouched by the engulfing darkness.

She wanted to protect him yet at the same time she needed someone to talk to, someone who understood both the terror and exhilaration of being part of Torchwood.

Owen.

Who else could understand what she had been through?

Their first time was in an anonymous hotel room, a frenzied coupling born of shared horror and survival. A desperate effort to both forget and contain the darkness they had touched.

The life she had with Rhys had never been more precious to Gwen than that moment when she betrayed him.

Most of All: Tin Man Drabble

2009-04-17T00:37:52Z

Author: Bitterfig
Title: Most Of All
Fandom: Tin Man
Pairing: Glitch (Ambrose)/Lavender Eyes
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 159
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Author’s Note: Written for of_the_moon100 Prompt #1: Fool.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same. I do not profit from the fan fiction I write, and all rights to the characters remain firmly in the hands of their creator.

Most of All

When Glitch saw the deposed queen, the woman known as Lavender Eyes, an echo reverberated through his empty head. The echo of a longing he had once known for this woman, the disembodied memory of wanting her, needing her, but making do with the occasional friendly touch of her hand on his, a smile or kind word from her regal lips, the secret thrill when her purple eyes met his.

He had loved her. A deeply hidden, unrequited love that lingered even after his brain had been plucked out.

It was hopeless now, at least before she had kept him by her side because he was wise. Now he was a mindless fool with nothing to offer her.

He hung his head then was surprised to feel a hand soft against his cheek, raising his face so he looked into lavender eyes.

“Ambrose,” she said. “My counselor and friend, I think that I have missed you most of all…”

The Vanity of Kings: Historical Drabble

2009-04-17T00:23:43Z

Author: Bitterfig
Title: The Vanity of Kings
Fandom: Historic
Pairing: Henry VIII/Katherine Howard, Henry VIII/Anne Boleyn
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 235
Rating: PG
Warning: None
Author’s note: Written for of_the_moon100 Challenge #1: Fool.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same. I do not profit from the fan fiction I write, and all rights to the characters remain firmly in the hands of their creator.

The Vanity of Kings

After the humiliations inflicted upon him by the Boleyn woman, Henry was determined he would never be made a fool of again.

The boldness, wit and vibrancy that had so excited him in Anne Boleyn became repellent to him. He no longer sought a woman who was his equal but one who would allow herself to be ruled by him, a meek and subservient bride as sweet and benign as a primrose.

His Jane was like this, but Jane was taken away from him. The next woman he loved was Katherine Howard. In her he found all he sought. She seemed a lovely, simple creature, awed by his majesty, pliant and fawning with no will of her own, a blooming rose without a thorn.

Queen Katherine’s indiscretions took him by surprise in a way that Queen Anne’s never had. Anne had always been a dangerous and troublesome woman, withholding and demanding, challenging his divine right. Yet he had believed with all his heart that Katherine adored him, that to her he was a Golden King, high and mighty as God in Heaven. When her treachery was revealed he was forced to see that he was only an aging cuckold, a fat old fool whose pretty young wife preferred handsome lads of her own age.

The vanity of Kings is a sacred thing. To lacerate it so was an act of treason and for this Katherine had to die.

Reading Lessons: Jem and the Holograms Fic

2009-04-05T21:27:10Z

Author: Bitterfig
Title: Reading Lessons
Fandom: Jem and the Holograms
Pairing: Roxy/Stormer (allusions to past Stormer/Kimber)
Summary: Set after the Roxy Rumbles episode. While Stormer is helping her with her reading, Roxy finds out her friend was in a relationship with Kimber Benton when the two of them were cutting an album together. This knowledge forces Roxy to examine her own feelings for Stormer.
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 2295
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language, some sexual content.
Author's Note: This story is being used for 100_women prompt #87: Courage. (click here to see my 100_women progress chart).
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same. I do not profit from the fan fiction I write, and all rights to the characters remain firmly in the hands of their creator.

Reading Lessons

Pizzazz didn’t have the slightest clue I couldn’t read till it was more or less broadcast on national TV. Stormer on the other hand figured it out about a week after I met her.

That’s the way Stormer is. She notices things about people. It sort of makes her a sap but I guess it’s nice to be around saps sometimes. You feel like you matter.

Stormer was all concerned that I couldn’t read so she did a lot of stuff to help me. When she wrote a song she’d teach me all the words before she took it to anybody else and she’d go over set lists and stuff with me so I never looked dumb onstage.

