Fic Meme!

May. 25th, 2013 08:28 pm
samyazaz: (Samy)
Stolen from [livejournal.com profile] teprometo because it looks like a hoot and a half.

I have 24 works archived at AO3. Pick a number from 1 (the most recent) to 24 (the first thing I posted there), and I'll either tell you three things or answer three questions about it - your choice.
samyazaz: (Samy)
[livejournal.com profile] kitty_fic has been doing this cool drawing-a-day thing, and drawing is always something I've wanted to do but never had the dedication to devote much time to it because writing was always more interesting. But I can totally do one drawing a day, so I've been inspired by her example and am joining in!

Behold my fabulousness beneath the cut! )
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Title: As the Sun Will Rise
Pairing: Enjolras/Grantaire
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 18,119
Summary: A Beauty and the Beast AU in which Grantaire's sense of humor goes over everyone's heads, he finds himself with a houseful of "prisoners" he wishes would just go away, Cosette falls in love with a chair, and Enjolras takes it upon himself to make sure the servants are paid a decent living wage.
Author's Note: Written for this kinkmeme prompt

Read it on AO3.

samyazaz: (Samy)
My car passed its smog test today. I think I've just witnessed a miracle.
samyazaz: (Samy)
Title: Incentive
Pairing: Derek/Stiles
Rating: M
Word Count: 733
Summary: Stiles's research isn't going fast enough for Derek's liking. Derek comes up with a...unique...way of motivating him.
Author's Note: Written for Week 2 of Mating Games, "Texts From Last Night", based on this text.

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Title: Amuse-Bouche
Pairing: Athelstan/Lagertha/Ragnar
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 8,134
Summary: Working for rising-star executive chefs Lagertha and Ragnar Lothbrok is Athelstan's dream job. But Ragnar and Lagertha are anything but conventional, and if the food they keep plying him with is any indication, they're interested in more than just their new sous-chef's skills in the kitchen.
Author's Note: A birthday fic for [livejournal.com profile] lady_ragnell! Happy birthday, Nell!

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samyazaz: (Samy)
Title: Rhythmic
Pairing: Gyda/Thyri
Rating: T
Word Count: 556
Summary: Gyda likes the summers, likes sailing out with her brother and fighting at his side. The summer raids make her blood sing, but she likes winters best.
Author's Note: A birthday drabble for [livejournal.com profile] lady_ragnell! Happy birthday, Nell!

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Title: Animal Urges
Pairing: Scott/Stiles
Rating: M
Word Count: 711
Summary: Scott keeps breaking Stiles's PS3 controllers, and Stiles has to put his foot down: no more Call of Duty. But now what else are they supposed to do together?
Author's Note: Written for Week 1 of Mating Games: First/Last Times

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samyazaz: (Samy)
Title: To the Beat of a Heart
Pairing: Erica/Laura
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1650
Summary: Erica was taught well. That's why she has the fake ID, tucked carefully away behind her library card. Because she'd rather think that someday she'll find herself digging it out of there and handing it to a bouncer and knowing the secret thrill of getting away with something forbidden, than admit to herself that she'd probably never dare.

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Title: Lay Your Hands On Me
Pairing: Enjolras/Grantaire
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 21,672
Summary: Between university and his on-campus political activism, Enjolras's attention is fully occupied. Until he meets a violinist busking on campus who worms his way into his thoughts and refuses to leave...
Author's Note: Written for the "HS/College AU" square on my Trope Bingo card and this kinkmeme prompt.

Read it on AO3.
samyazaz: (Samy)
Because stealing looks at people's writing is super fun. ^_^

Some of these are going to be origfic, since I don't have enough of a fanfic backlog to make 21.


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Title: Unbroken
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 12,158
Summary: It's not like there weren't signs. If Merlin had been paying attention, if he'd known what to look for, if he'd known that there was any need, he might have seen it coming. Maybe he could have done something about it.

Maybe it would have always ended this way.
Content Notes: Dubious consent, fuck or die, werewolf AU
Author's Note: Written for the "fuck or die" square on my Trope Bingo card.

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samyazaz: (Samy)
Title: Beneath the Midnight Moon
Pairing: Allison/Lydia
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 29,227
Summary: The first day Lydia missed school, Allison figured she was allowed a pass, all things considered. She sent her a text, teasing her about playing hookie, but wasn't concerned when she didn't receive a response. Lydia wasn't always the most reliable about returning messages. When she didn't show up Tuesday morning, Allison called her, but only got her voicemail.

When Lydia missed her big calculus exam on Wednesday, Allison knew something was wrong.
Author's Note: Written for my "soul bonding/soulmates" Trope Bingo square, and my suuuuuper belated second fic for Femslash February

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For Te

Feb. 24th, 2013 08:04 am
samyazaz: (Samy)
Colette caught my eye. She raised a brow. "What's all that about?"

I shook my head. I didn't know what to say. There was nothing to be said, really. Nothing I cared to. Nothing that wouldn't lead to trouble. "I don't know," I said, my head ducked down as I tried to follow Elodie inside.

Colette braced a hand against the door frame, blocking my passage. I looked up at her reluctantly, knowing what was to come. She just gave me a flat look. I'd seen her give Yves that look any number of times, when he'd done something wrong and was trying to lie to her about it.

"I don't know," I said, my voice rough with honestly. "I don't know what it is. I don't know... why."

Her brows lifted higher, but the corner of her mouth turned up, a small smile of victory and satisfaction. "But you know who."

Not a question. It didn't need to be. I scrubbed at my brow, then ducked under her arm and into the house. "I need tea," I said grimly. "I hope your kettle's on."

