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   First saw the Joanie (Stubbs) and Calamity (Jane) of Deadwood fanvid some time ago now, but recently I suddenly started investigating the availabiltiy of DVDs because something in me had fallen in love with both of them; particularly Jane Cannary. 

   Got the DVDs having ONLY seen this one fanvid, because I knew I wanted to write them. 

    I honestly don;t think I can ever have been more grateful that someone made a fanvid. Deadwood has to be one of the best TV series ever made, and Joanie Stubbs and Calamity Jane (as portrayed) two of the most identifiable, to me, characters. I still have to watch the third, and final, season; so recently did I purchase the boxsets and Joanie and Jane didn't even meet until the EIGHTH episode of the second season, but the cast of characters is so rich, and so wonderfully portrayed that I almost feel that I could write any of them. I could have done with some subtitles for the Chinese speaking characters, but I shall investigate getting some translations of their dialogue. 

 Anyway here is that original fanvid, as well as what I assume is a video of the song from the TV show that originated this version. 

 



 



 I will likely watch the show over again before I consider writing stories, but stories I shall write. 


 Goddess preserve us all in these dark times, 

 

 Kerk(evik) TehKek Hiraeth 





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  Last one for tonight, and for now. More to come, elisi's birthday presents tend to have lives of their own :-)

 

  TITLE: Safety Being the Key

  AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014

  FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

  CHARACTERS: Dawn; Lisa;

  LENGTH: 100,

 SUMMARY: Not everything was dark for Dawn before Buffy's return; not in this 'verse.

  A/N: Not a fan of fics about Dawn when Buffy was gone as a rule, but my muse wouldn't let me set this at any other time.

 

     Leaning back into Lisa's arms; top of her head being kissed, Dawn somehow stayed concentrated on studying.

   She felt safe; too safe sometimes.

   Tara; Willow; Xander; Spike; they all watched her.

   Even Anya watched her.

   She had Lisa to hold her now.

   And Lisa's arms made her feel as safe as... her Mom and Buffy used to.

   No longer a secret love, Dawn still started humming Doris Day, earning another kiss.

   She hoped they could see her now; happy, even though they weren't here.

   Her belly rumbled; reminding her of their trysts at Clem's crypt.

   “Fancy pizza and a movie?

 

     Goddess watch over us all, 

     

     Kerk(evik) TehKek Hiraeth

 

 

 

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  First of the three written pencil, but not transferred to Open Office, that I will hopefully be posting today. Then I have tostart writing more, as well as getting some of the other stories I have in my head down; non-Lisa/Dawn Buffyverse, as well as non-Buffyverse included. 
 Back to work :-)

 

  TITLE: Love's Keys Unlocked

  AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014

  FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

  CHARACTERS: Lisa; Dawn;

  LENGTH: 100,

  SUMMARY: Lisa and Dawn are now; when this is set, not only out; they are offically a couple now. If I have my high school years correct they are seniors here; also, as this is the femalehusband!verse, we are in the months immediately preceding the destruction of Sunnydale, more than a year after it happened in canon. We are also pre-Massachusetts marriage equality.

  A/N: Definitely not a linear writer, as some of these sequences-within-sequences are being revealed to me almost in reverse order.

 

     “They never married?

   Lisa shook her head, distractedly stroking her Dawn's breast; the one she could reach, as they relaxed after their first time.

   Dawn struggled with the concept; sighing.

   Despite her parents; Xander's family, or Willow's Mom, it somehow never occurred to her that it wasn't automatic to marry someone you wanted to be with, like forever.

   Not that, being two girls, they could anyway.

   Legally anyway.

   She gasped as Lisa nuzzled her neck, successfully distracting her.

   Silently she was thanking Tara for refusing to give advice, as she responded to the magically unknown world she and Lisa were exploring together.

 

     Goddess watch over us all; especially in the next weeks,

     

     Kerk(evik) TehKek Hiraeth

 

 

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   Dear elisi I've been forgetting to tag you; consider me chastened. In my defence I should have been sleeping,  but I',m worried about a friend whose being forced to choose between her cats and losing her council flat. She's choosing her cats of course, but she really needs the
stress right now. Trying to help, but very little I can do practically.

   Anyway, here's number four of those seven I mentioned before (three others pencilled in to my notebook).

   More to come.  