When I finally decided to learn to read, I almost felt sad about it. Being illiterate sucked but I’d kind of liked that Stormer and I had this special secret thing between us that no one else knew about. I was afraid I’d miss that, miss her.

“I guess you’re glad you won’t have to waste your time covering up for me anymore,” I said when I saw her.

“You bet I am,” Stormer answered. “From now on I can spend my time doing you some actual good, helping you learn something useful.”

I guess I should have said I didn’t need any help but even I had to admit that I did. There was a reason I’d never learned to read before. It was hard, and I’ve never liked doing things that are hard for me. Stormer and I still got together, only instead of her reading lyrics to me I’d try to read for her, word by painful word, almost sick from knowing that a five year old could do better.

It was just like before, a big, shameful secret. I knew that if Pizzazz or Jetta found out anything about it they’d bust a gut laughing at how stupid I was. Just thinking about it made me want to break something, to tear up the books with their words I couldn’t seem to figure out…

I did once, just ripped the pages out of the book I was trying to read and scattered them like confetti. I thought for sure Stormer would throw me out on my ass after that but she didn’t.

“Now you know how I feel when I’m trying to get you and Pizzazz and Jetta to take me seriously,” she said. “We’ll work on it again tomorrow. It’ll get easier.”

She was right, it did get easier. Everyday I could read a few more words, signs in windows, magazines people were holding, menus in restaurants… Before I’d been running in place as fast as I could, day after day just trying to seem normal. Now things were opening up for me on all sides.

I was actually excited by being able to read stuff. Stormer helped make it interesting for me. She picked out stories and books based on movies and TV she knew I liked. A lot of them were myths and fairy tales from other countries. They were simple stuff, written for kids, but full of crazy witches, cannibal monsters and trolls. It was like having a zombie double feature you could take with you anywhere. She also helped me read magazines that had stories about the Misfits. Turned out Cool Trash wasn’t much harder to read than Dick & Jane. Another thing she’d do was go through her albums with me and I’d read the titles and the lyrics and the liner notes and all that out loud. It was almost like fun. She had a million records, about 99% of which I’d never heard of. At first I thought they must all be nobodies and has-beens, but sometimes when we were taking a break from lessons she’d play me something. Bob Dylan or Nina Simone or Leonard Cohen, and once you got past the weird croaky voices there were some pretty good songs.

Most of my lessons were at Stormer’s apartment. I liked going over there. I actually felt more comfortable than I did at my own place. When I got my first big check as a Misfit, I bought a fancy condo but it never felt like I really belonged there. I felt like I was locked in a showroom, I was afraid I’d break something. Stormer’s place was sort of small, filled with records and musical instruments, paintings she’d done, family stuff. It felt like home.

Or maybe she felt like a home. It’s hard to explain but I felt really good around her. It seemed like she was helping me not because she felt sorry for me but because she wanted to see things to open up for me, wanted me to become better. I felt sort of like a flower growing in her care.

Then I almost blew everything. That’s the way I work, I guess I’m just built for disaster.

One afternoon we were all in the studio rehearsing some new songs we were supposed to play on the Late Show that night. We played through a couple times then Pizzazz got bored, like always, and decided it would be more fun to crash this record signing Jem was doing downtown. It sounded like a cool idea but Stormer thought we should keep practicing because she’d worked really hard writing three new songs just for the show.

So of course Jetta and Pizzazz started picking on Stormer, saying how she was being all dull and prissy. Any other time I would have gone along with them but I remembered what Stormer said the night I ripped up the book, about how frustrated she got when we wouldn’t take things seriously. I didn’t want her feeling that way if there was anything I could do about it so I spoke up and said that maybe we ought to practice some more.

“You two can do whatever you want,” Pizzazz snapped. “I’m gonna go have some fun.” Then she stomped out followed by Jetta. I looked at Stormer, she looked at me and we took off after them. We ended up having a great time causing trouble at the record signing but we didn’t exactly get (or deserve) a standing ovation on the Late Show.

And I’d managed to get Pizzazz pissed off at me. We might have had a great time trashing Jem’s record signing, but the next day it was pretty obvious that Pizzazz hadn’t forgotten or forgiven my siding with Stormer.

“So what’s up with you and Stormer?” She wanted to know. “Seems like you two are awfully tight lately, always hanging out together.”

“Is she learning you your letters?” Jetta piped in. That was exactly what she was doing but I couldn’t let them know that.

