Jun. 16th, 2010

kittydesade: (mark sheppard is god)
Title: Aggressive Negotiations
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Ruby/Crowley
Word Count: ~2500
Rating: R
Summary: Crowley has something Ruby wants. Ruby has something Crowley wants. Ruby loses.
A/N: Dub-con, whether the dub is more or less clear depends, I think, on your interpretation.

Negotiations were a delicate business. If you weren’t careful, you found yourself paying more than you wanted for something that was worth less than you thought. Crowley had learned that lesson repeatedly, less often these days but it was still worth keeping in mind as he faced down the pretty blonde woman with the very old woman inside her.

“Well? Do you have it?”

Crowley smiled. “Hold your horses, love. I thought we could talk for a bit first."

"What's there to talk about? You have my materials. I have your payment." Not money, not cash. Not between them. Her payment came in the form of a small black vial with a viscous liquid that had taken her a lot of time to accumulate. And it still wasn't as valuable as the materials she needed to finish the damn knife.

He allowed himself a step or two closer. Her having the knife, her making the bloody thing put him on edge, but the word had come down that this was what was needed to get the job done. So this was what everyone was told to do; help her in any way they could. Of course, he was a crossroads demon, he had a job to do, so he couldn't exactly make it easy for her. Had to make a profit somehow.

Getting his jollies was just an extra special bonus.

"Are we doing this deal or not?"

"Pucker up, sweetheart."

He should have known better than to trust her. She was that bitch's favorite for a reason.

Crowley caught her hand in his pocket and held it there, squeezing her wrist tight enough that he could hear the bones of her meatsuit grinding together. "Aw, love, if you wanted that, you could have just asked. That, you can have for free."

"I wouldn't touch you to…"

Well, why not. They were already lips to lips, or close enough to it. And even if he couldn't read other demons quite as well as he could humans, he hadn't been the King of the Crossroads for the last few centuries without learning how to negotiate. How to read the signs of body and voice rather than minds. Her body was screaming to be touched. Her voice was screaming to be challenged.

She reached up her other hand to jab her fingers into his throat, and he grabbed her other wrist. “Ah ah ah...” he hissed out through a toothy smile. "No."

"You stupid, slimy bastard..."

"Look who's talking."

There was a moment there, just a moment, when he wasn't sure she wanted it. And then he had to make a decision, searching her stolen face with borrowed eyes for signs distorted by her human body. Not that he was squeamish, but he had to be in the right frame of mind and mood for rape, and this wasn't it. He wanted to play with his food, not devour it, ripping and tearing. But he was hungry. So to speak.

She did respond. Her eyes grew heavy-lidded, half-closed, and her body relaxed enough that her wrists went limp in his hands, though he didn't let go. Not a tricky bitch like her. She tilted her face up to his and sidled closer, till he had just decided to go with it, either way. She wasn't fighting. Actually, she was leaning into it. Brushing up against him. Encouraging him. His smile stretched into a smirk as he leaned back, closer, pulled her closer.

The pain was all the more intrusive for being unexpected. Her knee slammed into his crotch hard enough to make him let go of her wrists. Predictably, she turned and bolted.

"Oh no you don't..."

He tackled her on the dirt in front of her hide-out, knocking the breath out of her against the rocks and the hard-packed ground. She beat at him with her fists, but he cracked her head against the ground first and she went limp.

"There," Crowley panted, smirking. "Now we can have this conversation some place a little more civilized."



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Russian )

Oogh. Someone remind me to come back to the make your own dialogue section after I've tackled the grammar points?

Got my first bingo done for Kink Bingo. Now I just have to fill the rest of the card and/or finish Sherlock Holmes Big Bang. Well, more that than the other. And Martine. But at least that one's done, posted, finished.

Heading out a bit early today to go to Staples and hopefully get a color printer cartridge. And some chips! And a chipcase. I'm still stoked about being able to put information on chips and I really don't think that's going to go away anytime soon. This was the future, back when I was in high school, this was what people did in the futurstic future in Shadowrun and so on. They put data on chips. And, yeah, maybe the chips aren't as big as they will be in the future or at least as ubiquitous. Because come to think of it, you can fit more data on a chip than you can on a CD, so why aren't we using these yet? Damn. But, yeah. This is the future. And I'm living in it. Butt wiggle dance of happiness.

