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crossover_chickI have some gifts fics to pass out! First up, one for Gigs -- inspired by the fact that the latest Doctor on Doctor Who is pretty awesome, just has a rather unfortunate designation when it comes to meeting one of my Victors. . . Also that comment you left where you kept doing math instead of outright saying 13. :p
More Than Just Her Number
"So. You're--"
"Really okay with this," Forgotten Vows Victor cut in, holding up a hand. "I am, Lisa, I promise you." The hand traced a spiral in the air. "It's -- it's not her I have a problem with. From everything I've heard, she's delightful. Friendly and kind and breathing new life into the franchise. She sounds just like the sort of person I'd like to know! It's just -- it's just the slot she happened to land in that -- gives me a bit of trouble." His face scrunched up. "And it shouldn't, not after all this time, i-it's nothing but a b-bloody number and I--"
Lisa pressed her hand over his mouth. "Victor. We all get it," she said softly, wings fluttering behind her. "You don't have to beat yourself up over not liking 12+1."
Victor sighed behind her fingers, eyes drifting toward the floor. "I know," he mumbled. "I try not to. . .it's just frustrating sometimes." He picked at the knot of his tie. "I've come so far, and yet -- he shouldn't b-be able to still hurt me from beyond the grave. He shouldn't have poisoned something as simple as a number for me."
"It's not great," Lisa agreed, patting his shoulder. "But it's not like you're alone. Plenty of people avoid 5+8 like the plague. Even some architects skip from the 12th to the 14th floors when building. And nobody likes the day before Saturday the Fourteenth. You're part of a proud tradition, Victor." She shrugged. "Or, well, a proud phobia."
Victor smiled. "I guess that's true. . .and you can say the number, by the way. I'm not really frightened of it. It just--" He ran his tongue over his teeth. "Brings back bad memories."
"Just trying to be sensitive of your feelings," Lisa said. She adjusted her glasses and grinned. "Besides, it's kind of fun to think up just how many different ways I can say it without actually saying it."
Victor chuckled. "Well, far be it from me to stop your fun." He paused a moment, still picking at his tie. "Do -- do you you think she'll like me?" he asked abruptly. "I mean -- I got along all right with the previous incarnations, but. . .they're all r-really different people. And you know I don't always have the best luck with women."
"You two will get on just fine," Lisa assured him, giving him a light slap on the arm. "Remember -- this is the same lady who brought me around after the real-life variation got so pissed off about her showing up. If she can do that, she can get along with anybody."
Victor laughed again. "All right, fair enough. I am glad you gave her a fair chance in the end."
Lisa grinned, the tips of her wings shading pink. "Me too." She patted his back. "So -- am I calling her in?"
Victor took a deep breath, straightened his spine, and nodded. Lisa turned toward the door. "It's all good!"
"Okay!" The door creaked open, and a blonde head poked through. She smiled brightly as she saw Victor, giving him a wave. "Hello again, Victor!"
Victor smiled back. "Hello again, Doctor."
Next, one for the Mad Scientist -- a kind of sequel to our thread with Jon and R'luh talking to Victor, Alice, and Nibbles. I figured, once Victor and Alice got home, the rest of the family would be a bit surprised to see Nibbles in his new form. And it gave me a chance to mention how weird Pokemon are in general. :p
Level Up
"Hey, Victor, do you -- whoa!"
Marty stopped, eyeing the large terrarium that took up the far side of the room. "The heck. . . Nibbles? That you?" he asked, cautiously crossing over to the glass.
"Wei!" Nibbles scooted over to meet him, fluffing up his white fur. "Weiwei!"
"Hey. . ." Marty crouched down, looking the little Pokemon up and down. "What the heck happened to you, buddy?"
"He evolved!"
Marty looked up as Victor entered the room. "Just this afternoon," he continued, joining Marty by the side of the terrarium. "He was playing with another Pokemon, and at the end of the game -- well, this happened."
