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Monthly Word Count: February
Total word count: 15 807.
1 000 less than last month. That could be explained by how I didn't write ANYTHING for the two weeks in the middle, it's all either from early in the month or the last five days. :/ Frrrrrg writer's block haet. Self, I am Disappoint. At least I managed some Teamwork.
-FF7: Restore chapter 8 scene 1 + omakes : 6 071 words.
-FF7: Steal: completing the Cloud scene: 397 words.
-DCMK: Certain Values of Immortality pt.3, completing the scene: 1 888 words.
-GW: weirdass thing that petered out and which I posted as a scriptfic in the end: 1 118 words.
-Naruto: Teamwork: Gaara scene: 246 words. :/
-GW/SGA crossover: 8 284 words. (in two days! ♥)
-Naruto: Teamwork: Completing the baby bulge scene: 803 words.
No teasers as such this month, I finished and posted almost every scene I was writing. What I have left is discarded stuff; the GW thinger that I abandoned (will nevarr be wholly written out!!) and the Gaara scene that I might actually just delete and ignore if I can't find a way to continue it. Here are tidbits anyway.
"Just start drinking without us," Duo had said. Heero didn't drink unless it was socially, and Wufei didn't drink at all, so mostly Heero just busied himself filling glasses with appropriate favorites and adding ice cubes as needed. Wufei busied himself snarking about Heero's technique, because it was a slow day and Heero hadn't given him anything else to snark at yet. (Wufei was a lot like a cat that way -- one who had never bothered to learn to sheathe his claws when kneading his people into pleasant shapes.)
When he heard the footsteps behind him, with that little deliberate twist-crunch to it, he thought, 'hm, good, now I can give him Duo.' Apparently Wufei didn't need the hint, because he looked over Heero's shoulder and smirked and...
"-- Maxwell."
Huh. This was not a 'let me poke at you'. This was a 'did you paint yourself blue?'
Maybe a little more serious than that, too. Heero turned around. Appropriate number of limbs and eyeballs, no eye-searing clothes, appropriately decent for a warm -- but not hot -- summer day.
Duo ruffled the hair at the back of his head and grinned, vaguely sheepish, vaguely uncertain. Brown locks stood on end like a messy halo over the back of his neck.
"Huh," said Heero. Duo obligingly turned his head a bit so he could see his bared nape better.
"Sorry, Heero," he said, and his smile turned roguish, almost became a leer, all vulnerability gone. "From now on you'll have to go to Wufei to pander to your hair fetish."
Wufei obligingly twitched. "Maxwell, what did we say about your sex life and I?"
Duo made a show of thinking about it. "That I shouldn't hit on you unless it's a weekend you're not working? Because you have no stamina."
"... Let's just stop at 'I shouldn't hit on you'."
Duo snorted, made a 'uh huh' noise, didn't come up with a reply. He walked up to the table, straddled the bench Heero sat on, close. Heero curled a hand around Duo's neck, fingers feeling the back of his skull. There were still short, soft locks there but he couldn't even wrap them all the way around his fingers. He made a little thoughtful noise. It would take some getting used to.
"It was time," said Duo, quieter, a little melancholy. Then he made himself quirk the corner of his lip up into a little smirk. Heero leaned in -- not far to go -- and stole a kiss. Duo carded his fingers through Heero's bangs, and tugged a little, smoothing it down on his cheek; it almost reached Heero's jaw. "Wow. Your hair is longer than mine now. That's just so wrong."
On the other side of the table, Wufei let out a sigh. "Do we have to have the PDA talk again?" he complained half-heartedly. Heero knew the display of affection didn't bother him half as much as the vulnerability.
It bothered Duo, too, so that was alright; gave him an excuse. He leaned back lazily, crossed his hands behind his head, grinned his shark grin, opened his mouth to retort --
"--Aw, shit!"
"Maxwell?"
Duo was patting the back of his head and looking alarmed -- mostly for show, but a little bit not. "Where the hell am I gonna stuff my lockpicks now? And my little throwing knives! My garrote wire!"
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"Hm."
Naruto had expected a lot of things when he went to see Gaara that morning. That his guards wouldn't let him in, or make him wait -- but they'd immediately waved him through on sight. That Gaara would greet him with a 'nice to see you' smile, or with a 'why are you here' frown, or that total absence of expression that even Sasuke didn't match.
"Uh, Gaara? You're a bit close."
Gaara released his chin and leaned back. Naruto gave a brief, nervous laugh, but his smile fell almost immediately. He couldn't even pretend Gaara had been looking at anything but his pupils.
"Definitive, then?"
He shrugged, like he didn't care. "Looks like. Listen, I wanted to..."
He'd wanted lots of things, some of them excuses and some not, but Gaara had thrown him off his stride and now he wasn't sure where to start. He stood there in Gaara's office, trying to sort it out.
"You seem to feel better. I'm glad."
"Ah -- yeah. Me too. I mean -- I'm not glad I'm feeling better -- wait, I am glad, but I meant, I'm glad you are. Uh. Are you?" Naruto frowned.
Gaara blinked, and then gave him a faint smile. "It was mostly chakra drain. I'm fine."
"You sure? No..." He fell silent, not sure that asking about nightmares would be polite. Actually it might get pretty damn rude. Even though he... "Consequences?"
"We just doubled my usual security detail."
1 000 less than last month. That could be explained by how I didn't write ANYTHING for the two weeks in the middle, it's all either from early in the month or the last five days. :/ Frrrrrg writer's block haet. Self, I am Disappoint. At least I managed some Teamwork.