I have been writing so much smut lately. Maybe that's why it's hard to write Sherlock Holmes. I suppose I could write Sherlock Holmes smut but it goes against the grain, as one of those people who just firmly believes that Holmes was asexual and too arrogant to have room in his heart for anyone but himself and probably Watson. No Sherlock Holmes smut. As hot as Robert Downey Jr and Basil Rathbone are. No. On the plus side, it did sort of help when writing some of Martine. Which I need to get back to today. I think, this weekend, I'll actually be able to finish the Holmes Big Bang once and for all, with edits and fixes and everything. There's really only one major fix I need to do, and the rest is pretty much just polishing and tidying. At least as far as I know. Betas may say differently. And hopefully I can get all that done around finishing Martine, devote the week after that to Martine, and then get back to a more even writing schedule.

And last but certainly not least, People are being stupid and insensitive on the internet. Oh, and water is wet, too. This latest one takes place in Supernatural Fandom, your home of all flavors of batshit crazy all at 110% volume all the time. Further proof that Jag just doesn't understand these things and is going to go hide in her bunker now.

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kittydesade: (gay pride sammy jackson)
日本語 )

I'm actually kind of curious who can read the kanji here and who can't. I mean, whose computers are set up for it, that is. I have no idea who among y'all actually speaks Japanese, but I'm always curious to know that, too.

So, Prop 8 is hearing closing arguments today, if I understand the news article right, which means deliberations are tomorrow, I think. This fills me mostly with dread, because California hasn't had the best track record and lately the trend seems to be towards banning or otherwise marginalizing gay rights. Yay. It's not over yet, but I'm already depressed and bracing myself. And writing fic in my head. So far I have a snippet of a fic featuring two OCs. He heard the water run in the bathroom; possibly Peter being quietly sick. They'd spent all of dinner sitting on the couch eating one handed, clutching each other's hands and watching the television. Peter'd even managed to choke down most of the very well done chicken. Paul hadn't even tried.

Peter was upset, visibly so. Poor bastard. He was far more high strung than Paul, or maybe it was just that Paul was too mellow and laid back, one of the two. He vacillated between thinking that he was laying down and playing doormat for the social conservatives of the world and that Peter was going to die young of a heart attack from being so stressed out all the time.


It's not the most polished thing I've ever done, but there's that response piece noted down. It just worries me. On both a Pastor Martin Niemöller "First they came for the..." level and on a level that has at least a few friends in California, and while none of them are gay or lesbian or bisexual with a same sex partner, I know they're concerned for the issue. Hell, I'd like my ... second cousin? First cousin once removed? To grow up in a place where you can marry whoever you love regardless of who's got what bits.

Sigh, world. Sigh.

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kittydesade: (serene)
Title: Don't Dress Your Cat In An Apron
Fandom: The Dresden Files (book)
Characters: Marcone, OC
Word Count: ~5300 words
Rating: R
Summary: Marcone has managed to keep his love life a carefully guarded secret, including its... differences. That doesn't mean, however, that he won't fight to protect and keep it.
A/N: Contains discussion and description of transgender and transsexuality and abortion. Thanks, as always, to Kiki and Anna for betaing, and to Bean for putting up with me.

"Don't dress your cat in an apron, just 'cause he's learning to bake
Don't put your horse in a nightgown, just 'cause she can't stay awake
Don't dress your snake in a muumuu, just 'cause he's off on a cruise
Don't dress your whale in galoshes if she really prefers overshoes
A person should wear what he wants to
And not just what other folk say
A person should do what she likes to
A person's a person that way."
-- Don't Dress Your Cat In An Apron
Billy de Wolfe


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kittydesade: (morning ugh)
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If they fridge JJ on Criminal Minds I vote we send CBS a fridge with a mannequin in it. Who's with me?

I had my first... um. I don't even know what to call it. In a crazy random happenstance, almost exactly 24 hours after I get into a discussion on one LJ about fandom, fanfiction, and my fear of horribly offending or hurting someone with my fanfic, someone tags one of my fics and says "This part of this offends me." Surprisingly, this ended up being much less dramatic than I thought. First there was the startled/hurt feelings moment, then there was the okay, get a grip on yourself, let's see what this person actually wrote moment. Then there was reading the comment, thinking on it, pondering the points it made, and responding with what I hoped was a solution and an explanation of the one point that was a comment on my interpretation of the prompt. And apparently my proposed solution was fine with the person. So, woot, I guess? Yay for not having made a total ass of myself on the internet!

In all seriousness, I write these fics to be entertaining, not to espouse a point of view, and while I'll argue writing, interpretation of canon, etc till the stars burn out I don't mean to offend anyone by what I write, so it's nice to occasionally have something pointed out to me as "Hey, this part here offends me" and be given a chance to explain/fix/what have you.

Sigh. I need to stop discussing this at least for tonight, if not for tomorrow as well. It's getting really depressing and I'm starting to wonder if anyone's actually understanding me or if I'm not making myself clear. The revolution will resume tomorrow. Tonight I'm just too tired even to talk about the yarn kerfluffle that happened today.

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