"Wild," Marty said, turning back to the glass. "So what is he now?"
"A Spewpa," Victor said, taking a green Pokeblock out of his pocket and giving it to Nibbles. "Yes, I know, I didn't come up with it," he added in response to Marty's raised eyebrow. "I think it's supposed to refer to the fact that he sprays powder to deter predators."
"Huh." Marty watched as Nibbles cheerfully went to town on the block. "Is that what all those little colored squares on him are, then?"
"Maybe? I'm not sure, really," Victor admitted, crouching down. "He hasn't tried to spray them at me, anyway."
"Guess we'll find out if another bird decides to try divebombing him. . .he looks kinda like he's wrapped up in a blanket," Marty commented, sticking his hand in the top. "You want pets, buddy?"
"Wei!" Nibbles scooted over, rubbing up against his fingers. Marty chuckled as he stroked him. "Yeah, who's a good boy. . .you're a lot softer than you were before, that's for sure."
"I noticed that myself," Victor said with a little smile. "I think it's because he's technically in his 'cocoon' stage. His next evolution is Vivillon, which is basically a large butterfly."
"Ooooh." Marty scratched Nibbles's head. "I guess that sorta makes sense. . .it's just weird, seeing him like this. He's been that little big-headed caterpillary thing for ages now."
"I know," Victor nodded. "I was starting to think he'd never evolve. It's a good thing play-fighting counts toward -- whatever it is that triggers an evolution." He shook his head. "Pokemon have weird life cycles."
"You don't have to tell me that." Marty gave Nibbles a final pat before withdrawing his hand. "Soo -- does he have to stay like this for a while? Or can you immediately start trying to make him the butterfly?"
"Well, I'm going to give him a few days to get used to his new form," Victor replied, reaching in to give Nibbles a pat of his own. "But after that, I don't see why we can't start on the next evolution. Especially since we know what to do now."
"Yeah -- want me to wrassle him?" Marty joked.
Victor laughed. "You're more than welcome to. It'll at least keep him busy while Alice and I see if we can set up a playdate with Jon and R'luh."
Third, one for Moose, who as usual gets Back To The Future fanfic involving skating in some way. I think I know you pretty well by now. :p This one's a little different, though, as it also serves as a sequel to one of my favorite early stories in the BTTF comics -- Doc getting caught in the middle of an argument between George and Lorraine, culminating in George very briefly thinking DOC'S got plans on Lorraine and getting zapped by the Static-O-Matic Hair Chair. XD If you haven't seen that story, I urge you to find it, it's freaking great.
Skater Boi
"Hey, Dr. Brown!"
"Huh?" Doc blinked as he looked up from the rows of slippers on display. "Oh, hello, George!" he said, straightening up. "Good to see you -- how are things?"
"Good," George replied with a smile. "Just looking for a new pair of skates. Winter's on its way in, and my old ones are about ready to fall apart."
"Ah -- you're a skater?" Doc asked, tilting his head.
"Yeah -- Lorraine taught me on our third date," George explained. "She's been hitting the ice ever since she was ten." He rubbed the back of his head. "It took me a while to catch up with her, but I can definitely hold my own these days. We go out every time the lake freezes over."
"Sounds like fun." Doc paused a moment, wondering how to put his next question delicately. He hated to even ask, but -- well, with the stability of the timeline still possibly in question after a certain incident in his garage. . . "Ah -- how are things between you and Lorraine?"
George blushed. "Oh, we're fine, don't worry. Watched a few movies, had a few long chats. . . I'm trying my best to not be so uptight about my writing career." He fiddled with his shirt collar. "I never meant to drive Lorraine -- or anyone else -- away. I just -- it's tough, you know, when people say it's 'just science-fiction.' Like some of the greatest literature in the world isn't sci-fi."
"You won't hear any arguments from me on that front," Doc said, relaxing. "I'm just glad I don't have to strap you back into my Static-O-Matic Hair Chair again."