 

   TITLE: Slayer's Soul; Next Level Unlocked 

   AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014

   FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

   CHARACTERS: Tara; Faith;

   LENGTH: 100,

   SUMMARY: Who told Faith about Dawn? Certainly not the Watcher's Council, and who wanted to visit Faith out of the Scoobies. Maybe someone who's concerns are more about a person than the past.

   A/N: This was the one that made this series part of the femalehusband!verse; also the fourth drabble to be written. I think I may be trying too hard to make all these drabbles; there are a couple of stories that are giving me trouble, but I have ideas (for fics not of this series as well) about those.

 

     “Fuck.

   Tara wished she gambled for a moment.

   Faith sat down again, “How?

   Then... “Why?

   Followed after seeing Tara's raised eyebrow, “Well yeah, I guess... but I'm still the Slayer?

   Tara caught the question; knew the self-doubt.

   “We don't know... Buffy isn't The Slayer, but...

   “She is.

   “Yeah, “ Tara answered, even though Faith just seemed to be thinking aloud; probably wondering about things that hadn't happened.

   She'd been there.

   Keeping her eyes on Faith, Tara's thoughts drifted; her worries over Willow; Dawn, and there was Lisa now too.

   Faith's next question said more about her than she intended.

   “Is she safe?

 


     Goddess watch over us all, 


     

 

     Kerk(evik) TehKek Hiraeth

 

 

 

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  Spent quite some time reconfiguring this one; lost two whole, much loved, lines because they spoiled the whole line of the dress i was trying to make. Still it feels much better now. We are right back to just after Joyce's funeral, and Dawn's 'adventure' with Spike afterwards. 

 

   TITLE: Shadows at the Key's Heart

   AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014

   FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

   CHARACTERS: Dawn; Tara;

   LENGTH: 100,

   SUMMARY: Her Mom is gone; Buffy is busy trying to fill her shoes, but Dawn's life refuses to stand still so she can catch her breath.

   A/N: This is actually the earliest in the entire sequence; since the previous 'start' was later this same day.

 

     Lisa's message staring back at her, accusing, whenever she switched her computer on.

   Why had she been such a bee-yatch to her at Mom's funeral?

   Dawn knew that Tara was here; refusing to blame her for their fight, when she wanted to be with Willow.

   “Have to go back sometime, Dawnie; can't put school off forever.

   She looked up, seeing Tara holding a plate out to her.

   “Pancakes?

   Which only added to her guilt-y.

   She shrugged, and Tara pouted.

   And the pancakes did smell nice, and breakfast suddenly seemed so normal.

   So did school.

   Smiling at Tara, she e-mailed Lisa, and followed Tara downstairs.

 

 

     Goddess watch over us all,

     

     Kerk(evik) TehKek Hiraeth

 

 

 

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  Nearly allowed myself to get distracted again. 

  Before I get too much further, by which beyond the seventeen of these I have done so far; this is only the ninth to get posted, I must get these listed somewhere in their chronological order. Got Floodland playing again; my head-canon says this is Lisa's fave album (she has it on vinyl - and CD & MP3 & every other platform available; depending on whenever a story is set). 

 There's potential in how boyband loving Dawn & 80's goth (and probably in 2016 Afropunk loving Lisa) mesh their musical tastes; though I imagine a joint love of 80s music will help, 

 Ack! Plot bunnies go'WAY! 

Anyway more Lisa and her Dad (plot bunnies where are their names?) 

 

   TITLE: Love's Shadow

   AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014

   FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

   CHARACTERS: Lisa; her Dad & Dawn (in abstentia;

   LENGTH: 100,

   SUMMARY: Lisa in the know now... the aftermath begins.

   A/N: This girl who was in all of one scene; two if you're nitpick-y, is really in my head, so there's more of these to come. I've skipped here; there is another scene to be written – at least.

 

     “I'm not real!

   The visceral pain Lisa felt; deep inside, hearing those words in her head made the hurt she felt when Dawn barely acknowledged her at her Mom's funeral.

   Feel just as sharp really, but a pinprick in comparison.

   Breathless at her absence as she felt, Lisa gathered herself before her Dad came into the kitchen; fought to keep herself together as he seemed to take forever to get his coffee and doughnuts.

   As he prepared his bacon; eggs and toast, she quietly left for school.

 

   She didn't see him sit down, breakfast absent; as he pondered her sadness.

