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blue_bells ([personal profile] blue_bells) wrote2011-08-18 08:49 pm
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Off Topic += An update, a meme, and another big bang plug

It's been an age since I posted here, but after the six month marathon of my last (and first!) big bang, I really needed a break and I thought I'd spare you the spam of my recovery.

(Television. Food. Work. More food. Oh, and hey, I actually made it out to the cinema once or twice! Then there was food.)

So, of course I've been editing stories for a bunch of people instead. I don't seem to understand the meaning of breaks. ^^;

I still intend to get Somewhere to Begin on to A03, DW, and an ePub format, and I will get to that as soon as I can. If you've been waiting for any of those, I really appreciate your patience. If you're ever curious what I'm up to, you can peek into my twitter account and witness the madness; and say 'hi'! I don't bite!

In the meantime have a meme, borrowed from my entire flist:


Pick one of my fics, and I'll give you three details that didn't make it into the fic. Background canon, deleted scenes, or a look into the future. My choice, but if you have a specific question you can ask it in your request.


And a plug for one of my favourite new shows that's doing exceptionally well for a baby fandom. Suits has a big bang and sign ups close September 10! I'm exercising control and advertising only, for a change:




Hope this finds you all doing well, my lovelies! ♥

[identity profile] ladyknightanka.livejournal.com 2011-08-18 05:24 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm exercising control and advertising only, for a change.

Are you trying to tell me something? Haha, JK! Of course I pick the breathtaking roller-coaster ride that is Somewhere to Begin. ♥

[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_bluebells/ 2011-08-21 11:29 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, honey, you were the good one among the two of us. Before I'd even finished Somewhere to Begin, I'd committed to [livejournal.com profile] xmenbigbang and now [livejournal.com profile] spnreversebang. NaNoWriMo may not be happening this year with all the work I set out for myself, but there's always next time. ^^;

The concept of your Suits Big Bang sounds exciting and I wish you all the best of luck with writing it!

So, on to this brainchild that was entirely your fault (and for that, I love you).

1) Everyone loved Gabriel, but he, Raphael, and Uriel were their own 'trinity' before Gabriel broke with Heaven. Raphael has never forgiven Gabriel for abandoning the Host, and them more personally. Raphael settled for the ceasefire out of love and deference to Michael, but she still hadn't reconciled with her brothers by the time of the events in Somewhere to Begin. She's on better terms with Castiel than any of them, which is mostly thanks to Balthazar and his refreshing irreverence. Balthazar, at first, reminded her of Gabriel before she started seeing him without the shadow of what she used to have.

2) Michael returned to the past when Gabriel confirmed their present Adam had gone back. Michael found Adam a wreck in the latest broken motel room. Michael almost convinced him to forget everything and run with him, but more than his own fear that the decision would unravel the timeline, them along with it, Adam was in too deep to abandon his brothers. Adam refuses the sword Michael tries to give him (because he didn't have it the first time, either), they swear to hold their silence of Michael's visit and, in the end, manage to say goodbye.

3) And guess what? You gave me the perfect excuse to write that schmoopy future moment in time. <3

The apartment is dark when Adam turns the key in the door. He’s been at the university library for the last ten hours without a break, he can barely see straight, and he’s too exhausted to eat, though he’s so hungry he considers chewing off the arm of the couch when he drops his books and collapses face down into its cushions.

Adam feels like he could sleep for weeks. Maybe he can after the final exam tomorrow.

There’s a series of missed calls on his phone from Sam and Dean and the exhausted tension in his chest winds tighter. He hopes nothing’s wrong because his medkit is low on supplies and he doesn’t trust that he could even stand at the moment.

But if he could face down Raphael with a broken leg, dislocated shoulder, and a concussion that had seriously messed with his aim, he could check his fucking voicemail.

The numbers and letters blur on the screen, but he manages to dial the right codes before hitting the ‘speaker’ button. He then makes the mistake of closing his eyes as he settles down to listen.

“Hey, it’s me!” Gabriel’s bright voice makes him chuckle into the cushion. He can hear Sam asking for the phone back and catches the tail of Lucifer’s quiet laughter. “Just calling to wish you luck for tomorrow, kid. When are you coming to visit us-?”

The voice in the next message surprises him: Raphael.

“Michael asked me to check your wards today and they were again weathered beyond usefulness. I don’t understand how you’re still alive. You owe me three pints of blood.”

Looks like it was time to bribe Balthazar again, but Adam was going to worry about that after the final tomorrow when the world and its dramas could continue. Annoyance twists through the tension in his chest, because if Michael sent Raphael it mean he wasn’t coming, but then the next message begins and Dean’s smooth, familiar timbre settles a calm over him as sure as his brother’s hand on his shoulder.

“Hey. We still good for Friday? I’ll call you when we’re close, but me and Cas should get there in the afternoon….”

The next time Adam grows aware, he’s startled out of a heavy, dreamless sleep by a weight settling behind him over his hips. Reflex kicks in and he whips the gun out from under the cushions. The butt of his gun hits bone, the visitor grunts, and Adam deflates.

He twists around and Michael frowns down at him.

