Two More Fanfics! XD
And here's the second and the third of the fics that I wrote for my RP. :D I finally got around to posting it on my personal LJ, so here they are. Enjoy. XD
Title: The Ghost of Christmas Present
Fandom: The 10th Kingdom
Characters: Virginia Lewis, Wolf
Rating: G
Summary: My name is Virgina Lewis. I live at the edge of a forest. And no matter how much my fiancé insists, I will never be known as 'Virginia Wolf'. He thinks it's charming. I think he's insane.
A/N: Don't own it, don't profit from it. And enjoy. :D
***
My name is Virgina Lewis. I live at the edge of a forest.
And no matter how much my fiancé insists, I will never be known as 'Virginia Wolf'. He thinks it's charming. I think he's insane.
That's one of many issues we're having at the moment.
My name is, and always will be, Virginia Lewis. And I'm planning a wedding.
One might think that after saving the Nine Kingdoms and finally dealing with the issue of my mother-gone-evil-queen, a Christmas wedding would be a snap. That person would obviously have been imbibing one eggnog too many, because I'd rather save a hundred kingdoms fifty times over than try to get a half-wolf to settle on a menu not made up of three different cuts of raw meat.
Seriously. Lamb chops so rare they're still red is not something I want to contemplate even serving, much less eating.
We decided to make the meal ourselves. We figured, why not, right? The guest list is small, most of the people there are good friends, related, or dwarves, why not cook for fifty? No big deal.
Oh, God, we are so stupid.
Not only can we not agree on a menu, but we can't even decide who's cooking what. Namely, I don't want Wolf anywhere near the gas stove and he's fascinated with turning the buttons.
Right now he's out taking a walk and I'm sitting on the window seat, staring out over Central Park, and trying not to brood.
I am not a brooder.
My name is Virginia Lewis and I'm getting married in three days. Christmas Eve. It seemed like a really good idea at the time. Snow falling, twinkle lights, evergreens and deep cranberry colors... Perfect, right?
Right. You try booking a church for Christmas Even on a month's notice. A priest actually laughed at us. Laughed. A priest! It was humiliating. And kind of scary.
We finally found some out of the way chapel that said we could use the sanctuary so long as we were out by four, so their choir could practice the Christmas Eve service. So, one crisis solved. One solved, a million more to go.
Beating my head lightly against the window a few times, I let out a little growl of frustration. It didn't help I was three months pregnant. Didn't help at all.
It's not that I'm not excited about the baby. I am. Really. But I just...
None of this is how I planned it, you know? It's all backwards and confused and my future husband is half-wolf for God's sake and he's not even from here. And when I say 'not from here' I mean really not from here.
Like, 'the light switch is endless fun for him' not from here.
I love Wolf. I do. But loving Wolf is like loving a hurricane. It's inevitable and amazing and destructive and tends to get dirt everywhere. Being with him is the best thing in my life. Having his child, getting married - these are all good things.
But they're just so soon. I haven't had time to catch my breath. I just want to...breathe, you know? Just take a second and absorb it all.
My mother is dead. My father is living in the Fourth Kingdom making rubber bouncing castles. My fiancé is a half-wolf ex-con with a tail. I'm pregnant. I'm getting married.
My name is Virginia Lewis. I'm going slightly insane.
Letting out a little laugh, I pushed away from the window and grabbed my coat. I needed fresh air. Well, I needed a month vacation someplace warm with cute coconut drinks, but fresh air would do. Clattering down the stairs (I have a...thing with elevators, now), I brushed out the doors and onto the street.
No snow. Typical, but not exactly good for getting me in the Christmas spirit. And snow was kind of part and parcel of the 'magical romantic winter wonderland' theme of the whole wedding. Well, what could I expect? I was still trying to convince Wolf that bloody slices of meat did not a wedding menu make.
I went walking through the park. Somewhere in the distance came the laughs and shouts of people skating. My mom had taken me, once. I'd fallen down so often my rear end was numb and she bought me hot chocolate and told me I was graceful. I've never been graceful, especially not like her, but listening to her then, I believed her. My mother always could lie especially well.
Shaking off the memory, I wandered down the path. Aimless, head down, just letting my mind scatter off like the dried leaves in the wind, I let myself breathe.
