Bite Sized Bits of Fic

Star Trek Lower Decks, Lt. Shaxs + any, learning to talk about life on Bajor

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Q-Force, Twink + Stat, "What a drag!" "Thank you!"

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Dogs In Space, author's choice, "Who's a Good boi/girl?"

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The Orville, Isaac + any, "Hey, do androids dream of electric sheep?"

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Derry Girls, ensemble, visiting Newgrange

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Sweet Valley High, Jessica Wakefield, white lies

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Turning Red, Ming Lee, having bigger problems

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Ms. Marvel (2022), Kamala Khan, realizing she's in over her head

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Night World, any, There is magic all around you / If I do say so myself / I have known this much longer than I've know you (Stevie Nicks)

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“There is magic all around you,” Ash said, gesturing grandly. “If I do say so myself.”

“I have known this much longer than I’ve known you.” David resisted the urge to roll his eyes, because Ash Redfern was somehow sort of Gillian’s cousin, and meeting the family was a big deal.

Especially if the family was vampires. Vampires who could have kids with other vampires or, apparently, even humans.

And witches.

Which Gillian was. She was also David’s soulmate, and he still wasn’t a hundred percent sure what that entailed.

It did include him being part of a super cool soulmates club, which included Cousin Ash and his girlfriend, who was a human. So David followed Ash through the massive mansion - on the outskirts of Las Vegas, belonging to a man who had a French-sounding name and looked seventeen years old but was apparently thousands of years old.

“Gillian can do basic magic,” David said. “Um. Since you’re cousins, can you also do magic?”

“Vampires can’t do witch-magic,” Ash said. He turned and smiled at David, and alarm skittered down David’s spine. “But we do have magic of our own, like telepathy, and - other things.”

Ash’s blue eyes turned violet - no, gray - no, green - no, amber - no, black -

David’s head swam.

Where was he? What was going on?

“Stop it,” a girl said, and David was jolted out of his dizzy spell.

The girl standing in front of David had long, sleek blond hair and eyes the color of forget-me-nots, and there was something in her delicate features that reminded David of Gillian.

Was she also a cousin?

“Hi, I’m Iliana Harman. Party’s this way! Ignore Cousin Ash. He knows better than to try to hypnotize someone he’s not feeding off of.” She beamed.

David blinked at Ash, who smiled at him, lazy as a cat that had just had the canary, and let Iliana drag him down a long hallway and through a massive library and out onto a sprawling back patio where there was chairs and tables and music and -

And a boy dressed as a medieval prince who’d just blasted a boulder to smithereens with blue fire shooting out of his hand.

David swore and hit the deck.

“I wish you wouldn’t do that,” a girl said, stepping up to the boy and inspecting his hand, which had a gash across the palm.

“I need to train,” the boy said. “The battle is coming.”

“Stop scaring the new kids,” Ash said, strolling onto the patio with a plate of nachos in hand. “Iliana, you skipped the food. Humans need food.”

“Witches need food too,” Iliana said primly. She offered David a hand. “Sorry. I wanted you to come meet the others.”

Ash nodded at the medieval prince. “That’s Delos Redfern. He’s another cousin.”

Redfern. “Vampire?” David asked in a low voice.

“Yes. And vampires can hear you,” Ash responded in an equally low voice.

David swallowed hard. “Is, uh, blue fire a vampire thing?”

“It’s a Wild Power thing,” Iliana said.

David eyed her. “Do I even want to know?”

A blond boy David didn’t know clapped him on the shoulder. “Welcome to Circle Daybreak, the Human-Night World soulmates club. And the force that’s going to fend off the end of the world.”

“Ah, who are you?”

“Name’s Galen, Galen Drache.”

“He’s a shape-shifter,” Ash said, helpfully.

David sighed and sank into the nearest chair, overwhelmed. Where was Gillian?

Someone else, a pretty dark-haired girl, pressed a plate of nachos into his hands. “Yeah, it’s a lot at first. Eat up. It’ll help.”

“Do I even want to know what you are?” David asked.

“I’m human,” the girl said. “And a vampire hunter.”

David cast a glance at Ash.

The girl added, “My soulmate is a vampire.”

David ate a handful of nachos.

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brumeier.livejournal.com

LOL! Poor David. That's a whole lot to take in all at once. This was a lot of fun!

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Thanks! I always imagine that getting introduced to the Night World is kind of a lot.

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Aw, this was great! Thank you so, so much for filling this. And poor David!

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I'm glad you liked it! So glad to see someone in my old fandom.

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My love for 80s and 90s YA lit will never die! I'm glad to know it's the same for others.

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evil-little-dog.livejournal.com

The Last Unicorn, Prince/King Lir/his wife, She knows there was another woman.

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Lisene knew there was another woman. Not one currently, not someone Lir was leaving her bed for. But another woman who had hold of his heart, who he would never stop loving, never stop waiting for.

Lir was kind to Lisene, and on their wedding day, when he danced with her, he held her tenderly in his arms and smiled at her.

But his gaze was distant.

Marriages for political convenience weren’t necessarily destined to be unhappy, but Lisene hadn’t been expecting roses and sunshine either.

Lisene never learned her name, but once, while she was looking through Lir’s desk for a law treatise he’d need for judgment hearings the next day, she found a tightly-rolled piece of paper.

It had badly-written poetry scratched out on it, and beneath it the words, Anyway, I love you, that’s all I have to tell you, that’s all I’ve got to say.

Lir had never said those three words to her, hadn’t even come close.

The paper was old and yellowing at the edges. The handwriting was definitely Lir’s.

Lisene wondered if Lir’s long-lost love had gone far away, because Lir would sometimes spend all night watching the moonlight on the sea, leaning on a castle parapet and staring at something only he saw.

Once, Lisene dared to join him. “What are you looking for?”

He said, “When the last moon is cast over the last star of morning, look into the sky where through the clouds a path is torn. Look and see her, how she sparkles.”

He barely seemed to notice Lisene was there.

She had never heard him speak poetry like that before or since.

She went back and found the scratched-out poem and tried to decipher it, to find the woman’s name, because she was curious about who could make her husband speak poetry so, her husband who fought dragons and solved riddles with nary a blink but always fumbled grand speeches.

When Schmendrick the Magician came to visit, with the redoubtable Molly Grue, Lisene finally heard it, the name of the woman who could bring Lir back to life.

Amalthea.

Lisene made inquiries, quietly. But there were no records anywhere of a Princess or even a Lady Amalthea, or a daughter of a wealthy merchant, or the legendarily beautiful daughter of a farmer.

Still, Lir stood on the balcony and watched the moonlight on the waves, and he waited, and he longed, and he loved.

And he was good to Lisene, and a wonderful father to their children, but he loved someone else, and Lisene would never really know who.

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brumeier.livejournal.com

This is so melancholy and sad. Poor Lisene. She has a good marriage, but without love, what is there? It must be difficult, not having the best parts of Lir.

Well done, friend!

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Thanks! Last Unicorn always gives me feels.

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evil-little-dog.livejournal.com

Oh, my goodness. This is sooooo perfect. I love that you're telling it from the outsider POV and Lisene is a lovely (heartbreaking) character, even in such few words.

Thank you thank you!

And I love that you used the lyrics!

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