-FF7: Restore chapter 8 scene 1 + omakes : 6 071 words.
-FF7: Steal: completing the Cloud scene: 397 words.
-DCMK: Certain Values of Immortality pt.3, completing the scene: 1 888 words.
-GW: weirdass thing that petered out and which I posted as a scriptfic in the end: 1 118 words.
-Naruto: Teamwork: Gaara scene: 246 words. :/
-GW/SGA crossover: 8 284 words. (in two days! ♥)
-Naruto: Teamwork: Completing the baby bulge scene: 803 words.
No teasers as such this month, I finished and posted almost every scene I was writing. What I have left is discarded stuff; the GW thinger that I abandoned (will nevarr be wholly written out!!) and the Gaara scene that I might actually just delete and ignore if I can't find a way to continue it. Here are tidbits anyway.
"Just start drinking without us," Duo had said. Heero didn't drink unless it was socially, and Wufei didn't drink at all, so mostly Heero just busied himself filling glasses with appropriate favorites and adding ice cubes as needed. Wufei busied himself snarking about Heero's technique, because it was a slow day and Heero hadn't given him anything else to snark at yet. (Wufei was a lot like a cat that way -- one who had never bothered to learn to sheathe his claws when kneading his people into pleasant shapes.)
When he heard the footsteps behind him, with that little deliberate twist-crunch to it, he thought, 'hm, good, now I can give him Duo.' Apparently Wufei didn't need the hint, because he looked over Heero's shoulder and smirked and...
"-- Maxwell."
Huh. This was not a 'let me poke at you'. This was a 'did you paint yourself blue?'
Maybe a little more serious than that, too. Heero turned around. Appropriate number of limbs and eyeballs, no eye-searing clothes, appropriately decent for a warm -- but not hot -- summer day.
Duo ruffled the hair at the back of his head and grinned, vaguely sheepish, vaguely uncertain. Brown locks stood on end like a messy halo over the back of his neck.
"Huh," said Heero. Duo obligingly turned his head a bit so he could see his bared nape better.
"Sorry, Heero," he said, and his smile turned roguish, almost became a leer, all vulnerability gone. "From now on you'll have to go to Wufei to pander to your hair fetish."
Wufei obligingly twitched. "Maxwell, what did we say about your sex life and I?"
Duo made a show of thinking about it. "That I shouldn't hit on you unless it's a weekend you're not working? Because you have no stamina."
"... Let's just stop at 'I shouldn't hit on you'."
Duo snorted, made a 'uh huh' noise, didn't come up with a reply. He walked up to the table, straddled the bench Heero sat on, close. Heero curled a hand around Duo's neck, fingers feeling the back of his skull. There were still short, soft locks there but he couldn't even wrap them all the way around his fingers. He made a little thoughtful noise. It would take some getting used to.
"It was time," said Duo, quieter, a little melancholy. Then he made himself quirk the corner of his lip up into a little smirk. Heero leaned in -- not far to go -- and stole a kiss. Duo carded his fingers through Heero's bangs, and tugged a little, smoothing it down on his cheek; it almost reached Heero's jaw. "Wow. Your hair is longer than mine now. That's just so wrong."
On the other side of the table, Wufei let out a sigh. "Do we have to have the PDA talk again?" he complained half-heartedly. Heero knew the display of affection didn't bother him half as much as the vulnerability.
It bothered Duo, too, so that was alright; gave him an excuse. He leaned back lazily, crossed his hands behind his head, grinned his shark grin, opened his mouth to retort --
"--Aw, shit!"
"Maxwell?"
Duo was patting the back of his head and looking alarmed -- mostly for show, but a little bit not. "Where the hell am I gonna stuff my lockpicks now? And my little throwing knives! My garrote wire!"
-----
"Hm."
Naruto had expected a lot of things when he went to see Gaara that morning. That his guards wouldn't let him in, or make him wait -- but they'd immediately waved him through on sight. That Gaara would greet him with a 'nice to see you' smile, or with a 'why are you here' frown, or that total absence of expression that even Sasuke didn't match.
"Uh, Gaara? You're a bit close."
Gaara released his chin and leaned back. Naruto gave a brief, nervous laugh, but his smile fell almost immediately. He couldn't even pretend Gaara had been looking at anything but his pupils.
"Definitive, then?"
He shrugged, like he didn't care. "Looks like. Listen, I wanted to..."
He'd wanted lots of things, some of them excuses and some not, but Gaara had thrown him off his stride and now he wasn't sure where to start. He stood there in Gaara's office, trying to sort it out.
"You seem to feel better. I'm glad."
"Ah -- yeah. Me too. I mean -- I'm not glad I'm feeling better -- wait, I am glad, but I meant, I'm glad you are. Uh. Are you?" Naruto frowned.
Gaara blinked, and then gave him a faint smile. "It was mostly chakra drain. I'm fine."
"You sure? No..." He fell silent, not sure that asking about nightmares would be polite. Actually it might get pretty damn rude. Even though he... "Consequences?"
"We just doubled my usual security detail."
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ALSO, HOW THE HECK DID I MANAGE TO MISS YOU UPDATING RESTORE? /flailing
jflksdjflsk;;;
Restoooooore <333
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♥
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I do love the Wu Fei Duo banter about being hit on
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XD
Both tidbits were mouth-wateringly good. I would give Gaara and Naruto cookies (or ramen) to come back and help you out. I'd love to see the rest of this.
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