“Nothing like that,” I muttered. “What do you want to know for anyways? Since when is what I do your business?”

“We were just concerned is all,” Pizzazz snipped. “We don’t want a scandal in the band you know.”

“No I don’t know,” I said. “What are you talking about?”

“You and Stormer pallin’ around all the time. Just seems kind of funny. People are starting to wonder if you’re girlfriends.”

“I think they make a sweet pair of lovebirds,” Jetta said.

“I’m no lez, why would anyone think something crazy like that?” I wanted to know.

“But you must know, Roxy dear,” Jetta said, “our dear friend Mary has a bit of reputation as a muff diver. Don’t you know she and Kimber Benton were a hot item when they were making that record together? It was all over the tabloids but then I suppose you won’t have noticed, what with your literary deficiency.”

I just gave them both a sneer but the next couple times I saw Stormer, I kept coming back to the stuff they’d said.

I got nothing against lezzies. Back in my old neighborhood in Philly I’d see a couple of them around, rough, manly women who worked on the docks and the railroads. I sort of admired them, being open about what they were like that. Stormer though, she wasn’t like that. She was pretty. She was more girly than I was. She loved dressing up in skirts and heels, wearing make-up, shopping, stuff like that. She sure didn’t look or act like any lez I’d ever encountered, but in a weird way it sort of made sense. She’d never talked about boyfriends or liking guys, girls always seemed to take precedence with her.

It all really confused me and after a couple of days I couldn’t seem to think of anything else but was she or wasn’t she? Did she like girls? Did she do it with girls? Had she done it with Kimber Benton? I mean, Kimber was sort of boy crazy but I could see her being up for it; I could totally see the two of them kissing and making out.

I didn’t like how clearly I could see it. I was thinking about it way too much.

“What’s up with you?” Stormer wanted to know when I’d flubbed up a simple sentence for like the tenth time in a row. “You’ve been off for days, you can do this but you’re not even trying.”

“I’ve got something on my mind,” I growled.

“Want to get it off your mind? Tell me what’s bothering you.” Stormer said.

“It’s nothing.” I told her. “Jetta and Pizzazz were saying some shit.”

“Jetta and Pizzazz are always saying something. What was it this time? Are they pickin’ on you about your reading?”

“Nah, they don’t know anything about that.”

“What is it then?”

I’m not big into talking about my feelings, but I thought that if I just said it right out she’d deny it, we’d have a laugh then maybe I could stop thinking about her making it with Kimber Benton.

“I heard you were a lez,” I said, flat out, no beating around the bush. “That you and Kimber Benton had a thing. Is it true?”

Stormer blushed red as the flower in her hair but her china blue eyes were steady on me and her voice never faltered.

“Yeah,” she said. “Kimber and I got together while we were making the Back to Back album.”

I’d expected her to deny it, even if it was true. I’d wanted her to deny it. I had no idea how I was supposed to respond or what to say. Being dumbstruck makes me feel dumb and I don’t like that one bit so I went on the offensive.

“So you really are a lez,” I said. “Is that why you’re helping me with my reading, trying to put the make on me?”

“Do you really believe I’d do that?” Stormer asked. “I’m helping you because you’re my friend and I want you to have a better life.”

“I know,” I said. “I didn’t mean it. I just don’t get it. Have you had other girlfriends while you’ve been in the Misfits, while we’ve been friends?”

“Kimber was the first, but I’ve always liked other girls.”

“Are you two still...”

“No. We decided to cool it when I came back to the Misfits. Kimber isn’t sure what she wants. She liked me, I think she liked me a lot, but she also likes dating guys.”

“Wants everybody to keep thinking she’s Miss Goody Two Shoes is more like it. You can do lots better than that prissy little wimp.”

“It’s not like that, Roxy. I’m not mad at her or anything. We still care a lot about each other. Kimber’s just trying to figure some things out and I understand because I’ve got a lot to figure out myself.”

“Why didn’t you tell me? You’ve known my secret for a long time, why didn’t you tell me yours?”

“That was one of the things I’ve been trying to figure out. I was trying to figure out how to tell you when everybody found out you couldn’t read, and then when you made the decision to try and learn, I just wanted to help you. I didn’t want you to have to deal with my stuff on top of your own. I’m sorry I kept it from you, I feel like you’re a special friend, Roxy. I don’t want that to change but it seems like both of us are changing.”