 


     Goddess watch over us all,


     
 

     Kerk(evik) TehKek Hiraeth

 

 

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  My apologies to elisi , to whom all these fics; still all drabbles, are dedicated as a birthday present, for the delay in getting back to posting these. Feels ages since I wrote this one; even though one of the more recent ones. It should have been posted the day I posted the previous, with all the others I got ready to go; added amongst others the same day, and that following, but trumpy-whiny, timey-roll-y whatever. 

  Anyway, it's up now (or will be soon) so back on the rocking horse-y... 
 

  TITLE: The Key to Lisa's Shadows.

  AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014

  FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

  CHARACTERS: Lisa's Dad; Lisa; Dawn;

  LENGTH: 100,

 SUMMARY: POV of Lisa's Father, on the cusp of Dawn's appearance in the Buffyverse.

 A/N: I was wondering, as I was going through the other stories in this series, how other characters perceived Dawn's appearance in their lives, when she had not been there before; as we know.

 

     She used to be so reluctant to get to School.

   Dragging her feet until he had to drive her.

   He just couldn't recall when.

   Now she was almost out the door before he'd started his breakfast.

   How to figure out the change?

   Deciding on a surprise pizza lunch; he'd been drinking coffee when he saw her laughing.

   Laughing.

   His daughter having actual fun; joking with a young girl he'd not seen before.

   Or been told of.

   She seemed as sad and solitary as Lisa usually was.

   She was growing up.

   He trusted her to tell him when she was ready.

 

 

 

   Goddess watch over us all, 


   
 

   Kerk(evik) TehKek Hiraeth

 

 

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  Almost got distracted into forgetting to post this today, but here 'tis. Another moment between Lisa and her Dad; really have to give him a name; them a surname (Mom included), but that can wait. It is, as are they are all, dedicated to elisi as a birthday present. 

 

  TITLE: The Key to a Parent's Heart

  AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014

  FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

  CHARACTERS: Lisa, and her Dad,

  LENGTH: 100,

  SUMMARY: Geeks are good; especially when they're a girl and her Dad.

  A/N: So Lisa's been told who Dawn is now, this is set some time after.

 

 

     He just sat there; expressionless.

   “I like her; I mean really like her. Like the way you talk about Mom like.

   He settled into his best Han Solo pose and told her, “I know.” She glared, and he leant forward and stroked her hair, “I've known for weeks. You get the same look in your eyes as she did; how could I not?

   “What about..?” She lost her capacity for speech; her father hadn't.

   “What does it matter how old she is? Your feelings are obviously real; what else matters?

   He held her hand and channelled Yoda, “Patience, my young Padawan; understanding will come in time.

   She kissed his cheek, “I love you, Daddy.” All he could hear was her mother's voice.

 

 

     Goddess watch over us all,

 

     

 

     Kerk(evik) TehKek Hiraeth

 

 

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   This one was conceived ; written; edited and, now posted this morning as the latest in a set of fics written for elisi 's birthday.

 

  TITLE: The Shadows of Reality

  AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014

  FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

  CHARACTERS: Tara Maclay; Dawn Summers;

  SUMMARY: People's fears and insecurities never go away really; some learn to hide them better that's all.

  A/N: Sometimes I wish we'd seen more of Tara the Mom on the show; Willow being the Dad in most people's fanfics, which I can see actually, and honestly who would Dawn go to when things begin to develop with Lisa?

 

     “Gotta trust her Dawnie.

   Dawn muttered.

   “It's that simple.

   Tara stared steadfastly back into Dawn's frustrated, miserably apologetic eyes. “What did you expect me to say?

   Dawn laughed bitterly, “You're worse than...

   “You're sister?” Tara suggested.

   “Mom,” completed Dawn, sticking her tongue out, apathetically, when Tara winked; thanking her for the compliment.

   Hugging Dawn she told her softly, “She deserves to know, Dawnie.

   “And I need to know whether this is real?

   Tara's heart broke when Dawnie looked up at her, “How real am I?

   Gripping her tight to her breast she answered.

   “You feel real enough to me, Dawnie.

 

 

     Goddess watch over us all,

 

     

 

    Kerk(evik) TehKek Hiraeth

 

 

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  Third one this morning to be posted; all birthday pressies for elisi; this one was written after I woke up this morning, so definitely more to come, and about a dozen; including the ones already posted written. 

 

  TITLE: The Key for a Father's Love

  AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014 

  FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

  CHARACTERS: Lisa's father; Dawn Summers;

  SUMMARY: Dawn thinks she's been so careful...

