First · Among · Angels

As promised:

Title: Heartstrings (That Play Soft and Low)
Author: kawaii_tenshi27
Summary: “We need to talk,” Tom announces, and Harry jerks around to look at him, sees Danny do the same thing out of the corner of his eye. Tom does not look happy. “And by ‘we,’” he continues, assured he has their attention, “I mean ‘you two,’” and he frowns pointedly at Harry and Danny in turn.
Pairing: Harry Judd/Danny Jones
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Oneshot. Slash. Angst. Lotion-use.
Author's Notes: 5,953 words. Sequel to Shadows Falling - written because figletofvenice was threatening not to speak to me if I didn't give the boys a happy ending. So thanks to her for making me write this, and for being a lovely beta as always. Any remaining errors and/or discrepancies are mine - this was written long before the final draft of Shadows Falling.

( Heartstrings (That Play Soft and Low) )

I've never really done holiday cards, before, but I figured I'd give it a shot this year. Cards will probably not make it in time for the actual holidays (especially considering Hanukkah starts in about two weeks, and the postal service is slow, as am I), but it's the thought that counts, right?

So, if you want me to send you a card, comment with your address (all comments will of course be screened), the holiday (or holidays) you celebrate, and a color you like. If you are so inclined, you may also give me a fanfiction pairing (or something from my original writing, if you know any of it), and I may write you a holiday drabble.

For now, Happy Day Before Thanksgiving! (To those of you who celebrate it, anyway. :D)

P.S. The sequel to Shadows Falling will be up soon, I promise - I haven't forgotten.

This is the first-ever McFly fic I wrote. Once upon a time, it was about 1,500 words, split perspective, one night/scene. That was a long time ago. figletofvenice told me it was confusing - which it was - and that if I was going to end it the way I did, there needed to be a sequel. So I wrote a sequel, which ended up being much longer than the original. So I went back, and rewrote the original so it was longer, fuller, and only one perspective. And then rewrote it again, adding more. And then reorganized it a couple times. And then did some more rewriting, and then... yeah. A million edits later, I've come to the conclusion that I can't come to a conclusion as to how I feel about this fic. I still miss the original ending - which I had to cut when I got rid of the split perspective - and maybe some day I'll write the whole thing over from Danny's point of view, just so I can have that ending back. Anyway, as I do in this sort of situation, I'm posting this, because otherwise I will twitch about it until the end of time.

Title: Shadows Falling
Author: kawaii_tenshi27
Summary: They aren’t speaking, aren’t even looking at each other. The hotel room is dim. The sun is setting somewhere, on the other side of the building, taking the last of the daylight with it, but neither of them can be bothered to turn on the lamps.
Pairing: Harry Judd/Danny Jones
Rating: PG-13? R? I never know where the lines lie.
Warning: Oneshot. Slash. Angst.
Author's Notes: 6,862 words. Thanks to figletofvenice for being an amazing beta and all-around human being - also apologies for all the flailing that went into this - all remaining errors/issues (and there are probably many) are mine. The requested sequel will be along shortly.

( Shadows Falling )

Sequel

This has been sitting around un-edited on my computer for a while, and I finally decided to just post it and have done with it, because I'm not getting anywhere trying to fix it. The title is from a Stereo Skyline song, because I should be at their gig right now, but am too ill, so this is my way of protesting germs. Or something.

Title: For Every Grain of Sand
Summary: Bandslash. In which Patrick is pissed about Pete overdosing, and there is finally a wedding ring.
Rating: Um... PG-13? Maybe?
Warning: Oneshot. Slash, of course. Reference to Pete's attempted suicide. Language?
Author's Notes: 2,215 words. Part of my as-yet-unnamed 'verse to which I've Seen 'em on the TV, the Movie Show... belongs - i.e. the 'verse in which Pete and Patrick got married in 2004 when Warped stopped in MA. Also, I know G.I.N.A.S.F.S. wasn't released by the time this particular ficlet takes place (in 2005). That is on purpose.