George laughed, running his fingers through his dark hair. "Yeaaaah, that felt weird. . .just glad it didn't do anything to my hair that I couldn't comb out." He glanced at his feet. "I don't suppose you've invented a pair of ice skates that'll instantly make me a master at all the fancy spins?" he added with a teasing grin.
"Sorry," Doc replied, grinning back. "That would probably have to be some sort of remote control arrangement anyway. And electronics and water, even the frozen variation. . ."
"Point," George said. "How about something that'll at least stop me from turning into one big bruise every time I fall?"
"Now that sounds an easier prospect." Doc rubbed his chin. "How about. . .a jacket with an automatic inflating mechanism should you fall? It would cushion you against the ice -- and if the worst happens and you fall through, it would also serve as a handy life preserver!"
George snapped his fingers. "Oh yeah! Lorraine and I wanted to ask -- how is Marty? You said he was at college, right? Studying sailing?"
". . .uh. . ."
And finally, in a departure from the norm, I have a fic for my FF.net friend DarkCountess! Normally this gets posted as part of my tumblr set, but as tumblr is being a bit of an ass about adult content and my fic for her generally verges on the saucy. . .decided not to risk it. (They say fic is fine, but again, better to play it safe.) Nothing explicit here, though it is kinky -- we've been talking about a certain visual novel in which the villains are the worst sorts of sex maniacs, and I thought seeing a loving relationship taking a kinky turn might make a good palette cleanser.
Safe Sane and Consensual
"All right," Alice said, wrapping the rope around her hand. "Let's review. The current plan is that this scene will last about half an hour, right?"
"I guess so," Victor nodded. "I mean -- i-it's not like we're on a timer or anything. I don't mind if we r-run over."
"We haven't actually started yet -- you might end up minding," Alice told him with a gentle poke. "Though I expect you to tell me if you do. You remember the system we're using?"
"Red -- full stop, yellow -- let's slow down, green -- go for broke," Victor recited dutifully. "Just like a stoplight." He bit his lip. "Do you really think 'red' might come up?"
"Better to have it and not need it than need it and not have it," Alice responded. "Everything I've read on this subject has said safewords are absolutely essential. I know we're not doing anything too -- extreme, but I do want you to have a quick way to grab my attention in case I accidentally cut off blood to a limb."
Victor made a face. "Fair enough." He looked at his hands, twisting themselves into knots in his lap. "I -- I still can't quite believe we're doing this," he admitted softly.
"I'm having a bit of trouble believing it myself," Alice confessed. She pulled the rope taut between her hands. "This isn't the sort of thing you expect someone who was in an asylum for ten years to fall into once she's back out in society. Maybe it has something to do with me finally being on the other side of the restraints for once."
"I just never thought I'd ever confess my -- interests to anybody," Victor admitted, rubbing the back of his head. "I mean, I-I've -- I've fantasized about it ever since I was f-fifteen, but. . .for the l-longest time, I never even expected to have a girlfriend, m-much less one who. . ." He blushed and looked away. "Well. . ."
"Would throw you to the ground and have her wicked way with you?" Alice filled in, smirking as he went even pinker. "I never expected to have a boyfriend, much less one whom I'd want to do that to. I was quite content with my romance-free and sex-free life until you came along. And until I stumbled across a certain Wikipedia page and ended up spending the better part of an afternoon wrecking my Google search history." She let the rope go slack again. "Quite the surprise to discover my ladyparts don't care tuppence about other genitals, but quite enjoy someone being trussed up like a wild turkey."
Victor smiled weakly. "I guess it's a good thing I'm as awkward as a wild turkey?"
Alice gave him a playful swat. "Stop it, you. I'd rather have you over the turkey any day of the week." She leaned forward, pecking his lips. "I'm so lucky to have found you."
"Me too," Victor whispered, returning the kiss. "I love you, Alice. And I'm very much looking foward to sharing this with you."
