Cupid Bow Mouth

Title: The Girl of Your Dreams
Fandom: Man of Steel
Rating: R
Notes: So, you know how in the comics, Faora is a murderous man hating psychopath? Yeah, this is glancing off that story … Plus, there was that one scene in the desert. Col Hardy's eyes widening when Faora came down the gangplank all suited and booted and clearly a girl. It was all aggressive attraction, Hardy being all "I AM A GUY, and in charge" and Faora, well, we all know Faora is a psychopath. post-movie AU: what would life be like if they both survived the Phantom Drive collision. Takes for granted some Phantom Zone mechanics.
Summary: Trust me, I just wanna see you bleed. This is not a romance. Faora-Ul is both all of Nathan Hardy's favorite sci-fi soldier queens and also like none of them at all. He is the thing she likes to hurt to make herself feel better.




“A good death is its own reward.”

Only Nathan doesn’t die despite Faora killing him every night. He regrets the taunt as he drowns from the inside, Faora standing over him, his breather hanging limp in her hand and her sky-light eyes narrowed in the suggestion of a smile. He regrets his temper and the misogyny, and that damn stare down in the desert. Equal parts who does this bitch think she is and fuck, she’s too hot to be the bad guy.

Nathan lets his eyes roll back, panting around the fluid in his lungs. He pictures her as she had been then, striding down the dropship’s gangplank, smaller than he had imagined, and obviously girl shaped -- breasts and waist enhanced by the curve of the armor.

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Title: sharp memories, faded and soft
Author: seraphcelene
Email: seraphcelene[at]gmail[dot]com
Spoilers: TWD - 4.13: Alone
Rating: PG-13 for themes and language
Feedback: Is like air and highly addictive. In other words, yes, please.
Disclaimer: The Walking Dead belong to Robert Kirkman, AMC, and other people who are not me. This fic is for fun and not profit. I'm just taking them out for a little exercise.
Warning: LANGUAGE!
Summary: "His mama singing Que Sera, Sera and Dream a Little Dream along with the radio. Sometimes Ella Fitzgerald while she flips pancakes and the sun shines in through the window over the sink." Once upon a time, even Daryl Dixon had a childhood. Pre-Walking Dead dream-memory set during 4.13 - Alone. or read on AO3


Beth picks out a song on the piano, slow, easy and low as the candlelight. Daryl lays back in the coffin, soft, white, and thinks of all the ways that he could have died before now. He pretends to be asleep, watches her through the tangle of his hair.

She's all the light in the world rounded up and siphoned into a girl he knows he ain't got no business looking at. Pretty and surprisingly clean, like dirt don't stick to her. Looking down at his shirt, at his hands and the unnamed dark crammed beneath his nails, it seems like dirt ain't got nothin' better to do than to stick to Daryl Dixon.

He wipes his hands on his shirt and not a lick changes.

Merle would say something slick and mean and crude and Daryl can feel the heat rising in his face at the thought.

And then maybe he really does fall asleep, chewing on the edge of his thumb nail, Beth's voice, sweet and soft, follows him down into his dreams.
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Title: when the wind blows the water white and black
Author: seraphcelene
Email: seraphcelene[at]gmail[dot]com
Spoilers: Can we even spoil The Little Mermaid at this point?
Rating: PG-13 for one use of language
Feedback: Is like air and highly addictive. In other words, yes, please.
Disclaimer: Descendants 2 and The Little Mermaid belong to Disney, Hans Christian Anderson, and other people who are not me. I’m only taking them out for a little exercise.
Summary: This is really all a terrible mistake. Disney’s Descendants 2 was on in the background. I wasn’t even really looking at it, but Uma was pretty hard to miss. That got me thinking about the messy, clusterfuck of a franchise this has got to be and how none of the junior villains have more than one parent. So … how does a sea witch spawn? It’s definitely not asexual. Set during The Little Mermaid, somewhere between Ursula’s transformation and her fateful walk along the beach.

