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It's All In The Oro: A Rurouni's Guide to Hiding Your Feelings

U | Gen | WC: 583 | Humour | Jan 2005 | ✓

The little handbook Kenshin could well have lived by, or even written. It's all there: the silly smile, the little catchphrase, and the golden rule - They Must Not Worry.

Sessha The Unworthy One: A Rurouni's Guide To Atonement For Sins

U | Gen | WC: 552 | Humour | Jan 2005 | ✓

The Sequel to 'It's All In The Oro', this handbook gives reasons for why Kenshin thinks so lowly of himself. He might as well have written it!

Vertically Challenged

U | Kenshin/Kaoru | WC: 749 | Romance, Humour, Fluff | Jan 2005 | ✓

Kenshin's always been a short guy, and he's getting pretty sick of it. But maybe being short can have its advantages? One-shot - ending includes uber-fluff!

Fever Days And Sleepless Nights

U | Kenshin/Kaoru, Sano/Megumi | WC: 10,692 | Romance, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort | Jan 2005 | ✗

After fighting in the rain, Kenshin and Sano both get a fever. But while Sano gets better, Kenshin gets worse, and when Kaoru gets sick too it is up to Sano and Yahiko to run the dojo. MAJOR DISASTER RECIPE! KxK SxM Not the world's best summary

Thinking About Me

U | Gen | WC: 125 | Poetry, Angst | Mar 2005 | ✓

A poem - basically, each verse is a seperate haiku, and the last line of each rhymes. Kenshin reflects on his life before, and his life now. Mild angst.

Things I'll Never Say

U | Kenshin/Kaoru | WC: 1,530 | Songfic, Romance, Fluff, Angst | Oct 2005 | ✓

Oneshot songfic. Kenshin thinks about the difficulties he has in telling Kaoru how he feels, and the things keeping them apart. Fluff and mild angst.

Wayward

U | Kenshin/Kaoru | WC: 1,687 | Romance, Humour | May 2006 | ✗

Kaoru never envisioned having competition. But whilst in town with Kenshin, Kaoru overhears some talk about her dear rurouni. Talk which leaves Kaoru quite worried. Now she has to get to Kenshin first – but how? KxK

Haunted Isle

U | Kenshin/Kaoru, Sano/Megumi | WC: 4,910 | Action, Adventure, Romance | May 2006 | ✗

PostBakamatsu. Kenshin and fellow warriors find little place for them in the era they helped to create. So they set up an island community, where enemy and friend alike can live in peace. What happens when Kaoru's boat is shipwrecked on said island? KKSM

Ice Maiden

U | Kurama/OC, Hiei/OC | WC: 4,356 | Adventure, Romance | Mar 2005 | ✗

What happens when the YYH gang gets a new member - an ice demon - and they travel into the Feudal Era? YYHxInu crossover fic: Inu/Kag Mir/San Yusuke/Keiko Kuwabara/Yukina Hiei/OC Kurama/OC

Genres 1: Fantasy

M | Hiei/Kurama | WC: 3,609 | Fantasy, Romance | Jul 2009 | ✓ | Content Note: Dubcon

A series of short AU fics revolving around the wonderful pairing of Hiei/Kurama! Each story will be a different literary genre. H/K slash, possibly mentions of other canon pairings. 1: Fantasy

Genres 2: Cyberpunk

T | Hiei/Kurama | WC: 11,584 | Adventure, Cyberpunk | Aug 2009 | ✗

A series of short AU fics revolving around the wonderful pairing of Hiei/Kurama! Each story will be a different literary genre. H/K slash, possibly mentions of other canon pairings. 2: Cyberpunk

Dabbling in Drabbling

Various (stories are individually 'tagged') | WC: 1,000 | Various | Sept 2009 - Aug 2012 | ✓

A collection of YYH drabbles, doubles, and pentadrabbles inspired by the anime. Some feature 'deleted scenes' and unexplored points of view; others are simply the product of my mad imagination.

Hiei Jaganshi, Legendary Bandit

T | Hiei/Kurama | WC: 8,831 | Adventure, Fantasy, Fusion AU | Sept 2012 | ✗

Peter Pan AU. Fifteen-year-old Kurama tells Hiei Jaganshi stories to his brother Shuichi at bedtime, all the while imagining himself off on an adventure with the legendary demon bandit. One night, his wish is unexpectedly granted. Hiei/Kurama

My Fulfilled Ambition

U | Peter/Wendy | WC: 652 | Romance | ?2006/7 | ✗

2003 movieverse, post-movie. By day, Wendy entertains suitors and is the model of a refined young woman. By night, unbeknownst to her parents and her aunt, she is pursuing her unfulfilled amibition - to write a great novel about her adventures.