Alice grinned and held up the rope. "All right then -- assume the position, and we'll get started. And keep your fingers crossed I can get these knots right!"
Hope you all enjoy! I'll be back with another little update later! :)
More Than Just Her Number
"So. You're--"
"Really okay with this," Forgotten Vows Victor cut in, holding up a hand. "I am, Lisa, I promise you." The hand traced a spiral in the air. "It's -- it's not her I have a problem with. From everything I've heard, she's delightful. Friendly and kind and breathing new life into the franchise. She sounds just like the sort of person I'd like to know! It's just -- it's just the slot she happened to land in that -- gives me a bit of trouble." His face scrunched up. "And it shouldn't, not after all this time, i-it's nothing but a b-bloody number and I--"
Lisa pressed her hand over his mouth. "Victor. We all get it," she said softly, wings fluttering behind her. "You don't have to beat yourself up over not liking 12+1."
Victor sighed behind her fingers, eyes drifting toward the floor. "I know," he mumbled. "I try not to. . .it's just frustrating sometimes." He picked at the knot of his tie. "I've come so far, and yet -- he shouldn't b-be able to still hurt me from beyond the grave. He shouldn't have poisoned something as simple as a number for me."
"It's not great," Lisa agreed, patting his shoulder. "But it's not like you're alone. Plenty of people avoid 5+8 like the plague. Even some architects skip from the 12th to the 14th floors when building. And nobody likes the day before Saturday the Fourteenth. You're part of a proud tradition, Victor." She shrugged. "Or, well, a proud phobia."
Victor smiled. "I guess that's true. . .and you can say the number, by the way. I'm not really frightened of it. It just--" He ran his tongue over his teeth. "Brings back bad memories."
"Just trying to be sensitive of your feelings," Lisa said. She adjusted her glasses and grinned. "Besides, it's kind of fun to think up just how many different ways I can say it without actually saying it."
Victor chuckled. "Well, far be it from me to stop your fun." He paused a moment, still picking at his tie. "Do -- do you you think she'll like me?" he asked abruptly. "I mean -- I got along all right with the previous incarnations, but. . .they're all r-really different people. And you know I don't always have the best luck with women."
"You two will get on just fine," Lisa assured him, giving him a light slap on the arm. "Remember -- this is the same lady who brought me around after the real-life variation got so pissed off about her showing up. If she can do that, she can get along with anybody."
Victor laughed again. "All right, fair enough. I am glad you gave her a fair chance in the end."
Lisa grinned, the tips of her wings shading pink. "Me too." She patted his back. "So -- am I calling her in?"
Victor took a deep breath, straightened his spine, and nodded. Lisa turned toward the door. "It's all good!"
"Okay!" The door creaked open, and a blonde head poked through. She smiled brightly as she saw Victor, giving him a wave. "Hello again, Victor!"
Victor smiled back. "Hello again, Doctor."
Next, one for the Mad Scientist -- a kind of sequel to our thread with Jon and R'luh talking to Victor, Alice, and Nibbles. I figured, once Victor and Alice got home, the rest of the family would be a bit surprised to see Nibbles in his new form. And it gave me a chance to mention how weird Pokemon are in general. :p
Level Up
"Hey, Victor, do you -- whoa!"
Marty stopped, eyeing the large terrarium that took up the far side of the room. "The heck. . . Nibbles? That you?" he asked, cautiously crossing over to the glass.
"Wei!" Nibbles scooted over to meet him, fluffing up his white fur. "Weiwei!"
"Hey. . ." Marty crouched down, looking the little Pokemon up and down. "What the heck happened to you, buddy?"
"He evolved!"
Marty looked up as Victor entered the room. "Just this afternoon," he continued, joining Marty by the side of the terrarium. "He was playing with another Pokemon, and at the end of the game -- well, this happened."
"Wild," Marty said, turning back to the glass. "So what is he now?"