  A/N: After the Valentine's fic, but early in their dating relationship; Dawn is still learning about her girlfriend's father...

 

     “Not so formal Dawn; not as if this is a date after all, “ grinning wickedly as his offhand remark made her blush.

   Had to keep the pain in check though; so much did it remind him of his wife.

   Even after all this time he could hear Lisa's mother admonishing his evil humor, fresh pangs his just reward.

   He could see so much of them in this girl and his daughter it was hard to remember they were still children. He had to though; hard not to think he could see their future.

   He could only hope Lisa's was happier.

 

 

 

     Goddess watch over us all,

 

     

 

     Kerk(evik) TehKek Hiraeth

 

 

 

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  Wrote more than a dozen stories last night/this morning; this is the first to be transcribed and posted. They will not be posted in chronological order; nor in the order they came out of my brain. They are all set in the same femalehusband!verse that sees Tara and Faith as a couple. Should be posting a master list sticky post for that 'verse, but I think I'll do the 22'verse one first as posting these fics will take a couple of days. 

  They are all a belated birthday pressie for elisi, which I hope she will enjoy.  

  TITLE: Love in the Shadows

  AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014 

  FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

  CHARACTERS: Hank Summers; Spike; 

  LENGTH: 100,

 SUMMARY: Dawn's wedding; a father uninvited, and a vampire risking... things...

 A/N: This is set a little earlier in the day of the wedding of Dawn and Lisa; also, of course, Faith and Tara; also Andrew, and someone who has yet to be revealed.

 

      He felt so cowardly.

   “I wanted to thank you for... you know,

   Spike shrugged; lighting a cigarette, trying to seem indifferent.

   “Just stay at the back.

   Hank watched his daughters talking at the front of the Marquee; wondering distractedly what they meant to this man, so willing to risk their anger so he could be here for Dawn's wedding.

   “Ain't you I'm worried about mate; just protecting my bollocks from the Slayer.

   “I don't want to...

   “Don't want her having them off for bringing you do I?

   Hank nodded, and settled into a chair before such circumstances could be set in motion.

 

 

     Goddess watch over us all,

     

     Kerk(evik) TehKek Hiraeth

 

 

 

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Second story in a row to feature Rona; only the second with Vi though I think. One of the more memorable things, other than a couple of spectacular episodes, about a rather dreary final season were these two characters; that moment on the bus after the final battle!

 

 

TITLE: The Pitfalls, and Potentials of an Office Friendship.

AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014

FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (AU version of Jet Wolf's BtVS Continuation)

CHARACTERS: Vi; Rona;

LENGTH: 100,

SUMMARY: Walking the line between friendship and more can be tricky...

A/N: Always wanted to explore some of the stories of those potentials we saw in S7; especially Rona and Vi, who seemed to form an unexpected bond. They've both appeared in various stories over the years; Rona especially appearing in a command role a couple of times. This will hopefully be the first in a series exploring their relationship, which I can promise will not follow a stereotypical path. This is set at a celebration of a significant anniversary in the history of the Slayers.

 

 

The party had carried on well into the morning.

Neither Vi, nor Rona could vouchsafe that, since they'd ended up swimming naked in the pool in the gardens; foolish since they'd been drunk.

They'd kissed whilst drying each other off; waking up still entangled.

They'd grown to be fast, though not inseparable, friends since meeting as Potentials in the war against the First Evil.

While neither regretted it, neither had they expected it either; nor were they quite sure what to do about it now it had happened.

Though they were both sober when they did sit down to talk.

 

 

 

Goddess watch over us all,

 

 

Kerk(evik) TehKek Hiraeth

 

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  This was my first seriously written fanfic for something like 15 - 20 years; that was worth anything.  There was an extremely long story that was clearly going nowhere; especially with the tendency of most people not to offer feedback (guilty of that myself a lot these days; mostly because I rarely read fanfics these days); as well as another fic that really needs to be radically re-written, and is quite obviously full of the rage I was feeling at Tara's death at the time. 
  This was also written back in the days when I still believed that WillTara was the only pairing for either character; before I started seeing beyond the romantic film that filled my vision at the time. 
  I still love it though; it was the first story I ever wrote that somebody messaged me and asked if they could archive it. Don't think people do that these days, sadly. I can tell you that after that I walked around for days with an expression not unlike I imagine Willow wearing the morning after 'Hush'. 