My heart is pierced by Cupid
I disdain all glittering gold
There is nothing can console me
But my jolly sailor bold

Ursula took him from the shore.

Listing, a bottle in his hand, punch-drunk, he staggered on the sand. He was handsome and tall, ebon skin and eyes restless as the tide. Ursula lounged among an outcropping of rocks, and smiled when she saw him. A man without a home, his shuffling footsteps displaced sand and took him exactly nowhere.

He turned his face, longing reflected up to the silver-coin moon hanging high in the sky, and hummed to himself some half-hearted, off key melody that she did not recognize. She winced at the warbling, unsteady sound, but creeped closer despite it. Her bespelled body, half-new and still changing wanted him, as if the lust of the mermaid whose body she had stolen still infected the form.
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Title: Fundamental Things

Fandom: Castle

A/N: Found on my hard drive. Not sure why I never posted it. Thru Castle 3.24 – Knockout.

Disclaimer: Castle belongs to people who are not me including Andrew W. Marlowe and Disney-ABC.

Summary: Castle stands to your right and the shot, when it comes, is a very loud crack splitting the afternoon's quiet. You look up because it is so out of place, so unexpected, but you will not remember this and you will not remember falling.

You won't remember this.

Not the noon time sun directly overhead or the over saturated blue of the sky and and how the daylight is so clear and almost too bright in that blinding way that's equal parts shock, grief, and bleached out California sunshine. Later, after, when you try to snap all the pieces of your memory together, what little you do recall won't make sense because how can the day be both so very vivid and so monochromatic all at once.

Maybe you will remember the coffin, the flag draped and tucked across the polished mahogany curve of the lid. Perhaps, you will remember the drums and the bag pipes. But then again, maybe you won't. It will feel distant and out of focus like a ghost memory that could belong to a myriad of other days. Any number of funerals that you've sweated through in your dress blues where all you really recall is the lonely, solemn sound of Taps and the pristine whiteness of your gloves.

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*sigh* I loved the prompt, but this one got away from me.

Title:sugar glass
Author: seraphcelene
Fandom: Hunger Games
Prompt: you are terrifying / and strange and beautiful / something not everyone knows how to love
Notes: Written for jada_jasmine for the Make A Wish: multi-fandom fulfillment wish ficathon. Set during Mockingjay


sugar glass

She repeats the things she knows are true, a litany of facts to anchor her: My name is Katniss Everdeen. I am seventeen. My sister's name is Prim. I took her place in the Hunger Games. She recites these things over and over in her mind. When the noise in her head is too loud, full of Jabberjay screams and the buzz of Tracker Jackers, she repeats them out loud.

Finnick recalls a similar list that Annie used to recite. All the things that she remembered to be true.

My name is Annie Cresta. And later, I love Finnick Odair.

The doctors wanted Annie to remember that she had survived the Hunger Games, that she had won. Annie remembered the Games. She remembered that she won. Annie also remembered that Oran had lost his head in the process.

It took less than a month for Annie to stop reciting her list. Her voice dwindled out into nothing, her eyes gone blank and staring. Locked in her personal nightmare, she would end up nowhere Finnick wanted to be, nowhere that he could even get to.
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Title: Schmidt Happens
Author: seraphcelene
Rating: NC-17
A/N: The New Girl. Is that a fandom? Written for the You're Every Song and I Sing Song Lyric Comment Ficathon, sponsored by youcallitwinter. Prompt: LMFAO - I'm Sexy and I Know It for softly_me.
Summary: I work out.

( There was this one girl, right. This one time. )

So this fic was difficult and very odd to write. I watched Boys Over Flowers in Korean with English sub-titles. Trying to write this fic was severely complicated by this fact. The problem, outside of my unfamiliarity with Korea, resides in the way that I write. I hear rhythms and patterns and then I write them down. As I watched BOF I heard one pattern spoken by the actors in Korean, but then I read a second pattern in the sub-titles. I'm a speed reader and I've been watching sub-titled foreign films for a long time, so reading sub-titles in my head is almost like hearing the actors speak in English. Everything works simultaneously so that unless the translation is bad or the timing is off, I don't really notice that I'm watching subbed material.