"A Spewpa," Victor said, taking a green Pokeblock out of his pocket and giving it to Nibbles. "Yes, I know, I didn't come up with it," he added in response to Marty's raised eyebrow. "I think it's supposed to refer to the fact that he sprays powder to deter predators."
"Huh." Marty watched as Nibbles cheerfully went to town on the block. "Is that what all those little colored squares on him are, then?"
"Maybe? I'm not sure, really," Victor admitted, crouching down. "He hasn't tried to spray them at me, anyway."
"Guess we'll find out if another bird decides to try divebombing him. . .he looks kinda like he's wrapped up in a blanket," Marty commented, sticking his hand in the top. "You want pets, buddy?"
"Wei!" Nibbles scooted over, rubbing up against his fingers. Marty chuckled as he stroked him. "Yeah, who's a good boy. . .you're a lot softer than you were before, that's for sure."
"I noticed that myself," Victor said with a little smile. "I think it's because he's technically in his 'cocoon' stage. His next evolution is Vivillon, which is basically a large butterfly."
"Ooooh." Marty scratched Nibbles's head. "I guess that sorta makes sense. . .it's just weird, seeing him like this. He's been that little big-headed caterpillary thing for ages now."
"I know," Victor nodded. "I was starting to think he'd never evolve. It's a good thing play-fighting counts toward -- whatever it is that triggers an evolution." He shook his head. "Pokemon have weird life cycles."
"You don't have to tell me that." Marty gave Nibbles a final pat before withdrawing his hand. "Soo -- does he have to stay like this for a while? Or can you immediately start trying to make him the butterfly?"
"Well, I'm going to give him a few days to get used to his new form," Victor replied, reaching in to give Nibbles a pat of his own. "But after that, I don't see why we can't start on the next evolution. Especially since we know what to do now."
"Yeah -- want me to wrassle him?" Marty joked.
Victor laughed. "You're more than welcome to. It'll at least keep him busy while Alice and I see if we can set up a playdate with Jon and R'luh."
Third, one for Moose, who as usual gets Back To The Future fanfic involving skating in some way. I think I know you pretty well by now. :p This one's a little different, though, as it also serves as a sequel to one of my favorite early stories in the BTTF comics -- Doc getting caught in the middle of an argument between George and Lorraine, culminating in George very briefly thinking DOC'S got plans on Lorraine and getting zapped by the Static-O-Matic Hair Chair. XD If you haven't seen that story, I urge you to find it, it's freaking great.
Skater Boi
"Hey, Dr. Brown!"
"Huh?" Doc blinked as he looked up from the rows of slippers on display. "Oh, hello, George!" he said, straightening up. "Good to see you -- how are things?"
"Good," George replied with a smile. "Just looking for a new pair of skates. Winter's on its way in, and my old ones are about ready to fall apart."
"Ah -- you're a skater?" Doc asked, tilting his head.
"Yeah -- Lorraine taught me on our third date," George explained. "She's been hitting the ice ever since she was ten." He rubbed the back of his head. "It took me a while to catch up with her, but I can definitely hold my own these days. We go out every time the lake freezes over."
"Sounds like fun." Doc paused a moment, wondering how to put his next question delicately. He hated to even ask, but -- well, with the stability of the timeline still possibly in question after a certain incident in his garage. . . "Ah -- how are things between you and Lorraine?"
George blushed. "Oh, we're fine, don't worry. Watched a few movies, had a few long chats. . . I'm trying my best to not be so uptight about my writing career." He fiddled with his shirt collar. "I never meant to drive Lorraine -- or anyone else -- away. I just -- it's tough, you know, when people say it's 'just science-fiction.' Like some of the greatest literature in the world isn't sci-fi."
"You won't hear any arguments from me on that front," Doc said, relaxing. "I'm just glad I don't have to strap you back into my Static-O-Matic Hair Chair again."
George laughed, running his fingers through his dark hair. "Yeaaaah, that felt weird. . .just glad it didn't do anything to my hair that I couldn't comb out." He glanced at his feet. "I don't suppose you've invented a pair of ice skates that'll instantly make me a master at all the fancy spins?" he added with a teasing grin.
