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16th-Feb-2014 03:52 pm - [sticky post] My Fics over the Centuries...
The Boy Who Waited
Hi,

     this will become my archive post for my fics, which will be updated as regularly as I can manage until I am up to date.

Fics old; and maybe unwanted...Collapse )

  Here are two fics written way back in the first months after Tara's death in S6 of BtVS was broadcast here in the UK.

Two early successful, I think, buffy fics...Collapse )

  These six stories were all written as fanfics for The Chosen, as opposed to 'in the chosen!verse'. The first five got posted to the website itself; the last has only been posted to my previous lj. Hopefully one day it, it and the several fics I have written for that verse, will get posted to the website too.

Fics written for Jet Wolf's The Chosen...Collapse )

  These five fics were written in the year following me joining livejournal in 2009. I no longer have posting access to this journal so, if you have any comments on them, can you send them to me here. I hope to change this at some point, but they will eventually be re-posted. Other details, including character; 'verses etc will be added as time passes.
My first lj fics 2009-10Collapse )These are all my fics from 2011; a CSI drabble; a crossover and a NuWho S5 fic; but mostly Buffyverse stories.

My fics for 2011; the pace increases...Collapse )April 28th 2014
  Looked like 2012 was going to be a slow year, but I seemed to hit the afterburners in August; especially helped by the series I started for elisi but have yet to complete. Must get on that.

Whew! What was I taking in the Fall...Collapse )

Please, if you have any comments on the stories mentioned above; particularly if you have advice on changes to The Anyanka Solution and ideas as to what could be used for future Buffyverses from Amshel; then email me at kerkevik2014@gmail.com

  They will be most welcome.


  Goddess watch over us all,
  Ray.
Blairgowrie War Memorial
 

  TITLE: Bushwacked

  AUTHOR: kerk hiraeth

  FANDOM: Torchwood / Buffy the Vampire Slayer (22'verse) crossover

  CHARACTERS: Spike; Captain Jack Harkness, m/m slash if you squint, 

  LENGTH: 250,

  PROMPT: Fandom: Torchwood/Buffy; Characters: Jack Harkness/Spike; Premise: A case of mistaken identity occurs when Jack meets Spike and mistakes him for John Hart. Angst, perhaps? Prompt is a result of this post http://kerkevik-2014.livejournal.com/148179.html This is also in that series which, if you're following the titles, should really have given you the answer as to where I'm getting the inspiration for them from. 

  A/N: Ok, so this is the first of the ~ would you call them sponsored? ~ fics, for which someone is donating to a_phoenixdragon's GoFundMe here . Hopefully I've come up with something good enough to earn the money; if not well I will be contributing it myself. This was requested luckweaver as a gift for elisi . Had to sit down and finally watch some Torchwood; specifically the eps with Captain John Hart in them, though not because he's in here because prompt... ending is deliberately open so if you want to imagine stuff; go imagine. 

 

     Spike looked over Tiger Bay; wished he'd come here when it was worth something, and wondered where in Hell's name Blue was.

   Someone was yelling, “John!

   He'd known a pain that visceral himself; day he thought of going back and could only see her face on that bathroom floor, long since swallowed by the Pacific, that made that pain an every moment experience.

   Could be something as simple as Blue's inner Fred of course, but whatever had brought him here, should have brought her too.

   A fist drug him painfully back to reality; nearly knocked him into the water too, if not for the fist turning into a hand that grabbed his ankle; saving him from a severe wetting.

   They stared at each other for a few moments; one looking confused, as he passed from fury to mere puzzlement, the other just confused from a brain wobble that he'd have been proud to have received from Ali himself.

 

   “You going to pull me up then, beautiful?

 

   Finally face to face with his bushwacker, Spike was told, “You even sound like him.

 

   “Remind you of someone, do I?

 

   He waved a hand, mumbled something about hair; sounding as if he was crying without shedding. Man was on the edge.

 

   “Vamp could do with a good cuppa, “ he suggested to the retreating back of an old-fashioned RAF greatcoat, though he regretted adding that he liked it, when the guy seemed to physically sob.