Wolf wanted to get married outside. Under a half moon. I pointed out the impracticality of that and he just looked at me. Those big brown eyes wide and puppy like and luckily I was immune. 'It's a wolf thing,' he'd said, finally, as if hoping I'd understand.
Thing is, I'm not a wolf. And I don't understand. And I don't really know if he just can't explain it to me or he won't. Or maybe he thinks I don't want to know. In any case, he dropped it and shifted awkwardly when we walked through the church. His eyes scanning the ceiling restlessly as if he couldn't quite understand what my fascination with being inside was.
I'm not a wolf. It's winter, it's cold, and I like central heating. That does not make me a non-appreciator of nature or whatever the hell he'd said.
Halfway through the park, I suddenly got the feeling. You know. The one where the hairs on the back of your neck stick up and you just know someone's following you.
Dad always told me not to walk through the park. Insane people there. I always blew him off. Right, and now I was going to get mugged and he was going to be all smug and...
"Boo!"
I screamed. I am not ashamed to admit I jumped and I screamed as I whirled around to face my attacker, my apartment key held out like a weapon.
Luckily, it was Wolf. He jumped back as well, spreading his hands in a placating gesture, eyes going from the key to me and...
Okay, he was laughing. Jerk. I glowered at him and swept past him to keep walking, muttering under my breath.
"What were you going to do?" he asked, amusement rounding out the edges of his voice as he fell into step beside me. "Key me to death?"
"I'll have you know that a key can be a very deadly weapon," I grumped back, trying to stay mad. It was hard to do with him. He just looked so freaking delighted over things. Things that I took for granted, things I never even saw.
His hand found mine and he grinned down at me, bumping his hip against mine, teasing a tiny smile from me. "I'll remember that," he murmured, tipping his head down to rub his nose against my cheek in a gentle nuzzle. Rolling my eyes, I couldn't help but laugh, reaching up to cup his face with my other hand.
"You'd better."
We'd walked in silence for a little bit, just enjoying each other, when he suddenly tugged me off to go bounding into the wooded area. My protests were lost in the wind on my face and amid his chuckles. He'd planned something. This couldn't end well.
We suddenly arrived in a little clearing. There were candles everywhere and I'm sad to say my first thought was for what shop was now mysteriously missing its merchandise and how I could pay them. But then I noticed the heaping pile of blankets and the picnic basket and I stopped, gaping.
"Come on," Wolf smiled softly at me, fingers tangling in my hair as he brushed his hands across my cheeks and then down to rest on my waist. "It's your food tasting...thing. Come on," again he laughed, again he tugged me forward. "Everything is prepared, Virginia."
And he was right. Everything was. He had three possible menus, three fully cooked meats, and samples of everything all ready for me to taste and decide on. Amidst a hundred candles, cuddled under blankets and wrapped up in his arms as he fed me asparagus spears and bites of succulent (his word) lamb.
Hours passed and I didn't even notice. We talked about the wedding, we talked about the future. And then, as the moon rose slowly, we stopped talking completely.
When the night had worn on and the candles worn down we lay tangled up together in the middle of the woods. Watching the stars. My head was on his chest, his fingers stroking lightly through my hair, and I have never been more content.
"How did you do this?" I asked quietly.
"Oh, I borrowed a kitchen."
I probably would never get more of an answer than that, so I just propped my chin up on his shoulder to look at him, gave a little half-laugh, and shook my head. Watching his face as he stared up at the stars with a longing and a familiarity I would never get.
"It's because we live by the moon," he suddenly said, voice a quiet rumble in the stillness. Wolf shifted slightly to look at me and smiled, just in his eyes, this tender look that I knew was only for me. It made me shiver a little and he responded by pulling me closer. His thumb made a tiny arc, back and forth, against my cheek. "Wolves get married outside because the entire world should bear witness. And under the moon because she guides us. A wolf mates for life, Virginia. Marriage for us is a sacred act."
"It is for us, too," I started to protest, but then I got what he was saying. What he was really saying.
It was a wolf thing.
He was telling me about it, because it was a wolf thing. And, regardless of what my name might be, I was going to become Virginia Wolf in the one way that mattered.
"Let's get married outside, then," I murmured. Staring up at the sky, at the stars dancing across an inky blackness. At the trees reaching up to join in. "Under the moon."
"Like wolves?" he asked, and even though I wasn't looking at him, I knew he was smiling.
"Like wolves," I agreed.
