Arrant Nonsense

Look at the pretty, shiny fic that bigsciencybrain wrote for me! Pre-Jayne/Zoe, with spot-on River characterization and Mal getting the better of Niska in a very *cough* creative *cough* way.

Go forth, read! Shower her with praise!

They're discussing Blooming Cactus at club_joss. I'm flattered and amazed and think that this is beyond cool...

So I revisited the fic I started when ff_friday had a free-write week, choosing the "First Kiss" challenge. Alas, the free-write week expired some time ago, but nothing says I can't post the thing anyway, right? It's short, exactly 300 words. Therefore, I'm going to be mean and not LJ-cut it. :-p

Title: ...And the World Cracked Open
Author: babies stole my dingo (agilebrit)
Fandom: Firefly
Rating: PG-13 (default)
Length: 300 words exactly. Go, me?
Disclaimer: Joss is the genius behind these characters; I am but a lowly follower. I make no money from any of this, so please don't sue me.
Feedback: Concrit adored! If you see something that can be improved upon, please let me know.
Written for: ff_friday's "First Kiss" challenge.
Notes: Jayne/Zoe, another in my series that started with "Blooming Cactus," and continued with "One Man's Weeds" and "Hair Fetish." Title is from an Agnes de Mille quote: "Then I did the simplest thing in the world. I leaned down...and kissed him. And the world cracked open."

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Jayne never kissed them on the lips. Not ever. He learned that lesson the hard way when he was a young 'un, after wakin' up with an ugly headache and empty pockets. Any time a girl, any girl, tried to kiss him on the lips, it'd become second nature for him to turn his head so she missed. He didn't mind kissin' anyplace else, for sure, but when a girl tried to kiss him on the mouth, he got all sorts of uncomfortable, like she was trying something she ought not to.

Zoe, as always, was different. She wasn't above taking what she wanted, and at this particular point in time, she wanted his lips. And damn if he didn't just give 'em to her.

It was her turn to cook dinner, and she'd been at the cutting board chopping up some honest-to-God vegetables they'd managed to buy after their last job. He'd come up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, which was ridiculously slender for such a tall woman, and buried his nose in her hair. And she'd dropped the knife, turned around, and planted one on him.

He hadn't expected her to do that, and his brain shorted out momentarily. His eyes widened in shock, but hers were wide open too, watching his reaction, and he didn't take but a second to get into the spirit of the thing. He felt her smile as he responded and then he was mashing her to him and tangling his hands in that hair he couldn't get enough of. He shoved a momentary vision of the airlock ruthlessly out of his head.

He lost himself in her for a bit...until River came dancing barefoot through the kitchen and chirped, "About time!" on her way to the cockpit.

...edited the BeagleFic for pro-publication. I sent it off to my (published) Mom for perusal, and she hasn't gotten back to me with it yet, which of course makes me wonder if it sucks big green mossy rocks. *is insecure*

So, what have I been doing with my time today? Well, this game is addictive. Yay for a cute dragon and setting off fireworks. Did I icon him? Yes, yes I did. Me =


That being said, I have other icons to post too. Which I will procede to do. A bunch of Illyria, a couple of AtS general ones, a House, a kitty, several Firefly. (Yes, I know about the Special Hell for the Zayne ones. Shut up.) Without further ado:

Teasers:


More this way...
( Eight Firefly )

( Six Illyria )

( Seven Angel the Series )

So, yeah. *eyeshift* I've already been informed (by the Hubby) that I'm sick and wrong for writing this. I freely admit that my brain is a strange place at the best of times. And I'm a bit worried that both Jayne and Zoe are massively OOC in this--and they probably would be if the timeline was different. My sole defense is that this takes place in my Jayne/Zoe series after he's taken a bullet for her and then given her *cough* flowers, later. I've taken the teeny little blink-and-you-miss-it scene in "Heart of Gold" where Jayne is brushing Helen's hair and run with it. That little thing, for the curious, was not in the shooting script, and I have a sneaking suspicion that Adam came up with that himself.

Anyway, that's my roundabout way of saying that if you, dear flist, think that they're OOC, I need to know, k? I realize that the Jayne/Zoe pairing isn't everyone's cuppa tea, so if you don't want to read it for that reason, that's cool. Just remember that this is me we're talking about, so if any shagging occurs between them, I'll probably marry them off first, because I'm funny that way. And that will be way down the road and will be built up to slowly.

Well. You're not here to read my lame justifications for why I'm treating these characters this way. Onward to the fic.

Title: Hair Fetish
Author: babies stole my dingo (agilebrit)
Fandom: Firefly
Rating: PG
Length: Short-short (999 words)
Disclaimer: Joss is the genius behind these characters; I am but a lowly follower. I make no money from any of this, so please don't sue me.
Feedback: Concrit adored! If you see something that can be improved upon, please let me know.
Written for: ff_friday's "hair" challenge.
Notes: Post-BDM, another in my Jayne/Zoe series, post-"Cactus," post-"Weeds." Seeing as how the first thing that came to mind was Jayne's massive amount of (yummy) chest fur, the fact that anything else came out of this idea is a miracle.
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So, we're going to Miami tomorrow. Internet access will be spotty for a week, and I've got ten icons I can post, so I'm going to do that now. The hotel has internet access; it's just a matter of being in the room while we're on vacation, yanno? We're visiting the Miami Metrozoo on Tuesday, have a free day Wednesday (shopping!), NASCAR on Thursday, and then the Boat Show Friday and Saturday, with a Sunday return.

Whee!

Anywho, I already know I'm going to the Special Hell for the first teaser icon. Heh.



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Because, as aforementioned, I'm on crack, I've created a Jayne/Zoe comm, mercandthemate. So now all three people on LJ that think they'd be, um, interesting together, have a place to gather.

So, go, join. Write fic, make vids, make icons and banners. Because I'm a shameless hussy, that will make me happy.

Um, remember how I said I wanted to start writing longer stuff? *tosses it out the window*

Title: One Man's Weeds
Author: babies stole my dingo (agilebrit)
Fandom: Firefly
Rating: PG for one very slightly naughty word
Length: Flashfic (under 500 words)
Disclaimer: Joss is the genius behind these characters; I am but a lowly follower. I make no money from any of this, so please don't sue me.
Feedback: Concrit adored! If you see something that can be improved upon, please let me know.
Written for: ff_friday's "Weeds" prompt.
Notes: Eh, I'm going to say that this takes place sometime after Blooming Cactus, but it can be read as a standalone. Jayne/Zoe, post-BDM. Yes, I realize I'm on crack.
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Title: Blooming Cactus
Author: babies stole my dingo (agilebrit)
Fandom: Firefly
Rating: PG-13 for language and violence
Length: Short story (about 3200 words)
Disclaimer: Joss is the genius behind these characters; I am but a lowly follower. I make no money from any of this, so please don't sue me.
Feedback: Concrit adored! If you see something that can be improved upon, please let me know.
Written for: Just me. Got tired of seeing all the fics where River comforts Zoe post-Serenity, and wondered what would happen if it was Jayne instead. Not that I'm obsessed with the Bear of Very Little Brain or anything. Really.

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( Onward to the fic... )

Hit me, flist. I need to know if this sucks.