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askerian ([personal profile] askerian) wrote2011-06-01 02:10 pm

Monthly word count: May

Total: 14 094 words. Huh, not bad.

Completed and posted:
-Zack & babies: buncha little hellions (1 666 words)
-Gundams as Dragons AU: Introductions (830 words)
-Gundams as Dragons AU: Scythe & Wing meet (3 243 words)
-Gundams as Dragons AU: Wing hatches (1 424 words)
-Gundams as Dragons AU: Duo&Deathscythe silliness (296 words)
-FF7 daemon AU: Sephy&Gast (240 words)
-FF7 daemon AU: Turks in Wutai (1 443 words)
-ff7 Daemon AU, Cloud crossdressing (740 words)
-Zack&Seph pre-ot4 thing (1 413 words)

... huh. In one hand it looks like a lot... but it's mostly drabbles and short stuff. Why am I not working on my chaptered fics? D: (oh lord i can never be happy with how much I write, it's crazy. XD;)

(by the way I had 99% of it written long ago, but I finally arranged and posted the teamwork chapter on ffnet.)

WIP:
-Reno/Zack for the kink meme (736 words)
-Team Seven angsty messed-up OT3 thinger (1 230 words)
-Gundams as Dragons safehouse crack (123 words)
-Drunk!Heero crack (584 words)
-Zack & kiddies: Welcome to Nibelheim (183 words)

Teasers:
Reno/Zack for the kink meme
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Everyone knows about the great SOLDIER/Turk rivalry. Every SOLDIER/Turk knows that when a toilet explodes in your face or your tasty snacks for that team party come out of the sealed bag covered in pepper, you blame the Turks/SOLDIERs first. Because nine times out of them, it'll be their fault.

The tenth time out of ten is when Zack can't get free in time to get that tortoise into Tseng's office and ask Reno to pretty please with a cherry on top get it there for him. (If Zack owes Reno for his bitten fingers for the next century, eh, Reno isn't above cashing in with great prejudice.) Or when Reno has to get revenge for SOLDIER boys making cracks at the other newbies -- he doesn't like his Turks agemates much (was he ever that young? The answer to that is no, by the way) but like hell if he's gonna let anyone but other Turks razz them -- but they've covered all points of entry into their locker rooms and those boxers and briefs aren't gonna turn themselves into G-strings on their own, are they.

Zack cashes in over the added mystique the Turks gain from that supposed 'impossible break-in', by the way.



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Team Seven angsty messed-up OT3 thinger
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She's been trying her best to fall in love with Naruto for the better part of a year now. (Sasuke is branded on her heart and she knows she will die still aching, but she doesn't want it to mean that she's been ruined for anyone else, that she will never love again.) And when she finally does it's entirely on accident, and she wants to be sick; she feels disgusting.

Naruto was funny when she felt sad and encouraging when she lost hope and determined when she faltered, and she grew to admire him and trust in him and she will follow him faithfully to the end of the earth, and of course she loves him, how can she not; but between loving and being in love there is a whole chasm, paper-thin, that goes straight to the center of the earth.

She can see herself leaning against his shoulder and laughing and stealing his popcorn, she can see herself and him walking down a street holding hands and smiling at each other. It would be nice and warm and comfortable. Safe. She can't see herself grabbing him by the collar and yanking him in for a bruising, needy kiss. She can see heavy petting -- not fucking, not digging her nails thoughtlessly in his back as she shakes and meeting his dazed eyes with her own, with her need clear, wide open for him to see right to the core of her self. She has always hated to worry him, hated to impose, and that's just another way of saying she won't trust him with her whole.

Naruto is nice and understanding and friendly, and he flatters her ego by flirting but he never pushes. He never opens himself up either, even though at first look he seems the most open person in the world. Never all the way. He won't be weak before her.

She looks at his face right now and he doesn't yet know she is here, even though she's not hiding. He's still looking at Sasuke's back as he walks off and he can't break away, and so she can see everything. How baffled and lost he is, how his thoughts are a whirlwind of need-want-crave and not knowing if he's been betrayed or if he's betraying -- her, Sasuke, either or, either way.

How much he didn't know.

She thinks she knew ages ago, somewhere in a corner of her heart. Perhaps she should have told him herself, perhaps they should have talked, but she and Naruto don't talk about each other's feelings, not past "I like you, you love him, we both know, let's switch topics now." She knew when he couldn't give in and let Sasuke fall into the dark, and she knew some more when he fought every step of the way, with everyone, to bring him back home, and she knew when he grinned at her at the victory celebration and nudged her toward Sasuke; it looked like heartbreak.