My name is Virginia Lewis. I live at the edge of the forest. And in some ways, in the important ways, I am a Wolf.
***
Title: The Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come
Fandom: Heroes
Character: Elle
Rating: Oh, let's say PG, just for fun.
Summary: Elle loved Christmas.
A/N: Yeah, ok, not so much good. But just a little something. Don't own, don't profit.
***
Red. Green. Red. Green.
The lights flashed above her head as she lay under the tree, staring up.
Red. Blue. White. Green. Red.
Elle loved Christmas. L-O-V-E loved. Hello, entire holiday based around present giving and good cheer? What was not to adore?
Her first Christmas in the halfway house, though, left a little something to be desired.
Like decent gifts.
Hey, it was a tradition for her to sneak down on Christmas Eve and take a peek at the gifts under the tree. Traditions were important at Christmas. But, see, when all the gifts were piles of crap, then the traditions became less fun.
There was a moment - just a little slip up, anyone would have it - when Elle considered just setting the whole God damn lot on fire and watching it burn.
But she was reformed. A good little member of society now.
Besides, fire was too easy.
She lay under the tree, amid the piles of shitty gifts, and watched the lights blink on and off.
Red. Green. Red. Green.
Little blue sparks danced up there as well and Elle smiled. Watching them. So pretty.
The first kid down the stairs in the morning didn't think so. But it was his own stupid fault for trying to touch the tree. Okay, so maybe she told him to. But who listens to her, anyway?
Not her father.
Ooh, shouldn't think about her father. It made her angry. Which was why the kid was now a blackened, twisted little lump and Elle was grinning widely, still staring up at the lights.
Red. Green. Red. Green.
One by one they all wandered down. Come into my parlor said the spider to the fly. Boring, pointless people, all of them. Whining and sticky and smelly and stupid.
Much more entertaining to watch them spark. Watch them glow. The blue electricity arching off of her fingers, racing along with the christmas lights, turning everything into a neat little light show above her head. Turning all those stupid people into lumps, easily ignored.
The police were outside. Someone had called. Probably about the screaming. People always screamed. It was annoying.
Red. Green. Blue. White. Red.
Flashing above her, in the tree, on the ceiling, reflected through the window.
Red. Green. White. Blue. Red.
And Elle smiled.
She really did love Christmas.
Title: The Ghost of Christmas Present
Fandom: The 10th Kingdom
Characters: Virginia Lewis, Wolf
Rating: G
Summary: My name is Virgina Lewis. I live at the edge of a forest. And no matter how much my fiancé insists, I will never be known as 'Virginia Wolf'. He thinks it's charming. I think he's insane.
A/N: Don't own it, don't profit from it. And enjoy. :D
***
My name is Virgina Lewis. I live at the edge of a forest.
And no matter how much my fiancé insists, I will never be known as 'Virginia Wolf'. He thinks it's charming. I think he's insane.
That's one of many issues we're having at the moment.
My name is, and always will be, Virginia Lewis. And I'm planning a wedding.
One might think that after saving the Nine Kingdoms and finally dealing with the issue of my mother-gone-evil-queen, a Christmas wedding would be a snap. That person would obviously have been imbibing one eggnog too many, because I'd rather save a hundred kingdoms fifty times over than try to get a half-wolf to settle on a menu not made up of three different cuts of raw meat.
Seriously. Lamb chops so rare they're still red is not something I want to contemplate even serving, much less eating.
We decided to make the meal ourselves. We figured, why not, right? The guest list is small, most of the people there are good friends, related, or dwarves, why not cook for fifty? No big deal.
Oh, God, we are so stupid.
Not only can we not agree on a menu, but we can't even decide who's cooking what. Namely, I don't want Wolf anywhere near the gas stove and he's fascinated with turning the buttons.
Right now he's out taking a walk and I'm sitting on the window seat, staring out over Central Park, and trying not to brood.
I am not a brooder.
My name is Virginia Lewis and I'm getting married in three days. Christmas Eve. It seemed like a really good idea at the time. Snow falling, twinkle lights, evergreens and deep cranberry colors... Perfect, right?
Right. You try booking a church for Christmas Even on a month's notice. A priest actually laughed at us. Laughed. A priest! It was humiliating. And kind of scary.
We finally found some out of the way chapel that said we could use the sanctuary so long as we were out by four, so their choir could practice the Christmas Eve service. So, one crisis solved. One solved, a million more to go.
