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Projects Update.
Well, since it's been almost exactly a year since my last one, I guess I should stick to habit and post up my current list of fiction projects for the summer!
Under the cut is a list of my current writing projects. Ask a question about something. Ask anything about any idea listed here, and I shall attempt to answer it. I reserve the right to not give away Important Plot Points, but otherwise...have at it!
1. Contrition (part 3 of The Penance Series) [Avatar, Zuko/Katara, NC-17]
2. Hieros Gamos, ch. 3, "The Drop" [WHR, Amon/Robin, R]
3.Lotus Resiliens, ch. 8, part 1 [Avatar, Zuko/Katara, T, season 3 AU]
4. Lotus Resiliens, ch. 8 (part 2 - yes, working on them simultaneously! ^^)
5. Under a Blood Red Sky, ch. 2 [Avatar, Zuko/Katara, post-series]
6. Original Fiction. (I've discussed this briefly before, but if anyone is curious about it, I'm perfectly fine with divulging information! Unfortunately I won't be posting any of it to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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7. Better Off Dead, ch. 2 [Death Note, BB/Naomi, R]
8. Those Who Favour Fire, prologue [Death Note, suprise pairing!, R]
9. Il Bordello [WHR, Amon/Robin, NC-17]
BONUS! Because so many of these are in partially-completed stages, upon request I'll provide you with a small written snippet of fics #1-4 (and #9). For #5-8, since they're in the plotting stages and barely written yet, I'll give you a special plot point upon request. ^^
Under the cut is a list of my current writing projects. Ask a question about something. Ask anything about any idea listed here, and I shall attempt to answer it. I reserve the right to not give away Important Plot Points, but otherwise...have at it!
1. Contrition (part 3 of The Penance Series) [Avatar, Zuko/Katara, NC-17]
2. Hieros Gamos, ch. 3, "The Drop" [WHR, Amon/Robin, R]
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4. Lotus Resiliens, ch. 8 (part 2 - yes, working on them simultaneously! ^^)
5. Under a Blood Red Sky, ch. 2 [Avatar, Zuko/Katara, post-series]
6. Original Fiction. (I've discussed this briefly before, but if anyone is curious about it, I'm perfectly fine with divulging information! Unfortunately I won't be posting any of it to
clavicula_vitae.)7. Better Off Dead, ch. 2 [Death Note, BB/Naomi, R]
8. Those Who Favour Fire, prologue [Death Note, suprise pairing!, R]
9. Il Bordello [WHR, Amon/Robin, NC-17]
BONUS! Because so many of these are in partially-completed stages, upon request I'll provide you with a small written snippet of fics #1-4 (and #9). For #5-8, since they're in the plotting stages and barely written yet, I'll give you a special plot point upon request. ^^
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A snippet of Hieros Game please! I haven't read a good WHR story in aaaaaaaaagggggggggeeeeeeeeessss.
(P.S. your's is my all time favorite WHR fic)
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Enjoy:
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Seth trained his binoculars on the subjects exiting the doorway of the hotel building; the pale girl with chestnut-blonde lengths of hair peeking out from under a floppy straw hat, the man with his raven-colored locks neatly pulled back, sunglasses adding to his disguise.
Too easy, he thought smugly. They aren't fooling anyone…but how they must be roasting in those long trenchcoats in this summer heat. He smirked to himself before speaking clearly into the receiver pointed downward at his chin.
"Keep in standard formation. We won't be apprehending until we have a chance to block all possible escape routes. All teams keep in frequent contact unless I specify radio silence. Begin operation."
"Roger that, signore," his team leaders responded, one by one, over the crackle of static.
They started their cars in calm pursuit, tracking the couple from an entire block down and waiting as they flagged a taxi ride. Seth retrained his binoculars in the interim on the car's license plate.
"KA – 218 – JL," he reported, and the agent seated behind him punched it into a handheld computer, prompting a display of the taxi's make and model, as well as the driver's profile.
"Got it."
"Keep on him," Seth instructed the driver.
They got on the expressway. "They're headed to Toulon-Hyères," Seth spoke into the microphone.
"Capisco, signore."
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Under a Blood Red Sky, ch. 2 [Avatar, Zuko/Katara, post-series]
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There were a couple in English, most with names she didn’t understand either. Lolita. Nymphet. The only one she understood was a French title, L’Amant, ‘The Lover’, also marked ‘unrated director’s cut’. Ah, a romance.
...Amon didn’t really seem like the type who would watch romantic movies, but…
She continued to search through more titles. A few more strangely-titled Japanese ones, and then—
Il Bordello.
Robin’s heart leapt in her chest. An Italian film!
Although, it too was also a slightly strange name for a movie… ‘the mess’? She was unfamiliar with the term bordello; only in the context fare bordello, which meant—according to some of the younger nuns she’d known in the convent—‘to make a mess’. Turning the disc over in her hands, she realized there was no way to know exactly what the movie was about. There were no pictures or descriptive sleeves with it.