 

   “Darjeeling. I'll show you to the rift in the morning.

 

 

    Goddess watch over us all in these dark times,

    

    Kerk Hiraeth

 

 

Blairgowrie War Memorial
  As those of you, if there are any, still reading this will know some hardy souls have been keeping the live rewatches alive. This week in approxinately 24 hours it will be 5x13 For the Uniform https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KKQJsiSLnqM

 Only one live rewatch now and that begins at 8 PM EST (that's 1 AM to me in the UK).
Come join us for silliness and discussion!

 I say one live rewatch, because there is no actual reason why those of you who cannot make the live rewatches, cannot organise impromptu rewatches, or discussion; not necessarily connected to that week's episode, of your own. Courtesy would say let the group know, but that is up to you peeps.

 kerk
Donna / Woman_of_

Had a horrible experience this afternoon; frightening how easy it is to feel your walls crumbling down around you; to start feeling like you're worth less than something scrape off your shows. Was crying most of them way home, repeating "Stupid!" 






 

Donna / Woman_of_
 
   Kinda reluctant to do this, but I have decided, because of my love and respect for elisi  from whom this is shared, to offer fics; likely drabbles, but they may turn out longer, for whatever the recipient thinks they are worth. If I don't come up with a story at all within a specified time then I will undertake to donate five pounds a time. I would suggest looking through my catalogue for thoughts on what I write but I don't really have a proper catalogue to browse, so I suggest approaching the aforementioned elisi, or red_satin_doll as to an idea of the kinds of things I write. 
   I am quite prepared to write for a fandom that I am unfamiliar with; having done so before for elisi (Doctor Who; ie Clara, and for femslash100 prompts; also Torchwood). If you have particular thoughts for stories that a_phoenixdragin might like, then please offer the ideas. 

   Kinda scared now, but writing fanfics is just about the only thing I'm good at, so there it is. 

   kerk hiraeth

A good deed for the day

[personal profile] a_phoenixdragon still needs help!

Her GoFundMe is here, so if anyone can spare a penny or two (or more) that would be great. 

I can't imagine picking up my family and moving cross country, with no safety net, on the hope and belief that surely tomorrow will be better than today. I hope and pray that everything will work out for them. So please help if you can. I'm sure every little contribution will make a difference.

♥
5th-Feb-2017 02:01 pm - DS9_rewatch ~ 5x12: The Begotten
Donna / Woman_of_
 
  Some wonderful and dedicated souls have been keeping the rewatches going while I've been doing a Sisko; though not so handsomely. 

  Only one now and that begins at 8 PM EST (that's 1 AM to me in the UK). 
Come join us for silliness and discussion! 

  kerk hiraeth 
Donna / Woman_of_
 
  http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/entertainment-arts-38835961

  Thank you, Desmond Carrington for introducing me to this version of this song. He said it in his polite gentlemanly manner but, when she was told that a woman could never effectively deliver this song, she flipped them off by producing this.

  And blowing every other version out of the water.

  I've been missing your show for weeks; just wish I'd had the means to record at least your final show. 

  I've been dreading this news since he chose to retire his show.

  R.I.P. You never failed to brighten my life.

  Goodbye old friend. 



   






31st-Jan-2017 02:42 pm - Feeling good, if strange.
Donna / Woman_of_
   Literally just come from my first proper hot meal since before xmas. I'd heard of this hot meal thing and I think I might try it again :-)

On the bus to Dundee now; got a weekly ticket so I hope to do some travelling around Tayside this week, and do some writing while I'm on the buses.

Cats are all stocked up; except for another big bag of cat litter until pretty much the end of next week, and I hope to make it down to Stirling at the weekend to catch a Glasgow City friendly at the Uni.

I want to start creating accounts under what will be my new name eventually. Feeling stressed and fuzzy beyond belief considering how energised I still feel from the Women's march the other Saturday. Disappointed I couldn;t make the protest last night; how did it go? Was anyone there?