Beating my head lightly against the window a few times, I let out a little growl of frustration. It didn't help I was three months pregnant. Didn't help at all.
It's not that I'm not excited about the baby. I am. Really. But I just...
None of this is how I planned it, you know? It's all backwards and confused and my future husband is half-wolf for God's sake and he's not even from here. And when I say 'not from here' I mean really not from here.
Like, 'the light switch is endless fun for him' not from here.
I love Wolf. I do. But loving Wolf is like loving a hurricane. It's inevitable and amazing and destructive and tends to get dirt everywhere. Being with him is the best thing in my life. Having his child, getting married - these are all good things.
But they're just so soon. I haven't had time to catch my breath. I just want to...breathe, you know? Just take a second and absorb it all.
My mother is dead. My father is living in the Fourth Kingdom making rubber bouncing castles. My fiancé is a half-wolf ex-con with a tail. I'm pregnant. I'm getting married.
My name is Virginia Lewis. I'm going slightly insane.
Letting out a little laugh, I pushed away from the window and grabbed my coat. I needed fresh air. Well, I needed a month vacation someplace warm with cute coconut drinks, but fresh air would do. Clattering down the stairs (I have a...thing with elevators, now), I brushed out the doors and onto the street.
No snow. Typical, but not exactly good for getting me in the Christmas spirit. And snow was kind of part and parcel of the 'magical romantic winter wonderland' theme of the whole wedding. Well, what could I expect? I was still trying to convince Wolf that bloody slices of meat did not a wedding menu make.
I went walking through the park. Somewhere in the distance came the laughs and shouts of people skating. My mom had taken me, once. I'd fallen down so often my rear end was numb and she bought me hot chocolate and told me I was graceful. I've never been graceful, especially not like her, but listening to her then, I believed her. My mother always could lie especially well.
Shaking off the memory, I wandered down the path. Aimless, head down, just letting my mind scatter off like the dried leaves in the wind, I let myself breathe.
Wolf wanted to get married outside. Under a half moon. I pointed out the impracticality of that and he just looked at me. Those big brown eyes wide and puppy like and luckily I was immune. 'It's a wolf thing,' he'd said, finally, as if hoping I'd understand.
Thing is, I'm not a wolf. And I don't understand. And I don't really know if he just can't explain it to me or he won't. Or maybe he thinks I don't want to know. In any case, he dropped it and shifted awkwardly when we walked through the church. His eyes scanning the ceiling restlessly as if he couldn't quite understand what my fascination with being inside was.
I'm not a wolf. It's winter, it's cold, and I like central heating. That does not make me a non-appreciator of nature or whatever the hell he'd said.
Halfway through the park, I suddenly got the feeling. You know. The one where the hairs on the back of your neck stick up and you just know someone's following you.
Dad always told me not to walk through the park. Insane people there. I always blew him off. Right, and now I was going to get mugged and he was going to be all smug and...
"Boo!"
I screamed. I am not ashamed to admit I jumped and I screamed as I whirled around to face my attacker, my apartment key held out like a weapon.
Luckily, it was Wolf. He jumped back as well, spreading his hands in a placating gesture, eyes going from the key to me and...
Okay, he was laughing. Jerk. I glowered at him and swept past him to keep walking, muttering under my breath.
"What were you going to do?" he asked, amusement rounding out the edges of his voice as he fell into step beside me. "Key me to death?"
"I'll have you know that a key can be a very deadly weapon," I grumped back, trying to stay mad. It was hard to do with him. He just looked so freaking delighted over things. Things that I took for granted, things I never even saw.
His hand found mine and he grinned down at me, bumping his hip against mine, teasing a tiny smile from me. "I'll remember that," he murmured, tipping his head down to rub his nose against my cheek in a gentle nuzzle. Rolling my eyes, I couldn't help but laugh, reaching up to cup his face with my other hand.
"You'd better."
We'd walked in silence for a little bit, just enjoying each other, when he suddenly tugged me off to go bounding into the wooded area. My protests were lost in the wind on my face and amid his chuckles. He'd planned something. This couldn't end well.
We suddenly arrived in a little clearing. There were candles everywhere and I'm sad to say my first thought was for what shop was now mysteriously missing its merchandise and how I could pay them. But then I noticed the heaping pile of blankets and the picnic basket and I stopped, gaping.