The mess. Perhaps the movie was about a slob, or someone who was very messy. She wrinkled her nose slightly in distaste.
Or…it could be, she thought excitedly, her mind spinning, the story of an intrepid young woman, who, in the face of insurmountable obstacles in her life—danger, hidden evil, dark secrets unraveling all around her, made more confusing by a dashing love interest who at turns adores her and suspects her—manages to keep a spot-free and sparkling clean house. The smile that had at first teased her lips had now taken her expression by full force, and even her eyes had widened appreciatively at such a clever story synopsis.
“Bene! I will watch this one,” she murmured to herself, pleased with her choice. She turned on the DVD player, placing the disc carefully inside, and returned to the couch. She activated the widescreen television with the remote as she relaxed against the pillows, holding her cup of tea and sipping at it.
The movie started.
After the opening credits, she delighted in the scenery that appeared on the screen; lush greenery, rolling hills, expansive wineries. She gasped with pleasure. Tuscany!
The next scene showed the familiar modest brick layout of a convent, and Robin’s mouth dropped even further in astonishment. Its resemblance to the nunnery she had grown to maturity in was uncanny. Perhaps she was right; perhaps she had accurately predicted the plot of the movie, and it was focused on a Sister of God as the main character, to boot. She placed her tea down on the table beside her, holding the remote control expectantly as her eyes were glued to the screen in fascination.
Soft Gregorian chanting had started up over the scenery. A woman was in a darkened room, her head covered in the dark cowl of a nun’s habit, kneeling on the floor as she prayed before a crucifix. “In nomine patri, et filii, et spiritu sancti,” she said softly in Latin, as she made the sign of the cross over herself; and Robin’s lips moved in silent accompaniment. As the woman rose gracefully to her feet, she pulled back her cowl to reveal a long mane of reddish-blonde hair.
The similarities were astounding, she thought. She began to wonder in the recesses of her mind just approximately when Amon had acquired such a movie, and if it had been before or after she’d been assigned to him as his partner…
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Here's a snippet:
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The nurses were friendly enough, with the exception of the older one who seemed to regard him with stern suspicion. The younger ones, both male and female, were susceptible to his affable charm, occasionally bringing him candy and treats when requested. He was known in the administrative sector of the prison as ‘John Doe’—he’d never been fingerprinted as a child, having been immediately adopted by Quillish Wammy following the events that made him an orphan—but in the treatment ward, those same nurses that catered to him indulged his whims and called him ‘Beyond’.
His injuries a year and a half earlier had been severe. Skin grafting had been a necessary treatment, having had third-degree burns over roughly sixty percent of his body, and now an even half of his face bore the patchwork crosshatching of rough, damaged skin. His ability to duplicate L’s visage perfectly would be forever disrupted. It was unfortunate, but it just meant it would be more of a challenge. He would rise to meet it, once he was out.
And he had a plan in mind, for exactly that. After, of course, he paid a visit to an old, dear friend.
One thing at a time.
He was given access to newspapers with which he kept track of recent events. Between that and television, it wasn’t hard to obtain information regarding Los Angeles-area FBI activities. Through it he even discovered there was a satellite office of the Bureau in West Covina, the nearest one to downtown LA. That was where he would look, first.
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Contrition (part 3 of The Penance Series) [Avatar, Zuko/Katara, NC-17] please....
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(Be sure to check out
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Katara found herself leaning into Zuko’s workspace. “You were thrown in a cold locker?” she asked, her voice low and whispering. “As punishment? What was that like…?”
He turned his head to her and smiled wryly. “…Cold.” When she gave him an exasperated look, he went on. “Biting, stinging cold. Colder than I’ve ever been, even at the North Pole.”
She bristled. He just had to bring that up. “You wouldn’t even be able to survive a week at the Northern Water Tribe.”
Zuko fixed her with a scowl, speaking lowly. “Be thankful that was the case eight months ago.”
When he was last there. As if he thought he could have beaten her after all, even when she’d pummeled him in the snow and had nearly left him for dead, if not for Aang’s intervention.
Katara fumed, biting her lip, and shoved the unwrapped pork shoulder toward him authoritatively. “Cut that up,” she seethed. “And then go serve them some tea.”
Zuko bowed his head in acquiescence. Wordlessly he edged closer and moved behind her, reaching around her other side to get another knife for the meat, and she stood perfectly still; she could feel his breath on her shoulder, intentional or otherwise, and at that single, simple gesture she felt herself shudder.
He returned to his side of the shelf, and she thought she spied the corners of his lips turned upward.
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Unfortunately I don't have anything written for this fic right now; it's still in the plotting stages. I hope to have more work done on it very soon, though, so I'll post it when I get a chance!
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i swear i can read, but i guess my brain shorted out from overexcitement as soon as i got to the words "upon request I'll provide you with a small written snippet"
sorry about that, didn't mean to harass you!
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So you weren't harrassing! Don't worry!