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Didn't Leave Nobody [Kaylee, Wash/Zoe]

Fri, 26 Oct 2007 15:33:59 GMT

Title: Didn't Leave Nobody
Author: digopheliadug
Characters: Kaylee, Wash/Zoe
Timeline: Post-Heart of Gold
Summary: Kaylee gives Wash some advice
Rating: G

A/N: So I apparently started this fic last winter break and totally forgot about it. So I finished it up and, presented for your reading pleasure... my first Firefly fic!

Life is too damn short for ifs and maybes.

It’s something she’d heard from Mal. Aw hell, if she was being honest, it was something she’d eavesdropped on. It weren’t her fault that she was just... invested in the relationship between the captain and Inara – she loved ‘em both, Inara as her best friend and the captain as a slightly dense older brother who needed a lot of looking after (sort of like how River thought of Simon, she reckoned). Kaylee overheard a lot aboard Serenity, since she was just so damned curious ‘bout how the crew, her family, was doing.

Life is too damn short for ifs and maybes? That seemed to be what Zoe thought. All the crew had special places in Kaylee’s heart, but of Zoe and Wash, she weren’t gonna lie and say she couldn’t pick a favorite – Wash by a landslide. He could always make her laugh. But Kaylee sure saw Zoe’s heart break when Wash said he didn’t want to have a baby with her. And Kaylee wondered if Zoe weren’t doubting her own self, maybe, and her relationship with Wash.

Zoe was, as Wash liked to smilingly say when he’d had a bit too much engine wine, a warrior woman. Usually, Kaylee thought Zoe could take care of herself, and she surely didn’t think Wash would be the one to hurt her. But Kaylee sure saw Zoe was hurting, and Kaylee didn’t like to see nobody hurt.

“Wash?” Kaylee called, knocking on the doorframe as she entered the bridge. He sat alone at the controls, staring right pensively out into the black.

“Hello, Miss Kaylee,”

“I think you and Zoe should have you a baby. Life’s too damn short for ifs and maybes.”

Tue, 06 Jun 2006 05:23:25 GMT

I've been iconing the Buffy ep 'Forever' (I'll be done in a few days, probably), and it inspired a romantic Buffy/Angel vignette. I would love to make it into a series, but if I've discovered anything in the course of my endeavors in the world of fanfic, it's that I don't have the discipline to complete a series. Maybe I'll write a sequel or something if people like it.

Buffy the Vampire Slayer and related characters belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. Dialogue from the episode ‘Forever’ is included in this piece. ‘Forever’ is written by Marti Noxon.

He arrived after my mother’s funeral. I’d been worried, irrationally, that he wouldn’t come. Of course he came. My angel. My Angel.

“I'm sorry. I couldn't come sooner,” he says.

Of course he couldn’t. The sun. I hadn’t even thought. “It’s okay,” I reply. “I’m just glad you’re here.”

We sit in the cemetery, our backs against a gravestone, just like we used to sit when we patrolled together, and he was still here all the time. He doesn’t try to make conversation, for which I’m grateful. He’s never been chatty.

“The funeral was,” I begin, with a sigh, “It was brutal, but it's tomorrow that I'm worried about.”

“What's tomorrow?” he asks.

“That's exactly what I don't know.” I’m so scared. I’ve lost people before. I’ve even lost Angel. I could deal, eventually. But Mom has always been there in the end, picking up the pieces. Who’s supposed to pick up my pieces now?

“Look, it's okay,” he replies. I see that we’ve been talking to each other without my noticing. As my mind went a mile a minute with terrifying thoughts, I had spilled out all my fears to him. “I know you don't feel like it now,” he continues, “but you are strong, Buffy. You're gonna figure this out. And you have people to help you. You don't have to do this alone.”

“It's gonna be light soon,” I say, reluctantly. I want to believe that he’ll be here to help me. My father didn’t even come to the funeral. Giles can only do so much. My friends are kind but misguided, mostly. Tara’s been a comfort, somewhat, but I don’t know her well enough to truly be comfortable. But Angel left me. He went to Los Angeles and made a whole new life without me. He can only mean that I’ll have Giles and my friends.

“I can stay in town as long as you want me,” he says.

How long will I want you, Angel? “How's forever? Does forever work for you?”

“Forever works for me,” he replies, and kisses me.

Fri, 02 Dec 2005 06:44:05 GMT

I'm going to do a friends-cut. Please, no one be offended. I'm sort of obsessive about keeping computer things tidy (not IRL things, though, no siree). I'm likely to cut you if you don't update, the stuff you post doesn't interest me, or you tend to put the same things that you post in your personal jornal that you post in communities I frequent.

Draco/Parvati

Mon, 14 Nov 2005 07:30:52 GMT

An untitled Draco/Parvati ficlet, written while I was putting off my homework (with a tiny Harry/Pansy reference for my friends on the S.S. Unimaginable Love II)...