Hoping this positivity lasts long enough to actually get some things done. we shall see.

Goddess watch over us in these troubled times,


kerk hiraeth

(OK, forget the literally; mobile internet keeps disconnecting so I've no idea when I'll get to actually press post)


Donna / Woman_of_
 
 
   Additional note: all the stories in this series have been posted in 2017.

  TITLE: Return of the Watcher; Scene 116, INT Slayer's Office

  AUTHOR: kerk hiraeth

  FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (set in the 22'verse)

  LENGTH: 1,089 words

  A/N: This is pretty much from Giles' pov; set more than twenty years after he fired by the watcher's council and at a time when he is increasingly paying the price for all those bangs on the head; not to mention his youthful indiscretions. Felt also that it was time to clue peeps in to why it is that Buffy is so personally invested in this new Slayer that I've been writing about. Finally, if there aren't enough clues into the title; go hunt down the script for Return of the Jedi and there you will find, during scene 116, my favourite exhange between Leia Organ and Han Solo.

 

     “Are you sure about this?” 
 

   He sighed.

   He was only just out of the hospital for fuck's sake; again, with his future prognosis bleaker and less optimistic than ever, but he was here; Willow having found another combination of herbs that would let him function more or less normally; which the drugs he had to take would not.

   He wanted to yell at her, “Of course not! I'm in fucking agony every time I move and think and piss, and I have to be reminded who I am and what I'm about at least five times a day, but...”

   But he pretended he was still Rupert Giles officially Head of the Watcher's Council and technically still Watcher to THE Slayer and just kept his irritation to a barely detectable level.

 

   “I am quite capable of running this place... still,” the last wasn't as under his breath as he would have liked, but Buffy seemed to miss it anyway; irritatingly checking with Olivia and Faith, which perked up his mood no end.

   Somehow he kept Ripper contained; let him loose and he'd never get her out of here. Distracted he missed a bit of their exchange; not that he could always follow what was going on on his best time.

 

   “... besides we can always play naughty secre... “ Fortunately his self-esteem by Buffy's still sometimes extant prudish streak.

 

   “I really don't want to know!

 

   Rupert found his mind fondly drifting back to the days when she saw his youthful; no self-delusion there, middle-aged self as ancient. “No... because you're old, and it's gross.

   Wickedly he wondered what she'd say if she knew just how active his and Olivia's sex life still was, even with him in a wheelchair virtually the entire time he was out of the house.

   His face must have betrayed him because Olivia flicked his ear in warning; deciding to note that for later when they were home, he leant forward.

 

   “Even you need a break once in a while Buffy; remember when you actually used to take a holiday?

   He thought to himself that the last actual break from Slayering she'd taken had been after the demise of The Master. Even this personal search, which they'd played on for weeks when she'd mooted the idea herself was a busman's holiday.

   He settled back in his chair when Olivia placed a gentle hand on his shoulder; knowing how he would be plagued later if he didn't sit properly.

   “I'll have more than enough assistance, and assistants fussing over me, every bloody moment of the day and night, which he kept to himself “so go find this new Slayer who's filling up your dreams.

 

   Lord knew she had to be important if Buffy was dreaming about her; especially talented as well if the best Slayers; demons and watchers they'd put on the task had only been able to find her after she'd been somewhere. At least now they knew where in the world she was likely headed, and a good idea why as well.

   Buffy bloody well still looked over again at Faith; privately he cursed at Olivia for persuading him to have her here as well.

   Ripper gritted his teeth while Giles watched and pretended to be calm.

   Bloody-actual-Slayer Faith just shrugged; blowing smoke out of an open window, then walked over and bloody patted him on the head before Olivia gratifying kicked her shin.

 

   “G-Man and me can keep a handle on things while you're gone and, “ fucking bitch winked at Olivia, “the Big O there can keep him happy. What'we need you for? Take a few B; you've earned it.

 

   Actually, when he reflected on it later, he had to admit he liked Faith's way of expressing that, as insulting as he found it at the time.

   Of course it wasn't really anyone's words that clinched the deal; after all Buffy's own instincts would have driven her to go in the end.