"Not yet." She hung it over the fire, then turned back and motioned me to the chair at her table. "You're just going to have to put up with being interrogated while you wait."

I shut my eyes, sighed and shook my head. "Must I? This isn't the morning for it, Colette."

"Oh, you must, certainly." She sat opposite me, and despite the teasing lilt to her words, her expression was as unyielding as I'd ever seen it. She propped her elbows on the table, her chin on her knuckles. "Who sent it, Rene?"

I leaned back in my chair with a sigh that felt as though it stole all the air from my lungs. "It isn't welcome. I don't want it."

"That's not what I asked, is it?" She looked me over with a narrowed, speculative gaze. "Is it the same man who made you so happy, that while back?"

I tightened my jaw. "You don't know what you're talking about."

Her brows lifted as though I'd admitted everything. "And who made you so surly, a few weeks after?"

"Damn it, Colette."

"Watch your language, if you please," she said mildly. "The children might be listening. And I'll take that for a yes."

"He doesn't make me happy. He makes me crazy."

"They do that, don't they?" Her smile softened, turned sympathetic rather than calculating. "What's his name? Why haven't you introduced us?"

Because you already know him. I bit my tongue so hard I tasted blood. "If it were important enough to warrant it, I would have."

"He's sending you gifts, Rene. It sounds serious to me."

I bared my teeth. Whether it was a silent snarl or an agonized grimace, not even I could have said. "It's a bribe. That's all. He thinks he can buy me."

She glanced over to where Elodie sat by her spindle and basket of wool, the package on the floor before her, her hands plucking impatiently at the string that bound it. She gnawed on her lip as she eyed me, and I knew my daughter well enough to know she was calculating how long I might make her wait before we opened it, judging whether or not wheedling was likely to get her what she wanted sooner, or only vex me enough to delay it.

Colette looked back at me, the edges of her smile whetted sharp once more. "Sure," she said lightly. "He sends you gifts, you accept them. I can't imagine why he wouldn't think you could be bought."

"I didn't accept it! I--" I sucked air through my teeth and leaned across the table so I could drop my voice to a fierce whisper, too low to reach across the room to Elodie. "I'd have pitched it into the gutter if I'd known it was there. But Elodie saw it first, before I could do anything, and she's got the bit between her teeth now. You know how she is. She'll think of nothing else until I let her open it and see what's in that damned box."

Colette laughed quietly and ducked her head. Her fingers drummed out a rapid beat against the table's edge. "Oh, Rene. Are you sure you haven't got it wrong? Seems to me he's courting your daughter, not you." She followed my gaze when it flashed immediately back to Elodie. She was on her belly now, her chin on the floor and her face up against the package, prying back one corner of the paper it was wrapped in, trying to peer inside. "And doing a fine job of it, too."

"He's not." The words hissed through my teeth, unexpectedly fierce. "It's just happenstance, is all it was today. He doesn't know."

Colette hesitated, her gaze on me, focused close as though she was waiting for me to finish a sentence she didn't know I'd already ended. When a second moment passed, and another, her brow furrowed. "He doesn't know Elodie?"

I bit on my tongue, on the inside of my cheek. It didn't help. The words came falling out of me all the same. "Doesn't know about her."

Colette sat back abruptly. There was astonishment in her gaze, but also something condemning. "No," she said slowly. "I was wrong. It isn't serious at all."

I drew a breath. She spoke before I could.

"You haven't told him about your daughter?"

I rubbed a hand over my jaw. The muscles there were so tight they ached. "Why should I have? It's none of his concern. I don't want him around."

She crossed her arms over her chest and shook her head, expression tight and unhappy. Behind her, the kettle's rumble turned to an unsteady whistle, but she made no move to take it off the fire, just kept staring at me, full of disapproval.

I slid my chair back and rose to get the kettle, and make the tea. I had work to do, a shop to run. I couldn't wait all day for tea.

"You're a wonder, Rene Daviau, do you know that?" She spat the words out, hard and fast, like it was an accusation, not praise.
samyazaz: (No more caffeine for you)
Holy cow. I'm 3k into this fic, writing along in the middle of a Quest To Identify This Strain of Wolfsbane caper, and bam! Suddenly 200 words of feels about Allison losing her mother dump onto the page. Where did that come from? I mean, I'll take it and gladly, but jeez. That was surprising.
samyazaz: (Samy)
Title: From the Ground Up
Author: [livejournal.com profile] samyazaz
Pairing: Erica/Lydia
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 4,043
Summary: "I'm sorry," Lydia said, and in those two words, somehow managed to make it sound as though Erica were the one who should be begging for forgiveness. "You want me to do what?"
Author's Note: Written for my Trope Bingo "virginfic" square

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Backstory: We are both sick.

Samy: (muttering to self) God.
Mom: What?
Samy: I feel like crap.
Mom: (incredibly dismissively) I know. Me too.
Samy: ...
Mom: And my day isn't even over yet.

I AM SO GOD DAMN SICK OF PEOPLE WHO TREAT ILLNESS AND INJURY LIKE IT'S A FUCKING COMPETITION.
samyazaz: (Samy)
Title: The Girl With The Guns
Author: [livejournal.com profile] samyazaz
Pairing: Merlin/Gwen
Rating: R
Word Count: 753
Summary: Gwen has no doubts about what it is that draws her to Merlin. It's his quiet competency, the steadiness of his hands on Serenity's controls. It's in the way he can make her laugh despite herself even in the most dire situations, and the way he's just as responsible as Arthur is for bringing them safely from one planet to the next but he doesn't even seem to realize it.
Author's Note: Written for Week 6 of Summer Pornathon 2012: Crossover/Fusion.

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