Merry late Christmas!

[tsuru_san]

Whoo, a late merry Christmas to everyone! Turns out the resort in Rhode Island does NOT have highspeed connection. In fact, it has really, really sucky connection, and that's why I haven't been on till now. On the brightside, I'm having a great time in Rhode Island. The resort my family is staying at is right next to the water, a lot of buildings in the area are old and colonial, and there are nautical things everywhere! *uber squee*

I also got to see all my really cool family members on Christmas, especially my older cousin Christopher. My mom even got me a Confederate puzzle and a pirate book. *hearts her* Unfortunately, because of traveling times we were unable to go to church, but it was still a very happy holiday.

And now X-mas fics! They're all finished except for tattooedraven's, girl4edwards04's, and bhriste's, but don't worry, yours should be done shortly. For now I have:

Title: Getting It Right
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Remus Lupin/Severus Snape
Summary: Snape is assigned to tutor Lupin in Potions. They both end up learning something.
Notes: Written for demonqueen666 who requested angst-free, snarky Snupin.


"No! That's completely the wrong ingredient!"

"I'm trying…"

"Pah! Hardly. Stupid Gryffindor…"

"That's not necessary."

"Well, it's true."

"Y'know, Snape, if all you were planning on doing was snapping at me, why did you volunteer to tutor me anyway?"

"Two things, Lupin," Snape said with an eyeroll. "One, I never "volunteered" to teach you anything; I was told to. Second, if you showed even the remotest bit of skill required to produce a healing draught, I wouldn't have to snap at you."

"I'm not messing up on purpose," Remus muttered dejectedly as he subtly watched Snape's long fingers skim down the list of potions ingredients. Maybe it had been a bad idea to secretly ask the professor to have Snape tutor him. The other boy seemed to want nothing to do with Remus so naturally it was hopeless that his crush could possibly be requited…

"Alright, Lupin," Snape said boredly, bringing Remus out of his reverie. "Let's continue. I think we can fix the potion without having to start a new one…"

Remus took a deep breath. Maybe he should just tell Snape that he liked him. If things went bad he could just deny it later. Lupin took another good breath. It was now or never.

"Lupin, grab that vial…"

"Vial? Oh, that one! Sure."

"Urgh. Not the pink! The green!"

"Right, right," Remus said, but instead nervousness caused him to knock the pink vial over.

Both boys reached frantically to clean up the mess before it stained the table bright pink, but unfortunately, they moved too fast and banged their heads together. "Dammit, Lupin!" Severus snarled but before he could berate the Gryffindor further, Lupin kissed him. Completely and utterly out of the blue kissed him. Shocked, Snape tried to push back, but Remus held him still, and after another second, Severus was returning the kiss.

When they broke the kiss, Lupin saw that Snape's face was mottled red in embarrassment, but the other boy didn't look angry. He had not, had not meant to confess like that, but at least Snape didn't seem ready to curse him… "Was that better?" Remus asked, the corners of his lips starting to lift up in a shy smile.

"Yeah," Snape replied, still appearing quite surprised. "I'd say you got it right…"

-fin-


Title: Beyond My Control
Fandom: Underworld
Pairing: Viktor/Kraven, Viktor/Lucian
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Viktor has to choose between two lovers.
Notes: Written for dragong who requested Viktor/Kraven in a Dangerous Liaisons situation with the dialogue line: "It's beyond my control."


"I hear you're becoming awfully attached to your new plaything," Lucian commented as Viktor was getting dressed to return to Ordoghaz mansion after a secret night spent with the lycan leader. It was amazing how Lucian managed to accuse his lover while keeping a perfectly conversational tone.

After pulling his pants on, Viktor turned to face the werewolf. "And what of it?" he asked imperiously. "What concern is it of yours who I share my bed with?"

"It concerns me if this youngling, this Kraven, is of greater importance to you than I am."

"Pah," Viktor sneered, pulling his shirt on. "No one could replace you, my fierce lover. Although I enjoy him, the boy is hardly necessary and yet…for once, I cannot restrain my feelings. For once," Viktor continued, more solemnly now, "it's beyond my control."

Lucian frowned in distaste. The way Viktor had spoken… Could the Elder possibly care about this silly servant? Yes, yes, he could. It was obvious in his tone although the Elder himself didn't seem to notice. Lucian felt a boiling stab of jealousy. This would not do.