He stands there now in the middle of the street with his lips still parted, and he can notice nothing but Sasuke walking off and his reddened lips, and it's there that she falls, hard and sharp, like the world just tilted sideways.

Sakura is not in love with Naruto's optimism or his strength of will or his boyish silliness or his clumsy, blinding sincerity.

She's in love with how in love he is with Sasuke.


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Gundams as Dragons safehouse crack
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The hangar was supposed to host half a dozen of private planes, a couple of helicopters. Which meant if one consented to crawl a little bit to get under the door one might find some more space inside. Not enough to stretch your wings to the sides, and definitely not enough to stretch them up.

They all understood the need to hide, and it was a little chilly outside, but by the end of the first day they'd already resolved to let Deathscythe keep the middle of the hangar, not because he deserved it or because he wanted it, but because that way when you absolutely had to bite him he didn't jerk back against the walls and make the whole hangar tremble.


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Drunk!Heero crack
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So it turned out Heero was a friendly drunk.

No, actually, he was worse, he was an amorous drunk. Or, well, maybe not quite that bad, but whenever he relaxed enough to get drunk -- uh, just this side of never -- well ...

Like he said when Duo asked him; there's the five of us here; if something urgent happens that the four of you can't fix before I sober up, odds are it wouldn't have gone much faster with me. Also, I'm off duty. (Also, I trust you guys to protect me, only he didn't say that one, just... not-said it. It was there clear as day in the pattern of his avoidances.)

Only more slowly and with a couple more pauses to untangle words, and quite a bit of belligerence, like someone was about to stare at him and judge him for stepping down for one evening out of about five years.

So anyway that one time he got drunk, it was Trowa's fault, who encouraged him and even got tipsy with him so he wouldn't feel alone; it wasn't any fun to be drunk in the middle of a bunch of sober people anyway. (Trowa, his friends sometimes felt, was training up for a career as a functioning alcoholic. He could have told them all that you didn't survive long in a mercenary unit if you couldn't multitask nursing a hangover and shooting down enemy mechs from the sky.)

Anyway. Duo and Quatre knew about the drunk experiment just about when Heero and Trowa stepped out onto the patio, but they didn't know-know yet. They just thought, hey, Trowa walking loose-limbed, he does that when he's feeling undercovery, or just My-Day-At-The-Civilians-Zoo-y, huh.

Also he was humming. But Trowa had a surprisingly good voice, and while reserved and introverted as fuck he really wasn't what you'd call crowd-shy.

What was really goddamn weird was that Heero walked almost as loose-limbed as he did, and was humming along. Sort of. Off-key, and not even pretending to know any of the lyrics, or the melody, or anything but the notes coming out of Trowa's mouth and trying to follow him.

And while Duo and Quatre are still utterly fucking baffled Trowa smirks at them and leans in to whisper something in Heero's ear and Heero bursts out the fuck laughing.

Now contrary to expectations Heero had laughed before in his life, even out loud, even quite loudly, only most of the people who'd heard it subsequently died and the rest had become, somehow, utterly terrified of him, and were now prone to waking up in a cold sweat once a week, yelling, "it's a Gundam!".

This one wasn't unhinged-bwahaha, though. Which in a way was even scarier.


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Zack & kiddies: Welcome to Nibelheim
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Zack woke to a little hand on his cheek and something tickling his nose. Through the windshield the sun was still invisible, but the sky was turning pink over the rising mountains. Ludmila had wedged herself between the front seats of the buggy and was peering down at him, long smooth hair falling like a silver curtain on his face.

"Hey, Ludy," he whispered around a yawn; he stretched long and slow, stiff muscles protesting. The air was cold.

Her little hand was still on his cheek, against the side of his nose. Huh. She used to do that a lot in the early days, touch his face, his head; it had tapered off. Maybe moving so suddenly had brought it back. He smiled reassuringly as he sat up, leaned in to kiss her forehead.

"Why are you up? Have to pee? Hungry?"

She nodded, taking her hand back to put a finger in her mouth, studying him. Zack sighed a little and glanced in the backseat; the rest of the brood were still asleep.

Wait a second. One, two, three... "Where's Kyril?"