  TITLE: The Dance of the Happy Little Toaster
  AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014 
  FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (S4)
  CHARACTERS: Willow Rosenberg; Tara Maclay;
  'SHIP: WillTara;
  LENGTH: 2000,
  RATING: 15 (for sexual references & language)
  SUMMARY: It's the morning after 'New Moon Rising' (BtVS S04 E19); Willow wakes up in the arms of Tara.
  A/N: 1) I have decided to rate these, at least on my own journal, using the UK film ratings system as this seems much more sensible to me than the experientially homophobic and misogynistic MPAA ratings – others may disagree, and I shall adapt them where they are cross-posted to fic journals with different systems. Naturally there will be border disputes for which I shall defer to the lj's concerned; unless I feel the rating there unjustified.
          2)There are references to a song by The Beatles; the 'Puppy' episode of Ellen DeGeneres' eponymously titles sitcom; a movie that, at the time I wrote this, I had not scene that was referenced in the S3 episode, 'Something Blue', and gave me the title, and finally the last line is shamelessly stolen from what I recall as the very first Lesbian movie I ever saw (not sure of the factual nature of that), but the line has definitely stuck with ever since, called 'Lianna'.
          (nb.) shortly after I first posted this story, I think, on the now defunct (with much regret on my part for the loss of so much fan history; poetry; fics and comments) willtara yahoo group, which led to it being included on the largely moribund sites at http://mysticmuse.net/authors/rayharley/danceofthehappylittletoaster.htm & http://nha.magical-worlds.us/viewstory.php?sid=3435 – it's also posted at http://www.ralst.com/DanceHappyLittleToaster.HTM (if you have seen it elsewhere, please let me know and I will be delighted to include the links), I actually got to see 'The Brave Little Toaster' at a Dundee cinema, and rather enjoyed it.
         So thank you very much to whoever got that line into the script for 'Something Blue'.
         Also there was a reading on a web/radio/podcast site that, as I recall, was principally devoted to what they called 'wiffy'; then the name for Willow/Buffy shippers; though I never got the chance to hear it, and can no longer find anyone involved with the site who may have access to a recording I can download or listen to. If you have any information that could help I should be most appreciative.



   Willow stirred from her slumber just as false dawn was creeping into the room. She opened her eyes carefully, not totally aware of where she was... until her nudity hit her.


   She was naked! In Tara's bed!


   The sudden enormity of her situation made her giggle, albeit quietly.

 
 “Wow!”


   She gasped, hushing herself instantly.

   And it had been wow!

   They'd been intimate before; they'd been (half) naked before, but it had been nothing more than high-class, chocolate-frosted, necking.

   Last night had been an entirely different matter.

   Low-class, chocolate honey-filled, high-caffeine... lust-lovin'.


   Wow!


   She glanced at the sleeping face of her lover...

   Her lover. Tara was her lover.

   Trying not to laugh out loud Willow wondered if she was now an official lesbian, if Tara would get an official Ellen, 'I turned a straight girl' toaster.

   She giggled once more, then smirked as she noticed the tiniest hint of drool on Tara's cheek. If she hadn't been so frightened of waking her up she would have kissed it away.


   Wow.

 
   Then, stroking hair away from Tara's face, she dared to kiss her anyway.

   Ever so slightly; ever so carefully; ever so daintily, on the forehead.

   Closing her eyes she breathed in the still sweaty scent of her lover.


   Her lover. Tara was her lover.


   Wow.


   It was an established fact now. No going back.


   She snorted as she fought back a laugh. Hell, she wanted to shout. To cry out. She was too happy. She contented herself with another gentle kiss, this time on her lover's cheek, then held her breath as Tara stirred slightly.


   For several minutes then, she took in the sight of Tara breathing... in, out, deep in sleep. O goddess, but she was beautiful.


   Her lover. Tara was her lover.


   “She loves you. Yeah, yeah, yeah.”


   She was drunk. She wanted to tell the world. She felt like dancing, and singing. Instead she had to content herself with continuing to watch Tara sleeping. For over half an hour she simply watched Tara breathing, occasionally gifting herself the slightest, most delicate of kisses. On the cheek; on the forehead once, daringly, on the lips. She even stroked Tara's shoulder at one point.


   Finally she felt compelled to action. She could no longer keep her hands off her lover.

   Her lover, she repeated yet again.


   “Tara Maclay is my lover,” she whispered, breaking into a grin wider than the Grand Canyon.