"Truly he means nothing to you?"

"Of course," the Elder assured a bit too hastily.

"Then get rid of him."

"What?!"

"Unless, of course, you can't…" the lycan leader added mockingly.

Viktor glared. "As you like then. I told you Kraven is not necessary. Just a good fuck."

"Good. Then you'll have no problem dismissing him from your bed." Lucian gave a feral, wolfish grin. "And one more thing, Viktor, when Kraven asks you why, the only thing I want you to tell him is 'It's beyond my control'."
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The dawn was just about an hour away when Viktor and the horse he rode got back to Ordoghaz. He wasted little time in getting to his quarters. He knew Kraven would be there already, hoping to spend the day with the Elder.

Viktor was proven right too when he arrived in his bedroom to find Kraven lying on the bed reading. When Viktor came in, the younger vampire leapt up, smiling, but the Elder just waved him away, nodding sternly in greeting to his young lover.

Kraven looked slightly abashed. "Viktor? Is something wrong?"

The Elder opened his mouth to reply, closed it, and then finally said, "Yes, something is wrong."

"What?" Kraven asked naïvely.

"You."

"Me? My Lord, I—"

"Please, Kraven, spare me your excuses. Can't you see I've grown tired of you? Bored?" Viktor hesitated a moment before adding, "I-it's beyond…my control."

The raven-haired vampire stared, the words not yet sinking in. "Why? What do you mean? Don't I please you?"

"Not anymore. It's beyond my control."

"But you said you loved me…" Kraven trailed off miserably.

The Elder looked down his nose disdainfully. "Did you actually think I loved you? A ruler like me care about a pathetic social climber like you? It's beyond my control."

Kraven looked stunned. Vaguely, he wondered if this was how some of his rejected lovers had felt. "Please, my Lord," he whispered disbelievingly, "y-you can't mean that. You can't!"

"Of course I do," Viktor replied. His voice was glacial, cold as ice. "It's beyond my control."

"Stop it! Stop it! Stop saying that!" Kraven protested, voice pained. In desperation he tried to embrace Viktor.

Viktor pushed him away though, and the younger vampire stumbled to the floor. Looking down coldly, the Elder said, "It's beyond my control."

-fin-


Title: Companions Under the Same Moon
Fandom: Underworld
Pairing: Viktor/Lucian
Rating: G
Summary: Viktor misses his lover.
Notes: Written for henrika_amanda who requested some Viktor/Lucian.


Sometimes Viktor would liken Ordoghaz to a beehive. It always buzzed with activity, vampires flitting here and there. From the council all the way down to the servants, the mansion and grounds were a citadel of bureaucracy and a stronghold of manual labor.

Viktor liked to get away from all of that on occasion though. However, despite being an Elder, he was accorded very little of the come-and-go-as-you-please privilege. When you were a ruler, people always knew where you were, knew if you were well, etc. It would be bad if the currently reigning Elder just up and disappeared without taking at least one bodyguard.

Viktor would disappear anyway. He didn't do it often, and he was very careful when he did. The Elder would always feel a twinge of guilt when he returned back to Ordoghaz though. Part of him hated leaving his people for a furtive tryst with a man who should be dead, and yet those hidden moments brought a strange and dizzying rush of freedom.

However, he couldn't always get away, and that is why he stood now at his balcony staring up at the moon. It was round and fat and nearly full as it hung low on the horizon. The Elder lifted a finger to its brilliance. It was so close he almost felt that if he reached far enough, he could touch it.

He wondered if Lucian could see the moon too…wherever he was.

-fin-


Title: A Worthy Bargain
Fandom: the Bible
Pairing: Asmodeus/Raphael, implied Lucifer/Gabriel
Rating: PG-13
Warning: There's attempted rape in this, a man trying to force a woman. However, it's not vividly described at all, and the man doesn't succeed.
Summary: Asmodeus does something nice this Christmas season…kind of…
Notes: Written for mypaleangel who requested an Asmodeus/Raphael fic with a mention of Lucifer/Gabriel and the dialogue prompt "God intended us to love one another, after all."


