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tsuru_sanWell, an early Merry Christmas to y'all. Because of the move to New Hampshire, I prolly won't be online now till New Year's. O.O Hopefully that's not the case. (And everybody at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
uw_slash_rpg, I'm sorry I'm holding up the game! Ignore my characters temporarily if ya have too! Or just do what ever with them. 'Cept have an orgy...I'd want to be around for that. ^_^)
Anyways, it has been a hectic but awesome week. I got to say a final temporary good-bye to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
giddyschoolgirl earlier this week, and I also got to see muted_storms. *huggles her to death* Good luck in Texas. If anyone can find the silver lining, tis you.
And now for da Christ-y-mas presents...
fortatooedraven
Title: By the Fireside
Fandom: Underworld
Pairing: Viktor/Kraven
Rating: PG
The fire roared welcomingly in the library. Few of the denizens of Ordoghaz knew of this, but the large stone fireplace was always lit come winter. And now, taking respite from cold Viktor settled himself into one of the archive’s scattered couches. The worn, overstuffed velvet was a wonderful relief from the mansion’s drafty hallways.
During the coldest months, Viktor would always come here. It was always so peaceful, so restful, so—
The tap of shoes across the hardwood floor intruded on the Elder’s solitude, and Viktor clenched his fangs. He already had a good idea who these footsteps belonged too. Eventually the sound stopped…right behind the couch he had been reclining in.
The intruder cleared his throat nervously and asked, “May I join you, m’Lord?”
A frown darkened Viktor’s elegantly chiseled countenance. It was Kraven. How dare this impudent servant, he thought. Indeed, the Elder knew well Kraven’s intentions. Small gifts—tokens of affection—had “miraculously” been finding their way into Viktor’s possession as of late. Each item had been different, but from a lush white rose (How had anyone managed to get that in the middle of winter?!) to a pair of sparkling silver bells, one thing always remained the same: Kraven.
Whenever Viktor received these lovely little trinkets, the young fledgling was always there. At first, the Elder thought his childe’s presence at these particular times mere coincidence, but he soon learned otherwise. Each time, deep black eyes—darker than coal—would peek out from under long lashes hopefully and—dare he think it—lovingly.
And with a growl or a glare, Viktor dashed the beautiful man’s dreams again and again. In a swift grip, he’d crushed the fragile rose, and just as quickly, the Elder had thrown out the bells as well as every other gift Kraven went to the trouble to send. Yet still his childe continued to try, but every attempt ended in the same fashion as before, and by now Viktor was well-acquainted with the dejected sorrow that subsequently clouded Kraven’s obsidian eyes.
Abruptly, the shuffling of feet roused Viktor from his thoughts. He knew he should send this servant away. Kraven’s reputation for sleeping around was common knowledge. That certainly was not something an Elder should be publicly associated with! And yet… Viktor looked up slightly, cerulean eyes falling upon the mirror that hung over the mantle. In the clear glass, he could see Kraven’s gaze and all the fearful desire it held.
And what if this fair, young creature was genuinely sincere in his emotions? How long would Kraven continue to try and fail? More importantly, would the Elder wait long enough to find out? Viktor couldn’t be sure.
“Lord Viktor?” Kraven asked tentatively, trying to gain the Elder’s attention.
Don’tdon’tdon’t—! common sense warned.
“Alright,” Viktor finally conceded with a sigh. “Sit beside me.”
Kraven inhaled sharply with surprise no doubt. Scampering around the couch, he bowed hastily and sat next to his sire. Despite their close proximity though, no words were spoken between either man. The silence stretched on in the archives, but it was a comfortable quiet, broken only by the fire crackling in popping. However, when two pale hands “accidentally” brushed against each other, it was Viktor who initiated it.
-Fin-
fordragong
The second panel was fun to manipulate. tee-hee. Gotta love those two. That's why I also wrote
Title: Silver andGold Cold
Fandom: Underworld
Pairing: Viktor/Lucian
Rating: PG
Freezing winds sent snow swirling through the deserted streets of downtown Budapest. Streetlamps winked feebly, trying to offer what little light they could. Fleetingly, their small glow fell across a stealthy figure which was soon swallowed by shadow again. The area’s old buildings loomed up into the black, cloudy sky, hiding this strange traveler who passed by, flitting along through their midst.
Like a shadow himself, the vampire clung to the darkness, not stopping for anything. At least not until he reached a once lavishly maintained gothic cathedral set in a niche between two nameless, long-forgotten stone buildings that towered over the church’s own modest height.
