My first non-crossover Supernatural fic:

Title: Grace
Author: nwhepcat
Fandom: Supernatural
Spoilers: S4 through "Heaven and Hell"
Rating: R
Synopsis: Once Dean's back, it's nothing but lies. There are things he's done that he cannot talk about. Forgiveness might be a gift, but it's one that demands something that might just be impossible.
Setup: ( For any sometimes-followers of Supernatural who might want to read this, this is what you need to know for it to make sense; spoilers ahoy )
Warning: Touches on what happened in hell. No details at all, but some might find it triggering.
Thanks to nestdweller for the beta, and thanks to all who answered my question about Dean's type. (To girlguidejones: im in ur muse, stealin' ur promtz.)

( Somehow he expects it to be different, and it's not. There's still grunting and stickiness, the wild funk of hormone-laced sweat... )

So, um, I wrote my first Smallville fic.

There's a Wedding Every 3 Minutes in Vegas
nwhepcat
PG
Summary: A quickie marriage, easily erased, but some memories are harder to wipe away.
Smallville, spoilers through S4 "Recruit." Clark, Jonathan, refers to Clark/Alicia.
Disclaimer: Not my characters, so get away from me with your filthy money.
Thanks to huzzlewhat for reading, encouraging and getting me into SV in the first place, and to nestdweller for the beta.

( There's a Wedding Every 3 Minutes in Vegas )
Icon by jude_judith82

Crossposted from LJ:

Title: The Geometry of Innocent Flesh on the Bone
nwhepcat
Rating: R
Fandoms: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Supernatural
Characters: Xander Harris, Sam Winchester
Spoilers and other information: Spoilers for SPN "Mystery Spot." The Buffy side of things is based on fanon, set in the post-Chosen world of the Xander in liz_marcs's Revelations and my remix, The Ballad of Charles Whitman (with her very kind permission). This story, I'm told, stands alone well, but Liz's "Revelations" is one of my first-read and all-time favorite fanfics, so I highly recommend it.
More notes: Title swiped from soundingsea's Freewheelin' Ficathon, lyrics from Bob Dylan's "Tombstone Blues." Thanks to my betas girlguidejones and amy_star_, and once more to Liz Marcs for letting me play in her sandbox with all the cool sandcastles. And to Joss, who lets us plant our little sandboxes on his giant beach without chasing us off.
Disclaimers: Buffy belongs to Joss Whedon and various corporate entities, Supernatural to Eric Kripke and other corporate entities. No money made here, just me having some fun. In a somewhat angsty way.
Written for the It's the Writers, Stupid!!!!! Ficathon

( The Geometry of Innocent Flesh on the Bone )

Hmmm. LJ seems to be broken.

And I feel cruddy, thanks to the antibiotics which are supposed to make me feel good.

::sigh::

And the latest "Tales" drabble, written yesterday:

gravest extreme, AtS s5, "Lineage"

Wesley read In the Gravest Extreme when he began carrying a gun and rereads it now. Everything there justifies his actions.

Never pull your gun unless you have grounds to fire it. Never pull the trigger unless a kill is warranted. Shoot to stop, and fire until the attacker is down.

Wesley knows he was right. The thing wearing his father's face would have killed Fred without hesitation.

But he wonders as he sits in his darkened office, whisky glass in hand.

Nine shots.

How many were about protecting Fred? How many were about destroying his father, erasing his influence?

( pretty R rated )

( two drabbles )

mirrors, AtS s3 "Billy"


In his darkened flat, Wesley gazes into the mirror Billy Blim held up to his soul.

But it's not just the violence that roared through him under Billy's influence. This whole sorry episode has made Wesley aware of old prejudices that shame him.

He'd believed himself a rational man. A decent man. Maybe believed that Gunn, with his lack of education, had less control over the violence within.

Yet who'd handed Fred the means to protect herself, even at his own peril?

Wesley's actions eat at him, but what's worse is the example of Gunn, a man he'd badly underestimated.


[written 12/05]

( three drabbles )

I came over here after the Great Strikeout of 2007, especially after rumors of a possible IPO for LJ. ::greets LJ friends and any new IJ folks who may be discovering this journal::

I'm between enormous fic projects at the moment, but recently added a Wes drabble to the loose series I've been writing about him for about 18 months, and I thought I'd post the entire series so far.

Here's the first chapter of Tales of an Unreliable Narrator, followed, in separate posts by ones, twos or threes, by a bunch of randomly written drabbles in no particular order.

So here's the opening drabble in Tales of an Unreliable Narrator:

academy (prequel)

Wesley slides a diary from its place on the shelf. He knows these are forbidden, but he can't resist when an opportunity arises.

One question consumes him, begets others: How can these diaries be anything but the work of unreliable narrators? Every watcher by nature ends up a failure, doomed to watch his slayer die (if not die beside her). How honest can one be, beset by agonies of grief and guilt, in assessing one's own role in disaster?

Who is least trustworthy? The watcher who minimize his errors, or one who castigates himself?

Wesley hopes he is never called.

[written 12/05]