   Was it possible to be too happy?


   Nuh-uh!


   Feeling compelled to laugh... to cry... to shout... to sing, Willow couldn't even begin to decide which impulse was the strongest. And she knew she couldn't bear to disturb the peaceful rest Tara was enjoying.

   She wondered if Tara was dreaming about her.


   Finally Willow carefully disengaged herself from the bedclothes; clambering, reluctantly, free of Tara's arm. Picking up a discarded; oversized t-shirt she grasped her overnight bathroon bag and, with one last look at Tara's peaceful features, she opened the door and slowly meandered down the hall to the showers.

 
    There, despite the early hour, she showered.

   Slowly, langorously, she ran her fingers over her body; touched her lips, brushed her nipples and stroked her belly, teased herself; hissing at just how ready she was, between her legs... everywhere, in fact, Tara had touched her the night before.


   Not bothering with a towel she stepped dripping from the shower and went to stand in front of one of the long mirrors. She placed a finger on her tongue and tasted it, just to see if it felt any different. She finally let out the long-suppressed laughter.


   It tasted like it had recently been in a shower.

   She was almost disappointed.


   For several minutes Willow stared at the face she saw in the mirror, studying the inanely stupid grin on the face of a woman she hardly recognised.


   Yet seemed to know for the first time.


   She seemed to be glowing. Was she glowing? Willow laughed again. Of course she was glowing! She was fresh from the shower.

   Fresh from her lover. Her lover Tara Maclay.


   She repeated it out loud and laughing, brushed wet hair from her face.

   Then she stared defiantly at the face in the mirror and declared...



   “Willow Rosenberg eats pussy!”

 


  Goddess watch over us all, 

  

  Kerk(evik) TehKek Hiraeth 

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   My first fic in ages is a belated birthday present for clarahow  who shares the same birthday as me. Really pleased that I have managed to write anything at all, this is inspired by ncis_drabble  prompt #437: wrong, and features Caitlin Todd and Abby Sciutto; my two personal favourite characters from the only season I have so far seen. 

   Hope you like. 


   TITLE: Undercover Liaisons 
   AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014 
   CHARACTERS/PAIRING: Caitlin Todd, Abby Sciuto, Cait/Abby; 
   
GENRE: femslash, 
   
RATING: R, 
   
SUMMARY: Kate's undercover, but the only seats are at the same table as her lab tech; lo-jinks ensue...



   This was wrong. 

   Sitting opposite Abby; Kate fought to remain professional as the lab tech played footsie with her groin under the table. 
 
   Abby carried on chatting to her date as if in complete innocence. 

   Kate tried to hiss that she was undercover, but could barely breathe properly. 

   Trying to remember all the hard work it had taken to get the target here she somehow kept her cool. 

   Busiest night here in decades, she screamed in her head, and suddenly she was more relaxed than she could remember.  

   Abby's toes were gone; she was standing and winking at Kate's frown. 

   

   Goddess watch over us all,

   

   Kerk TehKek
   
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   TITLE: Crazy Baby

   AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014

   LENGTH: 200

   CHARACTERS / 'SHIP: Tara Maclay; Willow Rosenberg; Faith Lehane / Tara/Faith; Willow/Tara implied.

   A/N: Crazy Baby was track eleven on Relish; story seven in this series. It was originally going to be for another track, but something happened to make me change my mind. This was also written weeks ago; though still in April, and represents a belated story for an otherwise barren month (unless it's still April in Hawaii). I wanted to wait until I'd written out the stories, but one is proving to be problematic.

   Anyway for red_satin_doll another chapter in a long-delayed series.

 

 

 

     Steadily Tara brushed her hair.

     Eyes, black, chill and gleaming, shone back at her.

 

     Eyes closed, she knew.

 

     They laughed; cold and malicious, so dread even The First had quailed.

     She felt tendrils crawling through her, trying; endlessly endeavouring to connect with the web of muscles; nerves; cells and vessels that formed her – its cell.

     Whispers ghosted around her hearing; always there, never quite heard.

     Circling; scenting blood, as Tara applied a tampon.

 

     “I feel like I'm being torn apart and half of me is lost.

 

     She froze, for the longest time; breathed long and hard and stood up straight, placing a finger carefully beside her eye.

 

     “Why not use a glamour?” She froze once more, forgetful, momentarily, that she wasn't alone with her.