Walking up the crumbling granite stairs, the vampire pushed open one of the heavy double doors and entered the architectural work of art. Predatory gaze searching, his measured steps soon led him to the main church, and there—standing in the middle aisle regarding the place’s dilapidated elegance—was the one the vampire had been seeking.
Walking up behind the other man, the pale vampire wrapped his arms possessively around the lycan’s waist.
“I’m surprised you came,” Lucian said, leaning back into the welcome touch.
“I did,” Viktor murmured, pulling his peculiar lover closer.
“Merry Christmas then,” the lycan leader purred, turning around in Viktor’s embrace.
The two men stood there quietly, held up by each other. To any onlooker—had there been one—the display would be seen as naught but an expression of tender warmth. Looking up slightly, Lucian’s silver eyes met Viktor’s. To the lycan’s silent dismay, the Elder’s cerulean gaze was ice-cold.
-Fin-
forpippins_lass
I'm not sure if rum really is that color though...
forhydrogen_blue
Title: Never Too Late
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating: PG
Soft kisses and lingering caresses were exchanged in the silence and serenity of Grimmauld place. The wind howled outside, but its frigid chill did not reach the warmth within the two wizards. Remus still couldn’t quite fathom how this had happened. After all the wasted years…
“You think too hard my dearest Moony…” Sirius whispered, gently holding his closest friend and now lover.
“I know that. I do. It’s just…so much has happened. I’d long since given up hope.”
“You give up too easy then,” Sirius replied, snuggling against Remus. “It’s never too late,” he added with a kiss.
forvampfox
I tried to make a vampfox icon, but my comp killed it and now it won't work. However, I noticed you liked Harry Potter so I wrote a fluffy Marauder-Era Remus/Sirius ficlet for you.
Title: Christmas Is Going to the Dogs
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating: PG
“Have you seen Padfoot around?” Remus asked James.
“’Fraid not, Moony,” the other boy replied. “He wasn’t even around for breakfast…”
“Oh,” said Remus despondently. Pulling his worn cloak closer, the young wizard looked hopefully around the snow-covered Hogsmeade streets anyways, half-expecting Sirius to jump out from behind a street corner…or something.
“C’mon,” James said, nudging his friend companionably, “let’s go to the Three Broomsticks. We can get some butterbeer before the trip is over.”
“Alright,” Remus agreed. “And we can also bring back a bottle for Wormtail. It must be awful getting the flu on Christmas…”
“Yeah,” James said, holding the door to the Three Broomsticks open for Remus.
The warm air rushed outward, welcoming the two wizards in Wreathes of holly were hung festively around the pub, and a scattering of floating candles helped create a welcoming ambiance. Ordering their drinks (and an extra one for Peter), the two Hogwarts students managed to get a table to themselves and drank in relative silence until Remus just had to ask the question that had been plaguing his thoughts.
“Do you think Sirius is avoiding me?”
“Huh?” James asked, momentarily nonplussed. “Of course not! Why would he?!”
“Well…” Remus gazed down at the pitted tabletop, “it’s Christmas Eve, and I haven’t seen him at all. But maybe I’m just being silly…” he added as an afterthought.
“He might be plotting something,” James suggested with a wink and a grin. “You know Sirius…”
Remus nodded, still not feeling particularly reassured. Tightly, he clutched the bag sitting on the chair beside him. For Christmas he’d gotten his lover a four-pointed star pendant that glowed pale-blue in the dark when its owner wore it.
He hoped Sirius would like the gift…
~~~
Taking the stairs two at a time, Remus raced up the last staircase on his way to the fourth floor. To his dismay, Sirius hadn’t shown up for dinner. But a note had. Still clutching the scrap of parchment, the pale boy hurried to follow its brief instructions: Com to the fourth floor Charms classroom at seven o’clock tonight.
Finally—after what seemed an eternity—Remus reached the room. Knocking lightly on the closed door, he was answered with a welcoming bark. Pushing the door open, Remus stepped in and saw Sirius in dog form…and covered with red and gold ribbons! The black dog barked again and wagged its tail happily. Noticing a card around its neck, Remus pulled it off and read:
Dear Moony,
A very happy Christmas to you.
Love,
Sirius
P.S. I hope you like strays.
With a small pop, Sirius returned to his normal form, wearing nothing but ribbon, black silk pajama bottoms, and a devilish grin.
“What do ya think?” he asked. “Aren’t I adorable?”
“Don’t you mean “deplorable”?” Remus retorted drily, the worry from earlier quickly fading.
“Gee, that’s harsh,” Sirius replied, feigning sorrow. “Do you know how long it took me to wrap myself?”
Trying to sigh irritably, Remus couldn’t help but smile anyways. “I got you something too.”
