Feb. 26th, 2011

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This is a fic journal. I like having a journal this is pretty much fic and fic-only, so I'm going to move the content of my insanejournal fic-journal here. (Insanejournal has lots more icon space, but I don't know--I just like Dreamwidth better.)

So, yes. Soon there will be fic in these thar pixels.
juniperberry: (we belong to the stars)
I actually like this AU, although I'm not certain it's going to go the way I originally intended. Must get back to it one day.

And just think, somewhere there is Tomoyo being Kurogane's badass little sister. )
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I've been really tempted to do more with this, so here it goes.

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"Our roof is leaking again, Mr. Landlord."

Watanuki sighed. "I'll see what I can do about it," he said, trying to keep a hold of his temper, "but you are a rain spirit, you know. I've fixed your roof five times this year."

The young woman shrugged, her gothic dress rustling with layers of petticoats. "It's still leaking," she said, "and that child might catch cold. You don't want that, do you?"

Watanuki thought of the Zashiki Warashi catching a cold. Not only would she feel miserable, the Ame Warashi and all of the Karasu Tengu would conspire to make his life a throbbing, migraine-ish hell.

"I'll look at it in a few hours, Ame Warashi-san," he said, bowing a little, before continuing down the stairs. He was just lucky, really, that the building was largely made of stone and concrete, or he'd have serious water damage and mold in that apartment, too.

He worked in this boarding house as the landlord-in-residence and superintendent. Thus, when the Ame Warashi's roof began to leak, or the toilet in the fortuneteller's flat clogged up, or the wiring didn't work in the Raijuu's lighting fixture, it was up to him to attend to it.

He was on his way down to the closet on the first floor, which held all sorts of cleaning supplies and tools and quick fix-it things like spackle. On the way he saw the Neko Musume, wearing less than usual as she headed out into the world; the oni from the second floor, who gave him a toothy grin and a wave; the vampire hunter (who gave Watanuki the creeps) passed him on the stairs and barely spared him a glance. Watanuki nodded and smiled at each of them. They were his tenants, his responsibility.

There was a boy at the bottom of the stairs, looking rather scruffy. A girl stood beside him, holding his hand in hers and looking around with interest.

"Welcome," Watanuki said. "This is Ichihara Yuuko's Condo's for the Odd and Impoverished. I'm Watanuki, the superintendent."

"Ah," the boy said. "I'm Syaoran. This is the Lady Sakura. Is there--do you have a place to rent?"
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Downpour, part the first. )

Why haven't I got back to this 'verse yet?
juniperberry: (we belong to the stars)
It had been years, and somehow she had missed them passing.

That was the thought running through Yuzuriha's head as she looked at the young woman on her doorstep--about her own height, but dressed in a fitted, conservative business suit, her hair no longer with a dyed tuft and her glasses smaller, and oval lenses. She was fidgeting, just the slightest bit, and her eyes were still cold and guarded.

"Yatouji-san," Yuzuriha said, for lack of anything else to say. "I'd--um--how are you?"

Yatouji was quiet a moment, as though searching for the right word. "Alive," she said at last.

Yuzuriha realized she was staring, and blushed. "Oh, I'm being rude--please come in. I can make tea...."

Yatouji was staring at her. There was a crack in her eyes, between the coldness and the wary look--confusion shining through like sunlight through blinds.

"You don't have to, Nekoi-san," she began, but Yuzuriha stopped her.

"Oh, I don't mind! Kusanagi won't be home for a little longer, and it's just me and Inuki, so it's no trouble--"

Yatouji reached out and caught her hand. "Nekoi-san," she said coolly, "don't you think it's unwise to invite someone into your home who tried to kill you?"

Yuzuriha blinked. It honestly hadn't occured to her; she had been so surprised to see Yatouji on her doorstep, she hadn't given that fact much thought.

"It was so long ago," she said, twisting her hand so that Yatouji's fingers were trapped in her own. "And you've changed, haven't you? You don't want to kill me."

"No," Yatouji said, "but that doesn't--"

"I'm not afraid of you," Yuzuriha said, and kept Yatouji's warm hand in hers. "It was a long time ago, and we've changed. Why do you think it would matter now?"

Adopted AU

Feb. 26th, 2011 04:41 pm
juniperberry: himawari (appearences are deceiving)
I really need a title for this thing.

Adopted alternate universe, mostly xxxHolic. )
juniperberry: himawari (appearences are deceiving)
Work-in-progress, sing it with me!

Crossdressing Doumeki~~~ )
juniperberry: himawari (appearences are deceiving)
Watanuki had been closed off ever since Yuuko died--he didn't fight or bicker or complain the way he used to, and Shizuka wasn't quite certain what to do with this new person who inhabited his friend's skin. He knew from the passing of his grandfather and father that grief was never easy, and it doesn't dissapate with a sunrise; but then, he was on one side of that wall, and now he was on the other, and helpless to break it down. And he doesn't know if Watanuki would even want him to do so.