The car swerved wildly on a patch of black ice and started to skid off the road, heading directly for a tree. In a determined flurry of wings, Raphael swooped low and pressed his hands to the car roof. With a mighty heave, the vehicle swung its front back onto the road before stopping altogether. Inside the car, two parents and their three children cried out in relief, reaching across seats to hug each other.

Overhead, Raphael and Gabriel watched the happy family before rising upward and flying away. Two rescued cars later, they were going over an old city when Gabriel smiled at his friend saying, "It's always a pleasure to help the patron saint of travel, especially during the Christmas season."

Raphael was about to reply when a woman's scream distracted the two angels. Concern written on their faces, both archangels fluttered down and alighted on a snowy rooftop overlooking a dingy alleyway. Crying out, a woman tried to push a much stronger man away, but he held on to her, his intent horribly clear.

"Gabe, we have to do something!"

"Wait, this isn't our assignment. You know the rules, no direct interference. There must be some mortal around though!" Gabriel's wings fluttered in helpless agitation. "We could get them to help…"

"But there's no one else here!" the healer exclaimed frantically.

"Isn't that the pits?" purred a sibilant voice from behind them.

"Asmodeus," Raphael said, recognizing the sultry voice at once. "What do you want?" he asked suspiciously. Still glancing back at the girl in trouble, Raphael was forced to keep the rest of his attention riveted on Asmodeus. The demon was not a creature to underestimate.

"Why just the pleasure of your company," the demon sneered. "And what have we here?" he continued, glancing at Gabriel. "Lucifer's favorite fuck. I'll make sure to tell his Lordship you're up and about on the mortal plane. Mayhap he'd like to run into you…"

Gabriel shuddered but made no reply.

Satisfied that has vindictive comment had done enough, Asmodeus looked down into the alley. "My, my, my, so that's the reason for your long faces. What a shame you two can't interfere…although I can."

Raphael smiled hopefully. "You'd help her?"

"Of course, I would!" the demon grinned unkindly. "For a price."

"Name it," was the instantaneous reply.

"A kiss, just one," Asmodeus purred, holding up a single slender finger. "It's not such a high price to demand. Besides, God intended us to love one another, after all."

Gabriel put a hand on Raphael's shoulder protectively. To Asmodeus the albino angel said, "That's not what He meant, and you know it." Turning to Raphael, he added, "Raph, you don't have to do anything. God has a plan for everyone, including that woman."

"I know that, but I think I need to do this, Gabe," the healer replied nervously. Stepping forward, Raphael stood about a foot away from the demon as he told him, "Alright, I accept your terms."

Asmodeus chuckled none too kindly. "Good." He seemed to be waiting for something though.

"Well?" Raphael said, trying not to act nervous.

"Well, what?" the demon replied. "I distinctly recall saying that I wanted you to kiss me." When Raphael's pale, creamy skin blushed scarlet, Asmodeus grinned wickedly. "Tick-tock, my little angel, that young woman could really use some help..."

Gabriel glared at Asmodeus, but it only made the demon smirk more. Raphael was already too nervous to rise to the bait. Instead he moved closer so that he and Asmodeus were almost touching. On occasion he'd seen human souls share a happy kiss so he decided perhaps imitating them would be enough. Hesitantly, Raphael placed his hands on Asmodeus's shoulders. Leaning forward, he was unable to avoid the amused demon's red gaze so Raphael just closed his own green eyes and kissed Asmodeus.

The kiss was astoundingly chaste, and their bodies never even touched, and of course, Asmodeus couldn't have that. When the archangel started to pull back, he drew him closer, bodies pressed flush against each other as the archdemon kissed his angelic counterpart with all the illicit passion he could muster. Raphael gave a muffled yelp of surprise but was unable to getaway.

However, they'd made a legitimate bargain, and even demons had to follow some rules when on Earth. Releasing the dazed angel, Asmodeus wondered wickedly if that renewed flush on Raphael's face could possibly be arousal. Pity he wouldn't have a chance to find out. At least not now.

Dissolving away into a puddle of shadow, Asmodeus slithered down the side of the old brick building. He stood in the dirty snow in the alley surveying the delightful scene. He was almost tempted to let it continue at bit more—to really traumatize the woman—but he had made a deal. The archdemon sidled closer to the mortal couple.