“Aw, Moony, you shouldn’t have,” Sirius told his beloved, hugging Remus’s hips suggestively.
“I meant I have something for you in our dorm. Honestly, Padfoot, you’re such a—a—!”
Sirius smirked, incorrigible as ever. “Dog?”
-Fin-
forthe_sublime_cat
Title: The Most Precious Gift
Fandom: Underworld
Pairing: Lucian/Sonja
Rating: G
Lucian could imagine the festive party going on among the vampire gentry of Ordoghaz. All the nobles would be decked out in the finest silks and velvets imported from all across Europe. The ladies too would be a spectacular sight all dressed up in their decadent finery. However, there was one sight more beautiful than all the rest: Sonja.
Pacing across his true love’s elegant chambers, Lucian waited for her return with more than a little anxiety. As of late, his dear princess hadn’t seemed quite herself. Fervently, Lucian hoped she was alright. It was Christmas after all.
And so time stretched onward. The hand-carved, maple grandfather clock in the corridor chimed three in the morning, but Sonja still had not come back. Lucian was nearly to the point of worrying when finally the soft patter of footsteps reached his ears. But just in case the person coming was someone else, the lycan servant carefully hid himself from sight. Eventually the person reached the door. It was…
“Sonja!” Lucian said, going to her and embracing her for a few moments, just holding her to him.
Smiling lovingly, the vampire Princess caressed her lover’s face. “Merry Christmas, Lucian,” she told him. Then playfully she added, “And I have a very special gift for you.”
Surprised but curious, the lycan replied, “I thought we decided not to bother with gifts…”
“Well, actually,” she elaborated vaguely, “it’s a gift we’ve given each other.”
“We…have?” Lucian asked, not understanding at all.
Taking his hand, Sonja placed it gently on her belly. “My love,” she said breathlessly, “I’m pregnant.”
She’s what…? Lucian thought, hearing the miraculous words but failing to comprehend them.
“You are?” the lycan stared at her open-mouthed as the words finally registered. “Sonja, that’s wonderful!” Face breaking into a grin, Lucian held his beloved close, tenderly kissing her smiling lips.
-Fin-
Andmoon_glo, I have written a rather sappy Dib/Zim fic involving mistletoe. However, I wrote it out on paper which I think I might have accidently packed. The ficlet may end up being a New Year's gift, but dun worry, you will get it!
uw_slash_rpg, I'm sorry I'm holding up the game! Ignore my characters temporarily if ya have too! Or just do what ever with them. Anyways, it has been a hectic but awesome week. I got to say a final temporary good-bye to
giddyschoolgirl earlier this week, and I also got to see muted_storms. *huggles her to death* Good luck in Texas. If anyone can find the silver lining, tis you.And now for da Christ-y-mas presents...
for
tatooedravenTitle: By the Fireside
Fandom: Underworld
Pairing: Viktor/Kraven
Rating: PG
The fire roared welcomingly in the library. Few of the denizens of Ordoghaz knew of this, but the large stone fireplace was always lit come winter. And now, taking respite from cold Viktor settled himself into one of the archive’s scattered couches. The worn, overstuffed velvet was a wonderful relief from the mansion’s drafty hallways.
During the coldest months, Viktor would always come here. It was always so peaceful, so restful, so—
The tap of shoes across the hardwood floor intruded on the Elder’s solitude, and Viktor clenched his fangs. He already had a good idea who these footsteps belonged too. Eventually the sound stopped…right behind the couch he had been reclining in.
The intruder cleared his throat nervously and asked, “May I join you, m’Lord?”
A frown darkened Viktor’s elegantly chiseled countenance. It was Kraven. How dare this impudent servant, he thought. Indeed, the Elder knew well Kraven’s intentions. Small gifts—tokens of affection—had “miraculously” been finding their way into Viktor’s possession as of late. Each item had been different, but from a lush white rose (How had anyone managed to get that in the middle of winter?!) to a pair of sparkling silver bells, one thing always remained the same: Kraven.
Whenever Viktor received these lovely little trinkets, the young fledgling was always there. At first, the Elder thought his childe’s presence at these particular times mere coincidence, but he soon learned otherwise. Each time, deep black eyes—darker than coal—would peek out from under long lashes hopefully and—dare he think it—lovingly.
And with a growl or a glare, Viktor dashed the beautiful man’s dreams again and again. In a swift grip, he’d crushed the fragile rose, and just as quickly, the Elder had thrown out the bells as well as every other gift Kraven went to the trouble to send. Yet still his childe continued to try, but every attempt ended in the same fashion as before, and by now Viktor was well-acquainted with the dejected sorrow that subsequently clouded Kraven’s obsidian eyes.