But he went to the shop every day, occasionally bringing news from Kunogi, and watched Watanuki stay still, among the frenzied energy of Mokona and the twins. Watanuki gave him small, strained smiles and learned to smoke and how to hold his liquor, and once or twice Shizuka had arrived to find Watanuki altering Yuuko's old robes and clothing to fit a still-tall, still-slender, but not quite so feminine frame. Shizuka thought briefly of teasing him about wearing girls' clothes, and decided against it. Maybe in another few months, he'd thought.

Shizuka finished high school and began college, and Watanuki settled more firmly into himself and the rhythyms of the shop.
juniperberry: (everyone has to excel at something)
You know, I've been writing Clampfic for at least three or four years, but Star Wars is apparently the fandom that makes me feel as though I've truly crossed that geeky line.

Nothing graphic to warn for, though Leia's language is pretty rough.

Yet Another AU; must get those Five Times fics hammered out. )
juniperberry: (wonder what?)
Though on the other hand, now I want to write a bunch of Bryan Fuller characters as Jedi/padawans. Jaye as a Jedi Knight, y/y?

A Five Times fic that hasn't worked out. )

West

Feb. 26th, 2011 05:30 pm
juniperberry: himawari (appearences are deceiving)
Alternate universe, work-in-progress, future threesome 'cause I'm predictable like that, yada yada.

West, prologue. )

West, a while later, though how much later is still to be determined. )
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This fic is going to be a bit more serious than my usual attempts at this threesome, because while I like it a lot, it is rife with squicky pitfalls and rather creepy undertones, and if I don't confront it head-on the fic will suffer.

So, yeah. You're warned.

Ficlet snippet thingy. )
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Hey, it's a Star Wars fic that isn't Leia/Han/Luke! Awesomeness.

Snippet. )
juniperberry: (we're all together now)
"You must hate comin' back here every night," Xander said quietly. Giles glanced up at his apartment door, resplendent with round decorative crosses, and took a deep breath.

"Sometimes," he said. "I--I thought I could paint it, maybe, to-to make it a little...." There really weren't words for it. He was still sleeping on the couch; everytime he got to the top of the stairs all he could see was an expressionless, beautiful face and empty brown eyes.

"Yes," he said at last, and Xander bobbed his head in acceptance. Giles' hands were still encased in bandages; he wouldn't be doing any painting anytime soon with his broken fingers.

Xander helped him inside--hovering, as he had been doing ever since the mansion. "You need anything while I'm here?"

"No," Giles said. "No, I--I think I'll be all right, Xander. Thank you."

Xander gave him a slight smile and another small nod, and turned to the door. He paused as he pulled it open.

"You know," he said, "Willow will probably be cleared in a week or two. Willow, me, Oz, you--how about a painting party? Six hands are better than none."

A smile--small, and hesitant, and still warring with grief and worry that wanted to drown him--spread across his face almost before he realized it.

"That--that would be nice," he said, and Xander gave him one more wave before the door swung shut behind him.
juniperberry: (it was a manly scream)
I like writing Marcone. He's an intensely complex character, and he's a mean bastard. I like writing urbane mean bastards, apparently.

Parts 1-4/? )
juniperberry: (we're all together now)
Don't know when there will be a part the second, mind.

Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Rating: PG for now, that may change
Genre: Gen for now; that may change also
Summary: After things fall apart, you have to put the pieces back together.
Notes: Alternate Universe as of the end of "Grave"/S6. This will probably get long, but that's just a guess.
As a warning--this hasn't been beta'd, just proof-read. You've been warned.

All We Are We Are, 1/? )

Whew!

Feb. 26th, 2011 09:42 pm
juniperberry: (don't mess with the scoobies)
Discounting that first entry post, there's thirty-one posts on this journal already, and it's all works in progress that have a chance of actually going somewhere.

I'd like this post to be actual fic, but I know myself too well for that--it's late, and I need to get to bed.

So instead, a list of things to write that I haven't already:

-That xxxHolic/Dresden Files fusion

-Doumeki as a down-and-dirty demon hunter

-Willow/Giles, trying to get Xander into a relationship (Drunken!Giles ficathon prompt)

-Oz/Willow/Xander, stumbling towards a relationship

Really, though, I should be reading my biology book, practicing my guitar, cleaning my house, watching my rented (and loaned) DVDs, and working on all the other fics that are languishing for attention.

Hmm. I think I should pick one and finish it, even if I don't want to and it hurts and nothing is working.

Hmm.
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