"Time to meet my master," Asmodeus hissed in the damned mortal's ear although being human the man couldn't hear him.

Tendrils of shadow snaked over to the mortal, coiling inside him around his heart. With a ghoulish smile, Asmodeus squeezed one of his long-finger hands shut, and the shadows convulsed violently. The would-be rapist's eyes bulged out in shock as he released the woman to grasp at his chest instead. A moment later he fell over, dead from a heart attack.

Clutching her torn shirt—thankfully for her that was the only thing damaged—the woman scampered off still sobbing softly. Asmodeus sneered after the pathetic waste of flesh before returning to the angels on the rooftop.

"Every soul deserves a chance at redemption. You didn't have to kill him," Raphael said as soon as Asmodeus got there.

The demon shrugged. "Then you should've been more specific." His words were met with two equally frigid glares. "Mmm…so much for gratitude."

Raphael sighed and exchanged a defeated look with Gabriel. It was never a good thing to have a demon with propriety on his side. The healer clasped his hands almost prayerfully. "We are very grateful for you saving her, and it's true we did not specify how. Thank you, Asmodeus." Both angels bowed low.

The demon chuckled. "Oh please, you both know I only did it to rattle the lovely healer here." He collapsed into a pool of shadow before re-solidifying right in front of Raphael. "But still, Merry Christmas," he added with a sneer before stealing one final quick kiss.

-fin-


Title: A Cure
Fandom: Underworld
Pairing: very mildly Lucian/Singe
Rating: PG
Summary: Singe and Lucian's first meeting in which the lycan leader extends a helping hand.
Notes: Written for pilar_sama who requested some happy slash.


It was late; he should be home. Staggering, Singe stopped to lean against a building and try pathetically to catch his breath. Dammit, he should be home and in bed not walking the freezing Austrian streets.

A harsh cough wracked Singe's slight body, and he quickly grabbed a handkerchief from his coat pocket. Pressing it to his lips, he tried to stifle his wretched gagging. When Singe's breathing finally eased, he pulled the cloth away to find blood staining it.

It was his leukemia of course. The cursed cancer, his human body just couldn't take it. The Austrian man was a scientist and a doctor, but he still couldn't find either a cure or medicine that would save him. It was only a matter of time before the cancerous cells finished him off. Singe knew this; every doctor he'd been to knew this. It was inevitable.

Taking a few shallow gasps of air in an attempt to fortify himself, Singe pushed away from the wall and tottered weakly on his own two feet. By sheer willpower, he forced himself to move forward.

The Austrian scientist was only a block away from his home now—it was quite close to the laboratory where he worked—when he began to feel dizzy. Singe's ravaged lungs simply couldn't supply him with enough oxygen. Lightheaded, he felt his knees give out, and he would've fallen over, but strong arms caught him from behind and held him up.

"Thank you…" Singe wheezed, trying to find his balance.

"No," the stranger said, his voice soothing. "You're still too weak to stand on your own, Singe."

The Austrian started slightly. "You—you know my name?" Perhaps this man had once been to the laboratory Singe was employed at…?

"Yes," came the reply. Wrapping a supportive arm around Singe's waist, the man turned him around so that they were facing each other.

The stranger was dressed in nondescript clothing, and he had long dark hair, a beard and mustache, and steely grey eyes. There was also an odd gold pendant around the man's neck.

"Who are you?" the scientist asked. He didn't recognize this man at all.

"I'm Lucian, and I'm here to help you."

Singe gave a bitter laugh which quickly turned to an even bitterer cough. Finally he said, "I don't think there's anyone who can help me."

"You'd be surprised," Lucian told him, allowing Singe to lean into him exhaustedly. "For now though, let me get you home before you pass out. Later you may yet find that I can cure what ails you."

-fin-


Title: An Eye for an Eye
Fandom: Red Dragon
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Rating: R (for gore, mutilation, and general unpleasantness)
Summary: Hell hath no fury like a lover scorned.
Notes: Written for yuna_firerose. Not specifically what she requested because as soon as I asked her to specify, my muses ran amok. -_-' Also, this takes the prize for most depressing holiday gift-fic EVER.