Abruptly, the shuffling of feet roused Viktor from his thoughts. He knew he should send this servant away. Kraven’s reputation for sleeping around was common knowledge. That certainly was not something an Elder should be publicly associated with! And yet… Viktor looked up slightly, cerulean eyes falling upon the mirror that hung over the mantle. In the clear glass, he could see Kraven’s gaze and all the fearful desire it held.
And what if this fair, young creature was genuinely sincere in his emotions? How long would Kraven continue to try and fail? More importantly, would the Elder wait long enough to find out? Viktor couldn’t be sure.
“Lord Viktor?” Kraven asked tentatively, trying to gain the Elder’s attention.
Don’tdon’tdon’t—! common sense warned.
“Alright,” Viktor finally conceded with a sigh. “Sit beside me.”
Kraven inhaled sharply with surprise no doubt. Scampering around the couch, he bowed hastily and sat next to his sire. Despite their close proximity though, no words were spoken between either man. The silence stretched on in the archives, but it was a comfortable quiet, broken only by the fire crackling in popping. However, when two pale hands “accidentally” brushed against each other, it was Viktor who initiated it.
-Fin-
for
dragongThe second panel was fun to manipulate. tee-hee. Gotta love those two. That's why I also wrote
Title: Silver and
Fandom: Underworld
Pairing: Viktor/Lucian
Rating: PG
Freezing winds sent snow swirling through the deserted streets of downtown Budapest. Streetlamps winked feebly, trying to offer what little light they could. Fleetingly, their small glow fell across a stealthy figure which was soon swallowed by shadow again. The area’s old buildings loomed up into the black, cloudy sky, hiding this strange traveler who passed by, flitting along through their midst.
Like a shadow himself, the vampire clung to the darkness, not stopping for anything. At least not until he reached a once lavishly maintained gothic cathedral set in a niche between two nameless, long-forgotten stone buildings that towered over the church’s own modest height.
Walking up the crumbling granite stairs, the vampire pushed open one of the heavy double doors and entered the architectural work of art. Predatory gaze searching, his measured steps soon led him to the main church, and there—standing in the middle aisle regarding the place’s dilapidated elegance—was the one the vampire had been seeking.
Walking up behind the other man, the pale vampire wrapped his arms possessively around the lycan’s waist.
“I’m surprised you came,” Lucian said, leaning back into the welcome touch.
“I did,” Viktor murmured, pulling his peculiar lover closer.
“Merry Christmas then,” the lycan leader purred, turning around in Viktor’s embrace.
The two men stood there quietly, held up by each other. To any onlooker—had there been one—the display would be seen as naught but an expression of tender warmth. Looking up slightly, Lucian’s silver eyes met Viktor’s. To the lycan’s silent dismay, the Elder’s cerulean gaze was ice-cold.
-Fin-
for
pippins_lassI'm not sure if rum really is that color though...
for
hydrogen_blueTitle: Never Too Late
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating: PG
Soft kisses and lingering caresses were exchanged in the silence and serenity of Grimmauld place. The wind howled outside, but its frigid chill did not reach the warmth within the two wizards. Remus still couldn’t quite fathom how this had happened. After all the wasted years…
“You think too hard my dearest Moony…” Sirius whispered, gently holding his closest friend and now lover.
“I know that. I do. It’s just…so much has happened. I’d long since given up hope.”
“You give up too easy then,” Sirius replied, snuggling against Remus. “It’s never too late,” he added with a kiss.
for
vampfoxI tried to make a vampfox icon, but my comp killed it and now it won't work. However, I noticed you liked Harry Potter so I wrote a fluffy Marauder-Era Remus/Sirius ficlet for you.
Title: Christmas Is Going to the Dogs
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating: PG
“Have you seen Padfoot around?” Remus asked James.
“’Fraid not, Moony,” the other boy replied. “He wasn’t even around for breakfast…”
“Oh,” said Remus despondently. Pulling his worn cloak closer, the young wizard looked hopefully around the snow-covered Hogsmeade streets anyways, half-expecting Sirius to jump out from behind a street corner…or something.
“C’mon,” James said, nudging his friend companionably, “let’s go to the Three Broomsticks. We can get some butterbeer before the trip is over.”
“Alright,” Remus agreed. “And we can also bring back a bottle for Wormtail. It must be awful getting the flu on Christmas…”
“Yeah,” James said, holding the door to the Three Broomsticks open for Remus.