( For Every Grain of Sand )

I am so very, very behind on posting, mainly because I am so very, very behind on writing. But here's about a thousand words for figletofvenice, because I finally finished it, and guilt, it seems is a great motivator, even if the flu is not. Sorry I couldn't go to the gig with you. :/

Title: She'll Start by Kicking Out of Her Shoes
Pairing: Donald Scripps/James Lockwood
Rating: PG-13? I don't know. Language+alcohol+implications. I don't know what that equals.
Warnings: Slash, obviously. Alcohol consumption.
Author's Notes: 1,020 words. For Maddy, who asked for Scripps/Lockwood "...maybe they just get drunk and fuck. Or maybe Scipps joins the military and they see each other on base. Or SOMETHING. I'm not holding you to the movie ending where Lockwood dies, because I think it's dumb." So. Yeah. It lacks the actual fucking, but you have a good imagination. You can run with it. :D

( She'll Start by Kicking Out of Her Shoes )

FIRST POST ON MY BRAND NEW COMPUTER! SHE IS SHINY AND BLUE AND HAS DRAGON DESIGNS AND HER NAME IS RIVKA. (I have already been laughed at three times for having a Jewish computer, and I don't care.)

I am still in the process of setting her up, but to everyone who reads this journal, I have a plea. I am going to visit my mother's (conservative, Republican) parents this week, and will be internetless for that time. Please give me prompts? I am guaranteeing nothing, because I don't actually know how busy I'll be there (apparently, I get to be designated driver, since my grandfather can't drive anymore, and I do have to actually spend time with them, thus my going there), but if you give me a prompt, I will try to write you a drabble/ficlet.

You know my fandoms - primarily McFly and HP, but I seem to have fallen into bandom, and I can probably be convinced to write Narnia, Ros&Guil, Good Omens, History Boys, or whatever else your twisted minds come up with. For those of you interested, I will also offer up my classical obsessions, so you can prompt me with mythological characters (e.g. Jason and Orpheus) or, you know, Alexander and Hephaistion, or whomever. Or whatever else you want to prompt me with, so long as I know who the characters are - I will not have internet to attempt research.

So
1. Give me a pairing (or just a fandom, if you want gen), and an actual prompt. The prompt itself can be a word, a phrase, or whatever, but it has to be an actual prompt, do not just give me a pairing. The more you give me, the more likely I am to write what you want.

2. I leave on Tuesday, and have to be at the airport early afternoon. I will try to check comments as late as possible, since this is sort of last minute, and the more prompts I have to focus on, the less likely I am to go insane, but please try to get any prompts in before noon EST on Tuesday, September 1.

Seriously, people, I will need something to do with my spare time while I'm there, and reading/writing fic seems to be the thing that keeps me sane in that house.

So, I posted the first half of the original Boots story the other day, and now I'm posting the re-vamped version, which is actually complete, even though it's about a sixth the length of what the original should have been, but... I don't know. I'm still posting it under WIP amnesty, because it goes with the other one. It's my journal, I can do what I like.

Title: These Boots Are Made for Walking (Take 2)
Pairing: Tom Fletcher/Dougie Poynter
Warnings: Slash, obviously. Cross-dressing, sort of.
Author's Notes: 546 words. This is what happened when I got fed up with my original story idea revolving around The Boots.

( These Boots Are Made for Walking (Take 2) )

I've gotten rather sick of some of these fics I have sitting around on my drive, giving me nasty looks for being unfinished, so I'm going to post these bits and pieces I have, as they are - unfinished and/or unedited - and say to hell with them. Some of them are things I really like, or used to really like, but have gotten bogged down with, others were never really meant to be written at all, I just had a scene or a moment in my head and had to put it down in writing. They're different pairings, and from different fandoms, and by posting these things I'm not saying I will never pick them up again, but I'm giving myself permission to let them go, so I don't have the pressure of needing to finish them if I don't want to or don't have the inspiration to. I still have WIPs coming out my ears, so this may not be the only time I do this.