[identity profile] yesthisisme.livejournal.com 2011-06-01 01:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah! Darling, I love that little team seven thing. SO CUTE AND PERFECT. <3

[identity profile] yesthisisme.livejournal.com 2011-06-01 03:07 pm (UTC)(link)
It's quite possible that it's just me that thinks this. I think weird things are cute sometimes. Including stuff meant to be angsty. D:

[identity profile] yesthisisme.livejournal.com 2011-06-01 07:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay. xD Laziness is acceptable. :D

[identity profile] joisbishmyoga.livejournal.com 2011-06-01 01:58 pm (UTC)(link)
... Isn't Kyril the kid who likes animals and keeps getting hurt by them? Zack is going to have nightmares of Nibel dragons for months.
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[personal profile] tephra 2011-06-01 02:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh dear, Zack is in for a very... interesting, morning.
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[personal profile] percygranger 2011-06-01 03:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Personally, I thought the team 7 bit was sad, and sweet, but sad.

Drunk!Heero (and Trowa!) made my day. I want more, please.

On the FF7 kidlets: And did anyone else's alarm bells go off when they saw Nibelheim in the title? Kyril is a mini half-Sephiroth and a "creepy little bugger", yes? And Nibelheim is the place with a scary alien just waiting to possess her clones/kids? Oh, gods above.
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[personal profile] percygranger 2011-06-03 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Speaking of things just remembered. I've been reading a lot of GW fic lately, and it made me think of your older stories. I just connected this series with your GW/FF7 xover. Zack saving someone from Hojo's lab? Check. Is this something that really appeals to you? All your Zacks seem pretty altruistic.
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[identity profile] kraziekatlord.livejournal.com 2011-06-01 03:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Everything but the angsty-bit made me giggle. Especially why they put Death-chan in the middle!

As for the team-7 bit,.... eh, I'm not really into angst. So I kinda skipped over it? Sorry.
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[identity profile] kraziekatlord.livejournal.com 2011-06-01 04:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Sounds like the girls when I take my 3 nieces anywhere.

1: "I wanna sit in the middle!"

2: "No, *I* wanna sit in the middle!"

3: "Aunt Kathy, tell them it's my turn in the middle!"

Me: "Fine. I choose... *spins around, points* You to sit in the middle."

*not even halfway down the block* "Why do I gotta sit in the middle?"

"Aunt Kathy! She's touching me!"

"You're breathing at me!"

*etc*

[identity profile] riicchan.livejournal.com 2011-06-01 04:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Aaah, now you're making me want to make a post about wordcounts! *brb, does so*

Good work this month. :D
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[personal profile] oceanandspace 2011-06-01 04:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Because nine times out of them, it'll be their fault.
The tenth time out of ten is when Zack can't get free in time to get that tortoise into Tseng's office and ask Reno to pretty please with a cherry on top get it there for him.

I can so imagine them both tallying the 'oh, I helped you twice last week, come on, Tseng's office isn't that dangerous/hard to crack'
I definitively want the rest of it, can't wait for you to get to the end! ^^

only most of the people who'd heard it subsequently died and the rest had become, somehow, utterly terrified of him, and were now prone to waking up in a cold sweat once a week, yelling, "it's a Gundam!".
OH MY GOD, I SWALLOWED MY CHIPS THE WRONG WAY AND I'M STILL LAUGHING LIKE A MANIAC AND THIS TOTALLY DESERVES CAPSLOCKS OH MY GOD I WANT MORE MORE MORE MORE!!! ^_______________________________________________^

Wait a second. One, two, three... "Where's Kyril?"
Wow, kiddies of doom. Poor Zack, he's going to have a hard time coping with all the kids.

[identity profile] tanukyle.livejournal.com 2011-06-01 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Nibelhiem....and KIDS!?

I am slightly worried. oAo;

Also bwhahaha, trading favors.

Also fwee, teamwork.
And also ggguuuuh angstyteamseven that I want to read.

[identity profile] loveandallthat.livejournal.com 2011-06-02 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
Your angst is delicious, m'dear.

[identity profile] venia.livejournal.com 2011-06-04 12:06 pm (UTC)(link)
You'll never guess but: I loved the team7 piece! :D Descriptions were so right, so meaningful, it put into words what I always thought about their bonds. I read the first paragraphs thrice for how awesome they were before proceeding XD I briefly wondered how would italian readers react if I ever translated such a short passage. *instant love*