 

     Unsteadily she smiled; tried to smile.

 

     “They'll see.

 

     Still, she applied cream to the bruise, more for healing purposes than secrecy.

     Or vanity.

     It scared, the ancient familarity of the actions.

 

     Opening her eyes, Tara stared uncertainly into the mirror.

     She turned at a sigh of relief.

     She reached out and took a trembling hand in her own.

     She knew by that sigh that they were clear in reality; not just her own, but real.

     "Faith".

 

 

   Goddess watch over us all,

 

   

 

   Kerk TehKek

 

 

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 It occured to me today that the genre proudly known as slash fiction must be approaching it's SAGAhood, as in it will be fifty years old in the next couple of years.

Last year I saw someone talking about slash fiction being about two decades old. I restrained myself from replying; imagining the sage individuals who wrote those first K/S fics planning some suitable rewenges of their own when word filtered to them.

Do we have any dates for the first zines? I imagine the first story was never published, but wouldn't oit be wonderful to fond that piece of history?

Mostly I write the version called femslash, rather than m/m slash which the original is sometimes referred to these days; genfic, or het-fic (I'm old and get confused).

Let's come out of the closet and show the youngsters they didn't invent smut!


Goddess watch over us all, 

kerk tehkek

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   TITLE: Casablanca

  AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014

  FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer;

  CHARACTERS: Buffy Summers; Faith Lehane,

  PAIRING: Buffy/Faith;

  WORD COUNT: 200,

  A/N: This is written for drabbletag6 request @ femslash100 by clarahow . It will also be posted at her comm femslashagenda . It is set in my 22!verse where, at this time, Faith and Buffy have been lovers for some time. There are references here back to Season Three's Graduation Day, Pts I & II .


 

 

     “Faith!

 

     The target of her yell responded exactly as if she was made of the same material as the gravestone she was staring at.

 

     Buffy swept two vamps off their feet with one kick; dusting another before she could she could recover from dodging them.

 

     She yelled again; without getting any more of a response; noticable to her Slayer hearing anyway. Faith might have been a statue.

 

     There was a sob...

 

     and a groan...

 

     Which came from behind her.

 

     The one missing an ear was dusted as he tried to stand; last one fled past Faith into the woods.

 

     “Faith, what..?

 

     Buffy spotted the glistening trails on Faith's face; that what breathing she was doing was automatic, and laboured beyond description.

 

     It wasn't until she got a look at the inscription on the gravestone that she understood. 

 

     Of all the cemetaries in all the world...

 

     Buffy pulled her close and held her as Faith's conscience cracked open the dam and flooded into the open.

 

     She held back her own tears; helped by a deep sense of her own guilt.

 

     How many had died because she couldn't... 

 

     Wrapping her arms around Buffy, Faith finally wept over the Professor she had murdered.

 

 

 

   Goddess watch over us all,

   

   Kerk TehKek

 

 

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  TITLE: A Dutiful Kiss

  AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014

  FANDOM(S): Star Trek: Deep Space Nine / Star Wars

  CHARACTERS: Kira Nerys; Leia Organa,

  PAIRING: Nerys/Leia,

  WORD COUNT: 250,

  RATING: R,

  A/N: Saw this post http://sophiagratia.tumblr.com/post/136579157682/femslashsuggestion-leia-organa-star-wars-x and, since sophia_gratia ,is a much missed ex-mod from the ds9 rewatches I started thinking plot bunny thoughts on how to fulfill her wishes.             This is what I came up with.
          I was inspired by several prompts at
femslashficlets but, in the end, could not decide which might fit best; despite the title.

 

 

 

     Leia had been giving Nerys' tired body a massage; Nerys, who still found it strange to be having a relationship; of sorts, with a holosuite character, had accepted the gift of some of Jadzia's old programs when the last of the old crew had left the station.

     She was lonely, but missed the old days when Jadzia used to annoy, embarrass and tease her into all sorts of adventures.

     She was drifting into a dream-like state of sensuality; had no idea what she was talking about, when suddenly she realised that Leia was kissing her.

     She stiffened, but didn't try to stop Leia; though Leia stopped when she asked, in a very strange tone of voice, which Nerys herself didn't recognise, what she was doing.

     “You appeared to need it,” Leia responded.

     Nerys turned over to see the relatively youthful Princess gone.

     In her place was a completely nude, but much aged, woman with a scarred and lined body; showing signs of childbirth; graying hair and a great deal of confident defiance.