"Sorry," Doc replied, grinning back. "That would probably have to be some sort of remote control arrangement anyway. And electronics and water, even the frozen variation. . ."
"Point," George said. "How about something that'll at least stop me from turning into one big bruise every time I fall?"
"Now that sounds an easier prospect." Doc rubbed his chin. "How about. . .a jacket with an automatic inflating mechanism should you fall? It would cushion you against the ice -- and if the worst happens and you fall through, it would also serve as a handy life preserver!"
George snapped his fingers. "Oh yeah! Lorraine and I wanted to ask -- how is Marty? You said he was at college, right? Studying sailing?"
". . .uh. . ."
And finally, in a departure from the norm, I have a fic for my FF.net friend DarkCountess! Normally this gets posted as part of my tumblr set, but as tumblr is being a bit of an ass about adult content and my fic for her generally verges on the saucy. . .decided not to risk it. (They say fic is fine, but again, better to play it safe.) Nothing explicit here, though it is kinky -- we've been talking about a certain visual novel in which the villains are the worst sorts of sex maniacs, and I thought seeing a loving relationship taking a kinky turn might make a good palette cleanser.
Safe Sane and Consensual
"All right," Alice said, wrapping the rope around her hand. "Let's review. The current plan is that this scene will last about half an hour, right?"
"I guess so," Victor nodded. "I mean -- i-it's not like we're on a timer or anything. I don't mind if we r-run over."
"We haven't actually started yet -- you might end up minding," Alice told him with a gentle poke. "Though I expect you to tell me if you do. You remember the system we're using?"
"Red -- full stop, yellow -- let's slow down, green -- go for broke," Victor recited dutifully. "Just like a stoplight." He bit his lip. "Do you really think 'red' might come up?"
"Better to have it and not need it than need it and not have it," Alice responded. "Everything I've read on this subject has said safewords are absolutely essential. I know we're not doing anything too -- extreme, but I do want you to have a quick way to grab my attention in case I accidentally cut off blood to a limb."
Victor made a face. "Fair enough." He looked at his hands, twisting themselves into knots in his lap. "I -- I still can't quite believe we're doing this," he admitted softly.
"I'm having a bit of trouble believing it myself," Alice confessed. She pulled the rope taut between her hands. "This isn't the sort of thing you expect someone who was in an asylum for ten years to fall into once she's back out in society. Maybe it has something to do with me finally being on the other side of the restraints for once."
"I just never thought I'd ever confess my -- interests to anybody," Victor admitted, rubbing the back of his head. "I mean, I-I've -- I've fantasized about it ever since I was f-fifteen, but. . .for the l-longest time, I never even expected to have a girlfriend, m-much less one who. . ." He blushed and looked away. "Well. . ."
"Would throw you to the ground and have her wicked way with you?" Alice filled in, smirking as he went even pinker. "I never expected to have a boyfriend, much less one whom I'd want to do that to. I was quite content with my romance-free and sex-free life until you came along. And until I stumbled across a certain Wikipedia page and ended up spending the better part of an afternoon wrecking my Google search history." She let the rope go slack again. "Quite the surprise to discover my ladyparts don't care tuppence about other genitals, but quite enjoy someone being trussed up like a wild turkey."
Victor smiled weakly. "I guess it's a good thing I'm as awkward as a wild turkey?"
Alice gave him a playful swat. "Stop it, you. I'd rather have you over the turkey any day of the week." She leaned forward, pecking his lips. "I'm so lucky to have found you."
"Me too," Victor whispered, returning the kiss. "I love you, Alice. And I'm very much looking foward to sharing this with you."
Alice grinned and held up the rope. "All right then -- assume the position, and we'll get started. And keep your fingers crossed I can get these knots right!"
Hope you all enjoy! I'll be back with another little update later! :)