   After she'd driven everyone insane.

 

   No, it was your basic act of naked bribery that did it.

   Something metallic glittered in the sunlight as it was shaken; dangling from Faith's smoke-stained fingertips.

 

   “The bike?

   His Slayer's eyes were almost ravenous as his at the thought of riding the first bike Faith had rebuilt; almost from scratch, back at their first HQ after Sunnydale's destruction; still the official organisational HQ actually. Giles remembered being told; threatened actually, that, No man; especially a watcher, G-Man, is ever getting their ass on her.

   He'd never wanted to be a woman, so had never mentioned the idea again.

   Never stopped him dreaming about it though; once in a while.

   Faith had done a beautiful job; damned thing looked almost as it must have done when someone would have driven it out of the shop sixty, or seventy years before.

   To his Slayer's credit she actually hesitated... for all of about two seconds before almost taking the tips of Faith's fingers off. Three pairs of eyes followed her as; to them, almost in slow motion, she turned and walked out of her own office.

 

   “Wow, our General...” Faith stopped as Rupert held his hand up, grimacing at the sudden movement.

 

   “Not a jinxing word until she's on that flight to New York,” Faith muttered his own words back to him, as they turned to the window and watched Buffy; their General who, to their collective knowledge, not willingly taken an actual vacation day since college, slowly walked; seemingly talking; trying to convince herself?, aloud as she walked over to where Chao-Ahn was waiting to drive her.

   'Bike's I can trust her with; cars? Not so much,' Faith's husband had once said. Giles made a note to call Xander to tell him he'd lost his bet; wondering to how much satellite calls to the Namibian desert were likely to cost these days.

   Lowering his hand he made to say something to Faith, but she was already walking. “Don't worry, Roller Boy; I'm on it.

 

   “Fuck off,” he told her as she closed the office door behind her, politely snickering as she did so. Olivia was already there at the drinks cabinet.

 

   “Whisky?

 

   Exasperatedly, he said, “You know perfectly well...

   Stopped by the hand palm faced toward him, he had to grin when she replied, “Who said it was for you?

   Returning with a half full tumbler she hunkered down in front of him affectionately brushing his cheek with that same palm.

 

   “Leia, “ he said softly.

   She stood and stepped behind him; kissing the nape of his neck.

   “Han, “ she whispered back at him.

 


    Goddess watch over us in these dark times,

   

    Kerk Hiraeth

 

 

Donna / Woman_of_
 
  
   
  Mot et a Buffy fan early on. She's called Rhona, or Rona; forgot to ask how it was spelt. Hope she pops by the facebook page to check out the pic. 

  

  That's Leah Higgins; organiser of the march. Guy behind her is her mate Callum, who helped and the guy they're talking to, and spoke to us as well, was six years old when he lived through the Blitz in 1940. 
  Leah, btw, turned seventeen the day before. 

  

  Not sure you can see it properly, but the sign says The Patriarchy is for Dicks. One of my favourites of the day. 

  

  The only reason the orange excrescence isn't in jail is that he keeps intimidating, and buying off, his victims. Don't leave it until he's almost in his grave; prosecute the fucking ass off him while he can actually feel the punishment. 

  

  Wish I could have got a Pussy Hat, and I wish I could claim to be a Nasty Woman too; instead of just feeling like I'm stuck being a male who doesn't want to be a Man. 

  

  Colours remind me of the occasion I was at a rock club in Plymouth wearing a bright green Pakistan cricket shirt and a pair dayglo yellow cycling shorts; nothing else. In a sea of denim; black leather jackets and dresses I stood out like an overactive neon sign going BLERP! BLERP! BLERP! 

  

  As far as the eye could see behind; just as many in front of me, only I knew where the front was, and there were a good many people  beyond where my eye could see here. 

  

  We were singing We Shall Overcome hear I think. 

  Finally one I saw while on facebook this morning; from Buenos Aires. 

  


  Goddess grant us the strength to overcome, 

  

  Kerk Hiraeth 








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