Summary: Harry reflects on Parvati's relationship with Draco Malfoy
Notes: This fic is un-betaed, so don't blame hermionewithdarkhair. Any errors are mine!

Sometimes he wondered what Malfoy and Parvati found to talk about. Did they spend their time in a constant argument over who was prettier? At this thought, Harry laughed to himself. But it was only natural that Malfoy, who had the best of everything, would want Parvati, the most beautiful girl in their year, as his girlfriend. What still mystified Harry was why Parvati was with Malofy. There were plenty of nice Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff boys who’d be happy to take her out. And Harry had seen plenty of his housemates, even those in the years above them, looking appreciatively at her. What was it that she saw in Draco Malfoy that she didn’t see in anyone else?

And sometimes Harry wondered if he would have the courage to do what the two of them did. In spite of the generations of bad blood between Slytherin and Gryffidor, Draco Malfoy and Parvati Patil had managed to have a very public relationship for the past year. And although Lucius and Narcissa would probably never accept Parvati, Draco Malfoy had supposedly spent several weeks with the Patils this summer. Harry wondered, if he found himself attracted to Pansy Parkinson, he would be able to do what Malfoy had done – walk straight across the great hall, past members of his rival house hurling insults at him, and ask her to Hogsmeade. And Harry Potter, one of the most famous and powerful wizards in all of Great Britain, was not sure.

Quidditch Training (02/11)

Sun, 06 Nov 2005 02:13:15 GMT

Title: Quidditch Training (02/11)
Author: digopheliadug
Pairing: Oliver/Angelina
Rating: PG-13 for implied sexuality and language
Summary: Angelina arrives at Gilbertfield Castle and begins to talk strategy with Oliver, learning a bit more about him in the process.

Thanks to hermionewithdarkhair from FictionAlley Park for the beta.

Chapter 1

Angelina blinked into existence in front of Gilbertfield Castle. She had recently learned to apparate, and her apparition was as precise as she was. She appeared facing the front door, her broom over her shoulder and the handle of her feather-light trunk in the other hand. She knocked on the door, and was surprised to see Oliver himself opening it.

“Hullo, Angelina!” he exclaimed, throwing an arm around her shoulder and pulling her and her effects into the foyer.

“Hi, Oliver,” said Angelina, shrugging off his arm. “Don’t you have house elves to answer the door in a place as big as this?”

“We used to have one – Hilda – but she was getting old, so Mum and Da brought her back to our house in the city proper. They’re just old softies, really. The house in the city is much smaller and in better repair, so Hilda doesn’t have as much to do there. So I stumble around this drafty old place by myself, although the grounds are lovely for Quidditch. I’m glad I could get the team to come out for the summer.”

“Yes, they’re very excited, too,” she replied, a trace of resentment in her voice.

“Oh, Angie, don’t be sore that they wanted to train with me. You’ll have them to yourself for a whole year.”

“I’d thank you not to call me Angie, Ollie.”

Oliver coughed. “Right, of course, sorry. Your room?”

Oliver slung her trunk over his shoulder and climbed the stairs to the second floor. Angelina followed him, admiring the castle that he had termed a “drafty old place.” Angelina was Muggleborn, and the only castle with which she had significant experience was Hogwarts. She was used to that after six years, but it still astounded her that one family – or in this case, one person – could possibly make use of so much space.

The pair climbed another set of stairs after the first, and upon reaching the third floor, Oliver stopped. Opening a heavy wooden door banded with iron, he waved Angelina in.

“Your room, Angelina.”

Angelina stepped in, and Oliver set her trunk down on the floor.

“The rest of the team won’t be here until after dinner. I thought we could have a working meal, talk strategy,” he said.

Angelina nodded.

* * *

She met Oliver in one of the large first floor rooms. It was equipped with a long table that was, at that moment, set with a bowl of bread and a soup tureen, and covered besides with playbooks and other Quidditch paraphernalia. A fire blazed in the hearth at the end of the narrow room, and the masonry walls were covered with chalked diagrams of the Quidditch pitch, crisscrossed with x’s and o’s. Oliver had apparently already been at work.

“I have a lot of ideas,” he said, gesturing at the diagrams. “I’ve learned so much working with Puddlemere. But obviously, if you have other ideas, feel free to – “

“I will, thank you,” Angelina cut in. “I have definite plans for the year. I want to base the strategy largely around the chaser line. I think all of our previous focus on the seeker put too much pressure on Harry and left us vulnerable when he was out of the picture, which seems to happen a lot – ”

“Angelina! I respect that you don’t agree with the way I set up the team in the past, but at least let me voice some ideas. I’m playing with a professional team now!”

“Yeah, in reserves,” Angelina muttered.

“What was that, Angie?”