“It sure does. It’s okay I guess, that you didn’t tell me. It’s not like you were afraid of me or something. You were thinking of me. Nobody else does that. I haven’t said anything but it’s really nice that you think about me.”

“Thanks, Roxy.” She said, squeezing my hand in hers.

“Do you ever think about me that way?”

She laughed. “Wait a minute, first you accuse me of trying to put the make on you then you want to know if I think you’re cute.”

“Do you?”

“Sure I do. You’re the kind of bad-ass rock chick I used to dream about when I was a skinny little band geek.”

My turn to blush.

“Really?”

“Really.”

I kissed her, a kiss sweet and twirly as an icing rose. I think it surprised me more than her.

“Not yet,” Stormer said. “Not now. Wait till you can read on your own. Then if you want to kiss me, we’ll both know it’s more than gratitude.”

“Forget gratitude, how about jealousy. If I’m so special what are you doing messing around with Kimber Benton.”

She smiled. “Either way, it’s better to wait, okay.”

“Yeah, okay.”

So we went on like we had been, except it was nothing at all like it had been. Everything was opening around us as she helped me with my reading and I learned.

New Drabble Community-- of_the_moon100

2009-03-31T13:30:55Z

If anyone's interested I started a new community, of_the_moon100.

It's a drabble challenge community with biweekly prompts that focuses on het pairings. I envision it as sort of the heterosexual equivalent of slashthedrabble and femslash100

I'll be posting the first prompt tomorrow (04/01/09).

If you're curious, the title is based on a verse in the song "The Origin of Love" from Hedwig and the Angry Inch:

"And the children of the moon
Was like a fork shoved on a spoon
They were part sun, part earth
Part daughter, part son..."

Even when dabbling (and drabbling) in heterosexuality my influences remain kind of gay....

Doll In The Box: A Dollhouse Fanmix

2009-03-09T22:26:34Z

Medium: Television
Fandom: Dollhouse
Subject: Echo
Title: Doll In The Box- An Echo Fanmix
Notes: I'm not really a fan of Joss Whedon's Dollhouse series yet. The 4 episodes I've seen have been less than stunning and I haven't really connected with the characters. Still, I find that the concept of the show raises some really interesting questions of identity. The premise of Dollhouse- people being wiped clean of memory and personality then programmed to be whoever their buyer wants them to be—might be science fiction but it touches reality. For whatever reason—economic survival, a desire to be loved-- many people, especially women, recreate themselves. They become someone else based on the needs and demands of others. Often they find themselves haunted by the Echo of their true self.

1. Doris Day – Que Sera Sera
Que sera, sera.
Whatever will be, will be.
The future's not ours to see.
Que sera, sera.
What will be, will be.

2. The Velvet Underground and Nico – I’ll Be Your Mirror
I’ll be your mirror
Reflect what you are.
In case you don’t know.

3. Hole – Celebrity Skin
Oh, look at my face
My name is might have been
My name is never was
My names forgotten.

4. Jem And the Holograms - It All Depends On The Mood I'm In
I can be whoever I want to,
Anyone at all
I can strut, when I want to strut,
Or hide behind a parasol!
It all depends on the mood I'm wearin'.

5. Marianne Faithfull – I’m Not Lisa
I’m not Lisa,
My name is Julie.
Lisa left you years ago.

6. Leonard Cohen – I Can’t Forget
And I can't forget, I can't forget
I can't forget but I don't remember what.

7. Lily Allen – The Fear (Acoustic)
And I am a weapon of massive consumption.
And it’s not my fault it’s how I’m programmed to function.

8. Nina Simone – Who Am I
Who am I?
Who am I?
Was it all planned in advance,
Or was I just born by chance?

9. The Doors – You’re Lost Little Girl
Think that you know what to do
Impossible, yes, but it's true.
I think that you know what to do, girl
I'm sure that you know what to do.

10. Ginny Arnell – I Wish I Knew What Dress To Wear
How hard I’ll be trying not to care.
I wish I knew what dress to wear.

11. The Bangles – Tear Off Your Own Head (It’s A Doll Revolution)
They're taking over
And they're tearing it down
It's a doll revolution.

All songs are in MP3 format. Hosted on mediafire.

Download Links (change xx to tt)-
Full Album (rar file):hxxp://www.mediafire.com/file/djtfdzzkomy/Doll In The Box - An Echo Fanmix.rar
Individual Songs: hxxp://www.mediafire.com/?sharekey=c2f5808f5e004e334012e8015643d9c8a61eb1b9d1ade21a