It was a very nice house, Hannibal Lecter decided. It suited an ocean-lover like Will Graham perfectly. It was right on the water in the balmy Florida Keys with an unobstructed view of the sea and skyline that must be to die for. Hannibal felt an irrepressible lick of anger at that.

Lecter entered Graham's house easily through a side door—it didn't even have a deadbolt—and began a careful inspection of the premises. It wouldn't surprise Hannibal if Will kept a gun in the house, and he really did not want to wind up on the wrong end of it. Finally he found the ex-profiler unarmed and asleep on his bed. Lecter shook his head disapprovingly at the sight of a half-finished bottle of brandy cradled in the crook of Will's arm.

From his jacket pocket, Hannibal withdrew a hypodermic syringe filled with a mild paralytic. It was similar to a sedative, but instead of knocking Will out, it would keep him conscious yet unable to move. Perfect for what the doctor had in mind.

Hannibal Lecter pressed the thin needle into Will's forearm and injected the paralytic. The needle was so slender Graham hadn't even felt it. Hannibal smiled to himself. This would be a most interesting night.
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Will woke up when he felt cold water splashed on his face. What the fuck? he thought. He moved his hand to brush it away, or at least Graham tried to move his hand. The limb didn't respond though, no muscle did. Okay, Will reassured himself. Okay now, just breath, relax. This is a dream, only dream. Fuck, I can't move anything…

He could still see. Taking advantage of that, Will realized he was in his living room, on the floor. The lights were down low, and he couldn't make out too much. He couldn't even turn his head, and the ex-profiler didn't know where the water had come from What kind of crazy dream was this?

"Hello, Will."

No, Will thought, disbelieving. He'd recognize that smooth, cultured voice anywhere. Sweet Mary Jesus no…

Sure Graham knew about Lecter's messy escape from Tennessee, but he hadn't seriously thought Hannibal would come here. If he could've winced, Will would've as the doctor came closer into Will's field of vision before kneeling down beside him.

Almost tenderly Lecter caressed Will's face, and the ex-profiler's skin crawled. There was no kindness in the gesture now, but years ago, Will would've relished such a sensual touch and sought to return it. However, the two men had not been lovers for a long, long time, and Will had little doubt that Hannibal held no soft feelings for him now.

Hannibal nodded approvingly at the paralyzed, helpless Will, and a more salacious grin could not be found anywhere. "You know, Will," the doctor began conversationally, "I usually see myself as above something so petty as revenge—I really do—but for you, an exception must be made. For years, my dear Will, years I was stripped of a view, of any life at all outside a glass and stone gerbil cage. While I happen to lack a method of incarcerating you, I do have other ways of returning the favor."

Smile widening, Lecter could see real and primal fear blossoming in Will's eyes. Will with his inimitable imagination was already beginning to figure out where this exchange was going.

"Oh, and between you and I, it's true what they say about revenge. It is a dish best served cold." So saying Hannibal withdrew a sharp stiletto knife, blade glinting like Lecter's eyes, glinting cruelly in the dim light.

Will's wide eyes stared desperately. Lecter was serious. Lecter was fucking serious, and with that realization, Will felt a sickening animalistic sensation sweep through him at the thought of losing his eyes.

"Don't worry, Will, I won't deprive the world of the rare sea-blue color of your eyes. I plan to have them preserved and bottled and sent to Jack Crawford. Won't that be nice?" The doctor smiled most unkindly, and if he could have, Will would've screamed.

Silent tears trickled down Graham's cheeks, and Hannibal Lecter bent his sleek head to lap them up. Truly despair has a salty taste, and Lecter decided that once he removed Will's eyes, he would be careful to leave the tear ducts undamaged.

-fin-

Comments

[goldfish-memory.livejournal.com]

Awwwwww... Lovely ficlets!!!!

Love all the UW one's Of Course! *Pets boytoy*pets lonely elder*hugs Lucian for helping Singe*

And of course the Bible fic! *shakes finger* should have know better! You need to be specific when making deals!