The Neverland

T | Peter/Wendy | WC: 4,412 | Cyberpunk, Romance | Dec 2012 | ✗

Wendy is an amateur programmer and Computer Science student who is unwilling to face the real world, preferring to spend her free time playing pirates games with her brothers and searching for The Neverland, the fabled online hackers’ sanctuary. Then she is contacted by a mysterious user who claims he can help her access the site. But what would the legendary hacker Peter Pan want with someone like Wendy?

An Interesting Dream

T | Will/Elizabeth | WC: 875 | Humour/Romance | Mar 2007 | ✓

For all you jackelizabeth fans out there

Forsaken

U | Philip/Syrena | WC: 100 | Romance | May 2011 | ✓

Pirates of the Caribbean 4: On Stranger Tides fanfic. Philip reflects. Drabble, Philip/Syrena

Mermaid Waters

U | Philip/Syrena | WC: 2,480 | Romance | May 2011 | ✓

Pirates of the Caribbean 4: On Stranger Tides fanfic. A French cargo vessel strays by accident into the fabled waters around Whitecap Bay. A young woman looks out across the water and is enchanted by what she sees. Philip/Syrena

Secret Santa (Superman Returns)

T | Lois/Clark | WC: 3,196 | Romance/Humour | Dec 2007 | ✓ | Content Note: Depiction of suicide attempt (minor OC character)

Post-SR. For Clark, Christmas is the worst time of the year thanks to the number of people who suddenly need saving: he hardly has a second he can spend with the now Richardless Lois. And anyway, what's that she's hiding in her desk drawer? Clois!

Double Act (Lois & Clark)

T | Lois/Clark, one-sided Cat Grant/Clark | WC: 4,640 | Humour/Romance | Mar 2011 | ✗

Based on season 1, episode 9, 'The Man of Steel Bars'. Instead of pretending to have Superman stay at his own apartment, Clark winds up staying at Lois' place. The two grow closer during their time together, but it's becoming more and more difficult for Clark to maintain his double act and keep Lois in the dark about his true identity. Clois!

Investigation Warranted (Superman 2025)

U | Lois/Clark, Lois Lane & Michael Holt | WC: 100 | Humour | Aug 2025 | ✓

"I just need a lead," Lois says, persistent as when she dragged him into a goddamn pocket dimension to rescue said boyfriend.

Lois thinks that Lex Luthor's oh-so-convenient translation of the recording by Clark's parents is worth probing further and for some reason, Michael is once again being roped into helping. Seasons of Drabbles summer round 2025 - gift for oceanscalamity.

Crack of Dawn (Superman 2025)

U | Lois/Clark | WC: 100 | Romance/Humour | Aug 2025 | ✓

Lois discovers that farm life comes with some requirements that she is distinctly not acclimatised to. Seasons of Drabbles summer round 2025 - treat for Kay2Es0.

In Moderation (Superman 2025)

U | Lois Lane & Clark Kent & Jimmy Olsen | WC: 100 | Humour | Aug 2025 | ✓

Jimmy and Clark have concerns about Lois' sugar intake via coffee. Lois has concerns about them interfering with the taste of the drink she needs to function. Seasons of Drabbles summer round 2025 - treat for whatcaniwriteinthis.

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Unpublished WIPs

Longer excerpts I probably won't continue, or fics that I never fleshed out to a level that saw me publish them, but that I wanted to collect here for ~posterity.

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Avengers

After Dark (Avengers Tower/domestic Avengers fic, Jun 2014) 🔽

Once daylight has dwindled and given way to night, activity in Avengers Tower gradually slows to a lull. The late-night sparring, target practice, baking, team bonding (read: marathon film-watching) and redefining-the-laws-of-physics (and-occasionally-biology) sessions wind to a reluctant close; even superheroes need to sleep.

Above and around and below everything, sleepless and unceasing and all-knowing, JARVIS watches.

Sir has always had unconventional sleeping patterns, if indeed there is ever enough of a trend to classify them as ‘patterns’; JARVIS has a log of every moment of wakefulness and restless unconsciousness, including unintended naps on the floor of the workshop, since the moment he was programmed into existence; so if anyone, he would know. More than any of the others, Sir is the one most likely to be found burning the midnight oil, then the pre-dawn oil, then the dawn oil in frantic, caffeine-fuelled flights of fancy and genius and engineering daredevilry, caught in the throes of an inspiration so strong that no amount of common sense or practicality could ever shake him loose.

However, Sir’s sleeping habits have tended a little more towards the regular since the addition of an individual to the household who not only cares for his well-being, but is strong enough to remove him bodily from the workshop when the situation calls for it. Ms. Potts, however strong her willpower and compelling her arguments, has never been capable of physically forcing Sir to take his rest when it is needed. But she and Captain Rogers between them are able to ensure that Sir has a night’s sleep at least once every seventy-two hours.