All that said, I ended up trying to write in conflicting patterns. I'm not sure that it works. This is a little melodramatic and a little awkward, but I'm mostly satisfied with it. I'm working on one more Boys Over Flower fic and then, I dare say, I will be retiring the pen in this area. I'm way too embarrassed and still concerned that I didn't do justice to the source or the culture from whence it derives.

I will let you be the judge.

Title: as soon as forever is through
Author: seraphcelene
Email: seraphcelene at yahoo dot com
Rating: G
A/N: Boys Over Flowers (Korean adaptation). AU from episode 22.
A/N 2: I owe many thanks to oyceter and yhlee for their beta help with content, language usage (English and Korean) and cultural cues. You ladies were a tremendous help and I appreciate that you looked this over despite your unfamiliarity with the source material. All mistakes are strictly my own.
Disclaimer: Boys Over Flowers and Hana Yori Dango do not belong to me. This is all for fun and not profit.
Summary: What if Jun Pyo and Jae Kyung were married after all?


( Being miserable for a few more hours, watching over Jun Pyo on his wedding day, these are things Jan Di can endure. )

Title: The Seduction of Wendy Darling: A Tragedy in Three Parts
Author: seraphcelene
Email: seraphcelene at yahoo dot com
Rating: PG-13
A/N: Movieverse. There was something about Jeremy Sumpter and Rachel Hurd-Wood, both on the cusp of adolescence, that made the 2003 film uncomfortable and darker than its usually played for. I can't say that I'm exactly happy with this, three years later and it's still not quite what I was aiming for (especially the second section), but I guess that I am content. Or just damn tired of it sitting unfinished on my harddrive.
Feedback: Yes, please.
Disclaimer: Peter Pan belongs to the JM Barrie estate of which I am not a part. This is just for fun and not profit.
Summary: Some girls wander by mistake.


( Every Sunday Wendy Moira Angela once Darling wears a hat to church. She also wears white gloves with pearl buttons at the wrist and a demure smile that says “Hello, I am pleasant. I am safe. I will not surprise you.” But just behind the gentle spread of Wendy’s mouth are teeth.  )

HAHAHAHAHA! Here that? It's the sound of the Apocolypse (I've written Twilight fic)

Do Not Ask.

I was too embarrassed to ask for a beta, so my apologies in advance.

Title: Crave
Author: seraphcelene
Email: seraphcelene at yahoo dot com
Rating: PG13-ish
A/N: 1,674 AU words set during Twilight. I've only read the other books cursorily. Agatha, my bitch muse (no relation to the OC in this fic, I think), is on indefinite vacation, but she seems to have popped back in just long enough to serve up a very vague plot bunny. This was inspired by Robert Pattinson's interviews for Twilight which include much adorable and nervous laughter, and some interesting thoughts on playing Edward as a real person and not as a perfect god. I loved that he found Edward totally unlikeable and that he wanted to play Edward as a self loathing manic-depressive. Pair that with an interview with Death Cab for Cutie about their song I Will Possess Your Heart and I got to thinking: Nobody's perfect and sometimes shit happens and ... voila! My muse, she works in mysterious and aggravating ways.
Disclaimer: Twilight and all related characters belong to Stephanie Meyers. I'm just taking them out for a little exercise.
Summary: Your soul is a chosen landscape, sad beneath its fantastic disguise.

( Crave )

Title: The Habit of Transferred Affections
Author: seraphcelene
A/N: Based on Neil Jordan's movie adaptation of Graham Greene's novel The End of the Affair. I only caught the last hour of the movie, so I'm really not sure about this. I know that the book ends very differently and I plan to go back and read it. Summary from The End of the Affair. 1,063 words. Unbeta'd
Rating: G
Disclaimer: The End of the Affair belongs to people who are not me, including Graham Greene and Neil Jordan.
Summary: ... love dies, affection and habit win the day.

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