"Come on," Wolf smiled softly at me, fingers tangling in my hair as he brushed his hands across my cheeks and then down to rest on my waist. "It's your food tasting...thing. Come on," again he laughed, again he tugged me forward. "Everything is prepared, Virginia."
And he was right. Everything was. He had three possible menus, three fully cooked meats, and samples of everything all ready for me to taste and decide on. Amidst a hundred candles, cuddled under blankets and wrapped up in his arms as he fed me asparagus spears and bites of succulent (his word) lamb.
Hours passed and I didn't even notice. We talked about the wedding, we talked about the future. And then, as the moon rose slowly, we stopped talking completely.
When the night had worn on and the candles worn down we lay tangled up together in the middle of the woods. Watching the stars. My head was on his chest, his fingers stroking lightly through my hair, and I have never been more content.
"How did you do this?" I asked quietly.
"Oh, I borrowed a kitchen."
I probably would never get more of an answer than that, so I just propped my chin up on his shoulder to look at him, gave a little half-laugh, and shook my head. Watching his face as he stared up at the stars with a longing and a familiarity I would never get.
"It's because we live by the moon," he suddenly said, voice a quiet rumble in the stillness. Wolf shifted slightly to look at me and smiled, just in his eyes, this tender look that I knew was only for me. It made me shiver a little and he responded by pulling me closer. His thumb made a tiny arc, back and forth, against my cheek. "Wolves get married outside because the entire world should bear witness. And under the moon because she guides us. A wolf mates for life, Virginia. Marriage for us is a sacred act."
"It is for us, too," I started to protest, but then I got what he was saying. What he was really saying.
It was a wolf thing.
He was telling me about it, because it was a wolf thing. And, regardless of what my name might be, I was going to become Virginia Wolf in the one way that mattered.
"Let's get married outside, then," I murmured. Staring up at the sky, at the stars dancing across an inky blackness. At the trees reaching up to join in. "Under the moon."
"Like wolves?" he asked, and even though I wasn't looking at him, I knew he was smiling.
"Like wolves," I agreed.
My name is Virginia Lewis. I live at the edge of the forest. And in some ways, in the important ways, I am a Wolf.
***
Title: The Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come
Fandom: Heroes
Character: Elle
Rating: Oh, let's say PG, just for fun.
Summary: Elle loved Christmas.
A/N: Yeah, ok, not so much good. But just a little something. Don't own, don't profit.
***
Red. Green. Red. Green.
The lights flashed above her head as she lay under the tree, staring up.
Red. Blue. White. Green. Red.
Elle loved Christmas. L-O-V-E loved. Hello, entire holiday based around present giving and good cheer? What was not to adore?
Her first Christmas in the halfway house, though, left a little something to be desired.
Like decent gifts.
Hey, it was a tradition for her to sneak down on Christmas Eve and take a peek at the gifts under the tree. Traditions were important at Christmas. But, see, when all the gifts were piles of crap, then the traditions became less fun.
There was a moment - just a little slip up, anyone would have it - when Elle considered just setting the whole God damn lot on fire and watching it burn.
But she was reformed. A good little member of society now.
Besides, fire was too easy.
She lay under the tree, amid the piles of shitty gifts, and watched the lights blink on and off.
Red. Green. Red. Green.
Little blue sparks danced up there as well and Elle smiled. Watching them. So pretty.
The first kid down the stairs in the morning didn't think so. But it was his own stupid fault for trying to touch the tree. Okay, so maybe she told him to. But who listens to her, anyway?
Not her father.
Ooh, shouldn't think about her father. It made her angry. Which was why the kid was now a blackened, twisted little lump and Elle was grinning widely, still staring up at the lights.
Red. Green. Red. Green.
One by one they all wandered down. Come into my parlor said the spider to the fly. Boring, pointless people, all of them. Whining and sticky and smelly and stupid.
Much more entertaining to watch them spark. Watch them glow. The blue electricity arching off of her fingers, racing along with the christmas lights, turning everything into a neat little light show above her head. Turning all those stupid people into lumps, easily ignored.
The police were outside. Someone had called. Probably about the screaming. People always screamed. It was annoying.
Red. Green. Blue. White. Red.
Flashing above her, in the tree, on the ceiling, reflected through the window.
Red. Green. White. Blue. Red.
And Elle smiled.
She really did love Christmas.