Of course, Captain Rogers himself is no stranger to sleepless nights. JARVIS also has a log of every time one of the Tower’s many gyms or sparring rooms has been accessed in the dead of night by one Steve Rogers, shaking from the aftermath of a nightmare about the war, the loss of his friends and loved ones, or a remembered, bone-deep cold. In amidst the maze of sleek, expansive training rooms filled with cutting-edge equipment is a single small room with a battered punching-bag hanging from the ceiling, the lighting soft enough to be easy on eyes that are adjusting from the darkness. Even super-soldier eyes. Captain Rogers channels his overwhelming frustration, anger, grief and loneliness into punch after punch to the bag, which in spite of its unassuming appearance is specially designed to withstand the unrestrained force of a super soldier’s anguished blows.

Ever the considerate team leader, Captain Rogers will do his utmost to avoid disturbing his team-mates on nights where he cannot sleep; but these are the Avengers, and not a one of them can be accused of ordinary nocturnal habits. Each one of them will freely offer to spar with Steve to counteract his restlessness; except for Dr. Banner, in the interests of avoiding an Incident, but he will willingly sit on the floor of the training room in question and offer up simple, mundane conversation or silent company for as long as it is needed. On the nights where he has company, Captain Rogers will relax better, calm quicker, retire to bed more swiftly and rest more assuredly thereafter; so if JARVIS will throw on an unnecessary light, thwarting Steve’s attempts at discretion to attract the attention of a nearby teammate; or if he will subtly adjust the temperature in a room in such a way as to wake a light sleeper and cause them to investigate the source of the noise in the corridor, well, it’s nothing that anyone can prove.

Stand and Deliver (Highwayman AU, Tony/Pepper, Jul 2014) 🔽

Pepper pressed herself into the seat cushions of the carriage and wished for the ability to disappear. At her father’s stern look, though, she duly straightened her back again, though she couldn’t bring herself to meet the eyes of the man sitting in the seat across from her. Normally Pepper could conduct herself with grace and poise no matter the circumstances, no matter how greatly she longed to relax her posture or speak her mind to stuffy ladies at tea parties or flee from social gatherings where sharp eyes catalogued and assessed her every move. The fact that this situation was finally testing her steely resolve spoke volumes of her dislike for Lord Justin Hammer, the man opposite her, and the match that her father was trying to press them both into.

“Yes, I was saying to your father at the ball,” said Lord Hammer, as if he were simply continuing a prior conversation and not shattering an icy silence of nearly ten minutes, “how exquisitely arraigned you are this evening, Miss Potts. Your gown is magnificent.”

“Thank you, Lord Hammer,” said Pepper stiffly in response to another meaningful glance from her father.

“I realise that a woman of your position must not be accustomed to wearing such finery,” continued Lord Hammer with a smile of utter condescension, and Pepper felt something hot and angry flare up inside her, “but I assure you that you wear it extremely well. I am confident that you will have the opportunity to accustom yourself to it further in the future.”

He was, was he? Pepper was so outraged that she didn’t even know where to begin responding to such a snub. Though it was disguised as a compliment, Lord Hammer had taken pains to emphasise her inferior status, as a mere tradesman’s daughter, compared to his, a landed and titled lord, before smoothly following it up with the assumption that she would “have the opportunity” to continue dressing above her station – no doubt as the honoured recipient of his lavish affections. She opened her mouth to make a reply and her father, clearly sensing that whatever she was about to voice would throw his match-making ambitions into disarray, leaned forward- and then abruptly fell back against his seat, his form limp and his head lolling.

There was a whoosh of disturbed air and Lord Hammer slumped sideways, and from the silken sleeve of his coat there protruded the feathered shaft of an arrow.

Before Pepper could gather her startled wits or even so much as draw breath for a scream, she realised that the carriage had come to a complete stop. She shook her father, desperately trying to elicit a response from him, but none was forthcoming, though she could not see where the injury lay.

“Father? Father!”

The cold metal muzzle of a pistol nudged the back of Pepper’s neck, and she went utterly still. Then came the words that every traveller on a lonely road at night dreaded to hear.

“Stand and deliver. Your money, or your life.”

The words rang out oddly distorted and metallic, and something stirred in Pepper’s memory: fantastic stories overheard at the market on busy afternoons, of a dangerous figure who rode the roads with his face covered by a visor made of iron, divesting the unworthy of their riches before vanishing without a trace. She turned in increments, her skin brushing against the metal as she shifted, but she would be damned to hell if she ended her life like this, cowering away from her aggressor. She lifted her chin defiantly to stare up into a terrifying visage of black metal scored with a grille, below a dark slash where the eyes on any human would be.

The Man of Iron.