“Damn it, Oliver, that was just too – ”

Angelina and Oliver were distracted at that moment by a ‘pop’ from the edge of the room as Harry emerged from the fireplace. Unwilling to continue the argument in front of the seeker, Angelina was relegated to staring furiously but silently at Oliver.

“Fred and George are right behind me,” said Harry, brushing himself off and stepping out of the way, dragging his trunk along. This proved to be a good move, as George – or was it Fred? – barreled through the fireplace right behind Harry. He was followed swiftly by the other twin who, true to his showy nature, somersaulted out of the fireplace and struck a pose.

“Angelina, darling,” said Fred (or possibly George), approaching her and slinging an arm around her shoulder, “I hope you weren’t too terribly lonely here with just old Oliver for company. Are Katie and Alicia here yet?”

“No, not yet. And I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t glad to see you boys,” she sniffed in Oliver’s direction. “Ollie, maybe you should help them to their rooms.”

Oliver cast one more livid glance at Angelina, then led Harry and the twins to the stairs.

Quidditch Training (01/11)

Tue, 01 Nov 2005 19:20:22 GMT

In going with Paul's suggestion, here's the first chapter of Quidditch Training, right here, under a cut.

Title: Quidditch Training (01/11)
Author: digopheliadug
Pairing: Oliver/Angelina
Rating: PG-13 for implied sexuality and language
Summary: Oliver Wood, fresh from his first season on the Puddlemere United reserve team, takes a month to help train the Gryffindor team and it’s new captain, Angelina Johnson.

Thanks to hermionewithdarkhair from FictionAlley Park for the beta.

Angelina Johnson was livid.

It had been bad enough when Oliver Wood was captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team – bossing everybody about, not listening to Angelina’s perfectly reasonable suggestions. But now that Oliver had been gone from Hogwarts for a year and Angelina herself was poised to captain the team, his interference was unacceptable.

“Absolutely not,” she told Oliver. Or rather, she said it to Oliver’s head as it appeared in the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room during final exam week. Angelina sat in one of the cozy armchairs. It wasn’t particularly late, and Angelina’s best friends and fellow Quidditch players, Alicia and Katie, were still awake, sitting a few feet away with their books open in front of them, obviously eavesdropping.

“Why not?” Katie asked, dropping all pretense of reading.

“Because I am the captain,” Angelina spat, “and I want to train the team as I see fit. I do not want any interference. No, Oliver, you cannot help train the team this summer.”

“Honestly, Angie,” Oliver said. Angelina made a face – she loathed being called Angie. “Don’t think that I won’t give you as much control as you want,” Oliver continued, ignoring Angelina’s murderous look. “I only want to help, see how the team has grown and changed…” Oliver trailed off. Angelina, of course, refused to believe that he would yield any control in terms of Quidditch, but she knew that Katie and Alicia, who were good players but had little head for strategy, had soft spots for Oliver because they thought he was cute.

“Please, Angelina, please?” wheedled Katie.

“Angel, please? It would be so much fun, and it will only bring the team closer!” Alicia added. Angelina didn’t mind being called Angel as much as Angie, but only Alicia or Katie could get away with even that.

“Fine,” she conceded, throwing up her hands. Maybe a few weeks with Oliver would remind her best friends why they used to spend every night after practice complaining about him. “I’m only the captain, after all, why on earth should you listen to me?”

“Thank you!” squealed the girls, pulling Angelina to them in an embrace. Oliver smiled from the fireplace.

“Have you found a keeper for next year yet?” he asked.

“We’ll be holding try-outs at the beginning of the term. I wanted to hold off until we heard whether or not they’d do something silly like cancel another year of Quidditch,” Angelina replied.

“They won’t, right? I mean, Dumbledore’s said by now?” Oliver asked.

“Of course I’ve asked him, and he’s told me that as far as he can see, there’s no reason not to reinstate the Quidditch teams next year. That’s why McGonagall __ appointed me captain.”

“All right, then. I trust you’ll let Harry and the Weasleys know, and I’ll see you all at Gilbertfield in two weeks?”

“Yes, Oliver,” Angelina sighed, resigning herself to another month of Quidditch training under Oliver Wood.

Chapter 2: Castle On a Cloud

A/N:
- This story is slightly AU, as Harry won't be spending his entire summer at Privet Drive. Let’s just say he returns there after Qudditch training.
- Gilbertfield Castle is a ruined castle in Scotland near Glasgow, where Oliver is from. It has spells on it similar to those on Hogwarts, which cause it to appear as a ruin.

My Icon Community

Thu, 21 Jul 2005 12:58:40 GMT

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New Account

Wed, 08 Jun 2005 22:44:09 GMT

So, I figured I needed a non-vegan livejournal name, now that I'm not vegan anymore. In case you're wondering, this username is taken from the Rasputina song Dig Ophelia. I will pretty much be abandoning vegan4vampires to post here, so please add this account. Thanks. My new AIM screenname is digopheliadug88.

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