     She must have look confused; querying?, because Leia leant and slid forward over Nerys' slick form, fingers getting (un?)comfortably close to Nerys' groin. Leia stopped Nerys from speaking with another kiss then, speaking softly told her, “I'm a 'fictional' character in a holosuite program, but even if you do accept the promotion, I'll always outrank you so I could make it an order...

     Nerys considered this for... three seconds.

     And dutifully kissed her superior officer. 



 

 

 

   Goddess watch over us all,

   

   Kerk TehKek  



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  TITLE: Like Seeing Your Very Own Self Looking Back At You

  AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014

  FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer; S5,

  CHARACTERS: Tara; Lisa,

  WORD COUNT: 200,

  A/N: This is set not long after The Body; Dawn has not yet returned to school. The earliest Dawn/Lisa fic I wrote, which could; as can this, be set in any of the separate 'verses where I have them as a pairing, was written as taking place on Dawn's first day back at school. Here Lisa is part of a tour looking around UC Sunnydale, and sees Tara in the Library studying.

 

 

 

     “Miss Maclay?

 

     Glancing up, Tara saw a slightly nervous looking african-american girl that she recognised from having met Dawn at her school a couple of times.

 

     “Tara.

 

     “My name is Lisa,” she looked miffed, a little confused too; or thought Tara was confused.

 

     She ducked her head; trying not to smile too much. After a few moments of collection she looked up and nodded, “I know,” adding, “My name is Tara, not Miss Maclay.

 

     Lisa tried to smile, making Tara respond; gesturing for Lisa to sit across the UCSD Library table from her, while asking,”What's wrong?

 

     Uncertainly sitting down; only really after Tara confirmed it was ok for her, a High School student to be sitting here, Lisa asked, following another short spell of nervousness, “I was wondering how Dawn was; she... didn't answer my messages.

 

     “She's been very upset about her mother's death; they both ~ we all are actually. We're all trying to be there for Dawn and Buffy; without...

 

     “Being there?” Tara nodded. Lisa finally seemed to relax a little; Tara watched her, and fought the tendency to have her mouth twitch into that smile that Will seemed to love so much. 

 

     Dawn had an admirer it seemed.

 

 

 

Goddess watch over us all,

Kerk TehKek

 

 

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TITLE: Proverb; 4:25

AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014

FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (au)

CHARACTERS/PAIRING: Drusilla/Tara Maclay

PROMPT: femslash100 #481: bird

RATING: PG-13

WORD COUNT: 200

A/N: This is set in an AU version of the alternate universe created/not created (depending on your view of canon). I have written two longer fics based in this 'verse; these are included here with older links that will, hopefully before too long be replaced by ones more current. Comments can be left at these links, but I cannot receive any notifications from my old lj addresses; though I can check for any comments left.

 

http://kerkevik.livejournal.com/173269.html 10th February 2013
My Fic Challenge for 2013 #26 ~ Falling in Love Again: 1. Familiar Unfamiliarity

 

http://kerkevik.livejournal.com/176723.html 6th March 2013
My Fic Challenge for 2013 #35 ~ Falling In Love Again: 2. Shakespeare's Children

 

A/N 2: the full bible verse from which the title comes can be found here; the title version of it is a clue to events which will be more fully explored in a longer story, which has been too long delayed. http://www.biblestudytools.com/ncv/proverbs/4-25.html

 

I like Big Bird better,” her sire complained.

She thought the tiny female perfect; recalling fear as she did the calculations in her head.

Taking care to note the necklace she desired; her sire, and the sunlight creeping through the forest canopy.

When all were where they needed to be, she utilised her newly acquired speed; grabbing the bird, and necklace, as she muttered a spell then, just before silencing her sire forever, she uttered a phrase she knew better than her own name.

Hush, or it'll really hurt.

Watching fascinated as Dru floated off on the dawn breeze, Tara settled back into the small cave to doze away the daylight hours; all the time planning her next moves, which would have nothing; yet, to do with Sunnydale, or whatever the town was her Dru had been dragging her new pet.

She kept her eye on the bird as it slowly; with what must be great confusion, turned back into a living, breathing creature; not the makeshift stake she had made of it.

Tara wasn't decided on what was to befall Daddy Dearest and her brother.

Cousin Bethany though? She knew exactly what she was going to make of her.

 

 

Goddess watch over us all,

Kerk TehKek

 

 

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