“That’s not the welcome I was hoping for.” Michael rubs his cheekbone, though Adam knows the archangel would have barely registered the blow.

[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_bluebells/ 2011-08-21 11:31 am (UTC)(link)
It’s what you get for sitting on part-time hunters trying to catch their beauty sleep, he almost says, but his throat is dry, the adrenaline’s fading fast, and he’s even more tired than before.

“Sorry.” He yawns and turns onto his back, already reaching for the archangel.

Michael settles along his side and Adam tucks in against his shoulder with a sigh of relief he’s been holding back all day. He feels light-headed at the scents on Michael’s clothes of clouds, ozone, and the sharp cold of winds at terminal velocity. Adam slides a hand under his shirt to feel the warm, familiar lines of the muscles along his waist and stomach. Is it his imagination, or does Michael feel thinner than before?

On the pillow of Michael’s arm, Adam looks up into his face and he’s surprised that Michael’s expression has turned as weary as Adam feels.

“How was work?” Adam hazards to ask and Michael almost rolls his eyes. It makes him smile.

“Heaven is glorious.”

“That much fun, huh?”

“Are you ready for tomorrow?”

It’s Adam’s turn to roll his eyes. He’s had enough of studying. Come hell or high water, it will be over in twenty-four hours; he’s done everything he can. He tries to remind himself that he survived two apocalypses, but if he wasn’t so exhausted, his gut would still be churning.

He huffs out a breath and rolls onto his back, letting his eyes slide shut.

“I’m glad you’re here,” Adam says, pulling Michael’s arm across his waist. Just a few years ago Michael would have been the last person Adam sought for any comfort, but today is now, he hasn’t seen Michael in a week and it’s the best surprise.

Michael’s fingers curl against his side and Adam smiles at the kiss that nuzzles into his hair, then brushes his temple; the archangel’s wordless relief of Me, too. Adam turns his face up and catches Michael’s mouth, his entire body humming warm with pleasure because Michael is here, sprawled along Adam’s couch, and if Adam feels deliriously happy it’s not just that he’s faint with hunger. He doesn’t need anything else but this.

This and the brown paper bag that Michael suddenly lofts by his ear, wafting flavours that make Adam’s mouth water.

“I brought dinner. It’s closer to a midnight snack, but… here.”

“I already love you, you don’t have to buy me with dinner,” Adam jokes, but grabs the bag anyway, and Michael laughs as they sit up. The archangel wraps his arms around Adam’s waist from behind, propping his chin on Adam’s shoulder, and Adam attacks the burger with a groan of relish.

“I know,” Michael says, and Adam loves the sound of the smile in his voice.

[identity profile] ladyknightanka.livejournal.com 2011-08-22 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
I love you, too. ♥ Best of luck on XBB. NaNo will be there to accept you with open arms, afterward. ♥

I actually did see the bitterness that you mentioned Raphael feeling, toward both Gabriel and Lucifer. One aspect of your BB that I love so much is the devotion to every single character, to do justice to them all, and you definitely achieved that – plus more! Also, I initially thought of Bal as Gabriel and Crowley's lovechild. Is that weird? The point is, I can definitely see him reminding Raphael of Gabriel.

Agh, my heart breaks whenever I read about the warring past, but StB is all about fighting through the darkness to reach the light, after getting the barest glimpses of it, and I'm so happy the boys made it through.

I really, really, REALLY love you! This is such a sweet moment, a brief respite from the insanity in both of their lives. I have an unexplainable love for Adam going back to school and it's adorable that he has so many people to call him and worry. I think Raphael's message was my favorite, as blunt as she is, and it seems even she cares – at least about what makes Michael happy, if nothing else. AND IT HAS COUCHSNUGGLING! WHAT EVEN??? ARE YOU TRYING TO BREAK MY BRAIN???

*snuggles* You're the best.

[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_bluebells/ 2011-08-22 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you so much, love, I'm immensely relieved all the hard work with the cast of thousands paid off for you. I learned my lesson: there's a direct relation between the number of characters and the scope of plot on word count. Sounds straight-forward, but tough to discipline. I'll tell you a secret: I cut approx 12k from the final version that just didn't fit, including that original ending you saw. XD

I'm glad they all made it through, too, it was selfish of me, but after all the trials I wasn't willing to leave everything in pieces for this story. /guilty indulgence

Aw, I get bold, underlined, and italicised love! (BB in-jokes, may you never grow old. ♥) Couch-snuggling! <3333 You've no idea how hard it was in the last two months before posting when this was all I wanted to write. Thank you for giving me the excuse to come back and close this chapter, I'm so happy you enjoyed it. All the love, sweetheart! ♥

[identity profile] ladyknightanka.livejournal.com 2011-08-22 06:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Ahh, interesting! Well, despite all the difficulty, it wrapped up into something wonderful. I won't even say 'in my opinion' because it feels like a universal fact to me. ♥

Also, I didn't even realize that! Adam has been living in my head way too long, but at least it's not grab-whatever-I-can-find-and-beat-you-with-it-ineffectually!love, although that has it's own merits, at times. XDD

♥♥♥