The warm air rushed outward, welcoming the two wizards in Wreathes of holly were hung festively around the pub, and a scattering of floating candles helped create a welcoming ambiance. Ordering their drinks (and an extra one for Peter), the two Hogwarts students managed to get a table to themselves and drank in relative silence until Remus just had to ask the question that had been plaguing his thoughts.
“Do you think Sirius is avoiding me?”
“Huh?” James asked, momentarily nonplussed. “Of course not! Why would he?!”
“Well…” Remus gazed down at the pitted tabletop, “it’s Christmas Eve, and I haven’t seen him at all. But maybe I’m just being silly…” he added as an afterthought.
“He might be plotting something,” James suggested with a wink and a grin. “You know Sirius…”
Remus nodded, still not feeling particularly reassured. Tightly, he clutched the bag sitting on the chair beside him. For Christmas he’d gotten his lover a four-pointed star pendant that glowed pale-blue in the dark when its owner wore it.
He hoped Sirius would like the gift…
~~~
Taking the stairs two at a time, Remus raced up the last staircase on his way to the fourth floor. To his dismay, Sirius hadn’t shown up for dinner. But a note had. Still clutching the scrap of parchment, the pale boy hurried to follow its brief instructions: Com to the fourth floor Charms classroom at seven o’clock tonight.
Finally—after what seemed an eternity—Remus reached the room. Knocking lightly on the closed door, he was answered with a welcoming bark. Pushing the door open, Remus stepped in and saw Sirius in dog form…and covered with red and gold ribbons! The black dog barked again and wagged its tail happily. Noticing a card around its neck, Remus pulled it off and read:
Dear Moony,
A very happy Christmas to you.
Love,
Sirius
P.S. I hope you like strays.
With a small pop, Sirius returned to his normal form, wearing nothing but ribbon, black silk pajama bottoms, and a devilish grin.
“What do ya think?” he asked. “Aren’t I adorable?”
“Don’t you mean “deplorable”?” Remus retorted drily, the worry from earlier quickly fading.
“Gee, that’s harsh,” Sirius replied, feigning sorrow. “Do you know how long it took me to wrap myself?”
Trying to sigh irritably, Remus couldn’t help but smile anyways. “I got you something too.”
“Aw, Moony, you shouldn’t have,” Sirius told his beloved, hugging Remus’s hips suggestively.
“I meant I have something for you in our dorm. Honestly, Padfoot, you’re such a—a—!”
Sirius smirked, incorrigible as ever. “Dog?”
-Fin-
for
the_sublime_catTitle: The Most Precious Gift
Fandom: Underworld
Pairing: Lucian/Sonja
Rating: G
Lucian could imagine the festive party going on among the vampire gentry of Ordoghaz. All the nobles would be decked out in the finest silks and velvets imported from all across Europe. The ladies too would be a spectacular sight all dressed up in their decadent finery. However, there was one sight more beautiful than all the rest: Sonja.
Pacing across his true love’s elegant chambers, Lucian waited for her return with more than a little anxiety. As of late, his dear princess hadn’t seemed quite herself. Fervently, Lucian hoped she was alright. It was Christmas after all.
And so time stretched onward. The hand-carved, maple grandfather clock in the corridor chimed three in the morning, but Sonja still had not come back. Lucian was nearly to the point of worrying when finally the soft patter of footsteps reached his ears. But just in case the person coming was someone else, the lycan servant carefully hid himself from sight. Eventually the person reached the door. It was…
“Sonja!” Lucian said, going to her and embracing her for a few moments, just holding her to him.
Smiling lovingly, the vampire Princess caressed her lover’s face. “Merry Christmas, Lucian,” she told him. Then playfully she added, “And I have a very special gift for you.”
Surprised but curious, the lycan replied, “I thought we decided not to bother with gifts…”
“Well, actually,” she elaborated vaguely, “it’s a gift we’ve given each other.”
“We…have?” Lucian asked, not understanding at all.
Taking his hand, Sonja placed it gently on her belly. “My love,” she said breathlessly, “I’m pregnant.”
She’s what…? Lucian thought, hearing the miraculous words but failing to comprehend them.
“You are?” the lycan stared at her open-mouthed as the words finally registered. “Sonja, that’s wonderful!” Face breaking into a grin, Lucian held his beloved close, tenderly kissing her smiling lips.
-Fin-
And
moon_glo, I have written a rather sappy Dib/Zim fic involving mistletoe. However, I wrote it out on paper which I think I might have accidently packed. The ficlet may end up being a New Year's gift, but dun worry, you will get it!
no subject
Date: 2004-12-25 04:10 am (UTC)Loved the "Christmas is Going to the Dogs", especially:
“Do you know how long it took me to wrap myself?”
ROTFL!