So here's the first piece I am liberating. I liked the idea, but I never could get the second half of it to work, so here's the first part.

Title: These Boots Are Made for Walking
Pairing: Tom Fletcher/Dougie Poynter, Harry Judd/Danny Jones
Warnings: Slash, obviously. Cross-dressing, sort of. Incomplete.
Author's Notes: 1,561 words.

( These Boots Are Made for Walking )

Title: I’ve Seen ‘em on the TV, the Movie Show (They Say the Times are Changing but I Just Don’t Know)
Summary: Bandslash. Same-sex marriage was legalized in Massachusetts on May 17, 2004, that summer, Fall Out Boy was on Warped. These are facts. I watched this interview and couldn't help myself.
Warning: Oneshot. Slash, of course. Marriage should come with warning labels, right?
Author's Notes: 1,503 words. This is what comes of my watching old youtube videos when I'm in a mood to write fluff. Thanks to murderofonerose for betaing.

( I’ve Seen ‘em on the TV, the Movie Show (They Say the Times are Changing but I Just Don’t Know) )

Because I gave zen_fountain a prompt, and because I've had a lot of trouble writing lately, and hope this might jumpstart me:

The first five people who comment in this post get to request a drabble length fic (i.e., about 100 words [Don't expect me to actually follow that. It may well be longer]) of any pairing/character & one-word/short phrase prompt of their choosing from me. In return, they have to post this in their journal.

If you're reading my journal, you probably know the fandoms I write in, or have written in, though you're always welcome to try something else, and I'll see what I can do.

For some reason, I can't seem to write the things I'm supposed to write - or much of anything at all, really - but I do have this. ::shakes head at self::

( Girl!Dougie snippet )

Happy 4th of July to everyone celebrating! (And a special Happy Birthday to my sister, even though she will never see this. :D)

Title: You Can Only Say That What You Want Is Where You Are
Author: kawaii_tenshi27
Summary: The first time Tom wears his ring in public – not just ‘running out to the store’ public, but ‘red carpet, flashbulbs, and video cameras’ public – is almost a week after Dougie gives it to him.
Pairing: Dougie Poynter/Tom Fletcher
Rating: PG
Warning: Oneshot. Slash.
Author's Notes: 1,568 words. Prequel of sorts to If You Feel A Little Lighter, which is actually sort of a sequel to something that's not finished yet. Basically, I had wrote a couple paragraphs for figletofvenice ages ago, and it turned into something else completely, with a random cameo by Chris Pine. I don't even know.

( You Can Only Say That What You Want Is Where You Are )

This has been sitting around on my computer waiting to be posted, and as I've had a crazy and sort of scary past couple days, I figured posting part of my Nightmares Arc was strangely apt, though so far the only nightmares I've had have been while I'm awake. I'm not sure if that's better or worse than the while-sleeping kind, though I'd love to know what you all think. So, here, have some semi-angsty, semi-fluffy pre-Floynter. They have somehow become my safety blanket.

Title: Pull Me Out from Inside
Author: kawaii_tenshi27
Summary: “‘m all right,” Dougie tells his knees. “Just a bad dream.”
Pairing: Tom Fletcher/Dougie Poynter
Rating: PG
Warning: Oneshot. Pre-slash.
Author's Notes: 1,617 words. Part of my Nightmares Arc (this one takes place before Show Me Something I Can Overcome. Thanks to figletofvenice for the read-through and suggestions.

( Pull Me Out from Inside )

Title: Utensil Joy
Summary: Bandslash. Utensil prompt - spork.
Warning: Drabble. Sort of implied slash, this is me, after all. Pete Wentz and Patrick Stump.
Author's Notes: God help me, I'm writing bandslash. Written because linzeestyle was talking about sporks in the midst of a Pete/Patrick discussion, and this is how my brain works.

( Part Dix-Neuf )

I fail at remembering to post things. So. I wrote a bunch of prompt ficlets ages ago, and posted most of them, and somehow missed one, so that's here, as are the fanfic drabbles I did for that prompt meme a couple weeks ago.