Well done! Waits for rest of the goodies! ^^

[tsuru-san.livejournal.com]

I'm so glad ya liked 'em! The "Beyond My Control" one was one of the most fun to write. ^^

You need to be specific when making deals!
Typical trusting angel... *pets Raphael*

Waits for rest of the goodies!
And here (http://www.livejournal.com/users/myst_walker/112146.html#cutid2) is your Kraven/Soren one. ;)

*squee*

[mypaleangel.livejournal.com]

Ooh, lovely ficlet! I've missed your Asmodeus/Raphael fics, and this was so awesome! Asmodeus is delightfully evil as usual - though he was almost nice there for a moment! And Raph is so sweet and innocent. I feel that his flush was indeed arousal - hee, I'm a perv like that! But best of all was Gabriel - he was so lovely, and you made him an albino too! Thank you so much for that! *hugs* I love Asmodeus's interaction with Gabe, and I wonder if Gabe misses Lucifer still... and I'm glad the woman got away OK!

Thank you so much for this awesome fic! *hugs you, and adds fic to memories*

Re: *squee*

[tsuru-san.livejournal.com]

I'm so happy you enjoyed it, m'dear! It was quite fun to write. *grin*

though he was almost nice there for a moment!
I figured that'd be a fun little twist. It's interesting to think that he'd do something "good" as long as it served his own goals.

he was so lovely, and you made him an albino too!
Actually, after reading your fics, I have a hard time picturing Gabriel as not being albino. ^^

*hugs you, and adds fic to memories*
*hugs you back*

Re: *squee*

[mypaleangel.livejournal.com]

I figured that'd be a fun little twist. It's interesting to think that he'd do something "good" as long as it served his own goals.

Yes, that was brilliant! So typical of Asmodeus. Bad demon! *loves on him* I can't wait to see what he gets up to in your next fic!

Actually, after reading your fics, I have a hard time picturing Gabriel as not being albino.

Aww, you're so sweet! *snuggles you*

You do the demon/angel fics so wonderfully! :D

[yunafire.livejournal.com]

Ooh...so very, very haunting! Reminds me of Sands in OUaTiM; the obvious parallels of sight loss and all. Prolly shouldn't enjoy the fic as much as I do but... I do. Hannibal's sense of revenge is, in his own way, quite justified; while he rotted away in a cell, forgotten from all the world, Will happily enjoyed this grand view of the ocean... or so he would have had he not squandered away his days on gin and tonics.

Dark, haunting, and so very beautiful, my dear.

[tsuru-san.livejournal.com]

w00t! Glad to here it was a good read. Although I'm sure your Will muse hates me by now... o.0

Prolly shouldn't enjoy the fic as much as I do but... I do.
Same here. As soon as the plotbunny struck me, I practically squeed my demented brains out. My 'rents thought I'd lost it. XD

Hannibal's sense of revenge is, in his own way, quite justified;
Mmm, yes. There's a certain quid pro quo to it. *evil grin*

[pilar-sama.livejournal.com]

It's quite bittersweet in a way. I enjoyed it very much. Thanks!

[tsuru-san.livejournal.com]

Yeah, poor Singe. Glad to know you liked it.

[henrika-amanda.livejournal.com]

I loved the UW ones! The one you wrote for me was lovely, but the "Beyond My Control" story is my fav. Just... amazing. *sigh*

[tsuru-san.livejournal.com]

Thank you! Yeah, "Beyond My Control" is probably my fav too. It was a very interesting challenge.

[carlomelo.livejournal.com]

Oh wow! Awesome collection of fics there! Keep up the good stuff! :D

[tsuru-san.livejournal.com]

Thank you very much!

[dragong.livejournal.com]

;__; Awwwwwwwww, poor boy! *sob*

Amazing drabbles! ^^ I totally heart them!! <3<3<3 Thank youuuuu!

[tsuru-san.livejournal.com]

So glad ya liked it! *pets Kraven* Yeah, I'm so mean to him...

[girl4edwards04.livejournal.com]

O_O OMG. You have a fic for me? *dies* You're too kind. :)

Also, I loved the Bible ficcie. Asmodeus = GUH. O_O

[tsuru-san.livejournal.com]

Yes, I do, and here (http://www.livejournal.com/users/myst_walker/112146.html#cutid1) it is.

Glad you liked it! I do so enjoy evil Asmodeus. ^^

[seraphitta.livejournal.com]

Bible fic= LUV
And poor Will. ;______;

I do love your fics. Always a pleasure to read. Thank you for this. =]

[tsuru-san.livejournal.com]

So happy to know you enjoyed them, chica. ^^