For lambofcurl101th, who requested:
( McFly - Junes - Skinny dipping )

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For manuanya, who requested:
( pudd or floynter. you know what i prefer ;) leaving footprints in the sand )

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For closercloser, who requested:
( Ros and Guil. Prompt: BLEND into the background! )

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For cobalt_violet, who requested:
( Jason/Orpheus and the flamingos )

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For evolia, who requested:
( McFly GSF with a always-a-girl!Dougie - mcfly going to Scandinavia to film a video, and the prompt could be cold )

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cobalt_violet also requested an Alexander/Hephaistion drabble from my High School!AU, which is posted over at my non-fanfic journal, as it's not actually fanfic.

I Know We Can't Go Wrong.

Basically, this fic went more or less thusly:

Me: ::sees this article and does what any insane girl would do: starts writing, hits a roadblock, and turns to her beta in the middle of the street in Jersey:: Say I were to hypothetically be writing a story in which Tom doesn't go out clubbing with the others, but stays in the hotel by himself to write, and gets frustrated when the song won't work.
Maddy: Are you writing this?
Me: I said it was hypothetical. So, hypothetically, if I were writing this story, and Dougie were to hypothetically come back and walk in on Tom, what would Tom be doing? Hypothetically.
Maddy: (no hesitation whatsoever) He should be fingering himself.
Me: Huh. Okay. That works.
Maddy: Are you serious?
Me: Yes. Why not? This is me.
Maddy: I wasn't serious, but oh my god. ::flails::
Me: ::flails even more::
Maddy: ::proceeds to bug me to get this thing finished, because, seriously, not so much with the hypothetical::
(This conversation took place before a Panic at the Disco concert in Jersey, while ignoring both the cops - who attempted to steal our hot drinks because they could not take a break to get their own - and the crazy Panic fans in turn.)

Title: Butterflies All Tied Up
Author: kawaii_tenshi27
Summary: By eleven o'clock, Tom has showered, changed into clean boxers and an old Star Wars tee-shirt, and settled in with pen, paper, and his guitar on the bed he's claimed for himself.
Pairing: Dougie Poynter/Tom Fletcher
Rating: R? NC-17? I never really did figure out how dirty it has to be to rate NC-17.
Warning: Oneshot. Slash. Sex and sex-like happenings.
Author's Notes: 9,000 words exactly. So many thanks to figletofvenice for being an awsome beta, and for giving me the idea for this in the first place, and then flailing with me. As we do. (I have never before had to split up the posting of a oneshot. This is both confusing and annoying. Why won't my computer just do what I want it to do? Hmph. Anyway, I apologize for the really awkard and uneven break-up of text. I really have no idea what I'm doing.)

( Butterflies All Tied Up - Part A )

In addition to doing silly prompts and starting communities about safe sex in real life and in fiction (Go check it out at better_safe!), I've been poking around at this random 'verse I started a while ago when I was still regularly writing Harry Potter fic. It started with Have Some Chocolate, based on the idea that not only was Sirius actually the traitor working for Voldemort, but Remus was working with him. I have a bit of a kink for them being evil. :D Anyway, then figletofvenice came along and the story jumped forward about fifteen or sixteen years to As Good as Gone, in which Harry, having been raised by Remus and Sirius, is in Slytherin, and Neville is the Boy Who Lived. From there I went to It's the Taste of the Chase. And now I'm finally posting several other bits and pieces I have, most of which were comment!fic-type things for figletofvenice, though a couple have never seen the light of day. Joy.

Anyway.

( I Do Confess, It’s the Mess That Feels So Right )

Tagged by murderofonerose. (Whose birthday it is! Happy 21!)

The first five people who comment in this post get to request a drabble length fic (i.e. about 100 words) of any pairing/character of their choosing from me. In return, they have to post this in their journal.

Edit: Forgot to say - prompts, too, please!