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Lexkixass Wrote
04 April 2020 @ 11:20 am
Idea shamelessly stolen from Puckling. Made primarily for my ease of locating stuff, but other people might find it useful. More to be eventually added as I write them.

Stories listed in order by fic type, fandom (alphabetical), then by title name (alphabetical). As always, comments & concrit are love. Senseless flames are snarked. ♥

last updated: 7.27.13


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Lexkixass Wrote
20 January 2017 @ 01:38 pm
Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah what with the LJ servers going to be physically in Russia, I'm gonna be moving all my stuff from here to Dreamwidth.

I'm not gonna re-create this specific journal, however. I've instead made myself a comm so that I don't have to switch between my lka and mka journals to post stuff.

Comm will be found here: https://lkawrites.dreamwidth.org/

I will try to import my stuff, but I may have to go through very un-fun process of reposting everything I got by hand. Either way, that's where I'll be now.

(Also, screw you 2016 election for making me unable to write a goddamn thing. <i>I was really looking forward to NaNo!</i>)
 
 
Lexkixass Wrote
30 October 2016 @ 01:04 pm
For those wondering about FSoF, I had the brilliant idea today to decide to work on that for NaNoWriMo. Which means writing and not worrying about editing and stuff. So what I write for NaNo will be VERY raw and unrefined.

I've decided, though, that I'm not gonna post the stuff in its ultra-raw form, but I'll be saving my daily wordcounts somewhere. Probably this post; I'll comment with total words written that day. :)

I'm very grateful for everyone who's being so very patient while I (slowly) churn this fic out.

-Mina
 
 
Lexkixass Wrote
15 October 2016 @ 09:03 pm
You are an immortal serial killer. You were caught and sentenced to life in prison. The prison is starting to get suspicious of why you won't age.
((a/n: erring on side of caution that fanfic is not allowed on reddit))
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When the Highlander movie came out, I hoped it would be dismissed as pure fantasy. People would enjoy it, and move on.

Then the second movie happened.

And a TV series.

And more movies.

At that point, I realized that one of us had either gotten cocky enough or desperate enough to spill their metaphorical guts to Hollywood.

It wasn't until about ten years after the first movie that anyone really started to pay much attention to me. To how my hair just wasn't going gray. To how no matter how many prison fights I got into, I didn't have the wounds the next day. Then somehow, it got known about how I killed people.

Decapitation, followed by arson. The same MO, time after time. No other link between victims.

That's when the other inmates started avoiding me. Because it was too weird, that the short, stocky woman with brown hair and brown eyes never seemed to change. That she was in for serial depacitations. That she healed so fast.

Well.

Not everyone started avoiding me.

I'd been in this prison forever. I've made some friends, and I've made more enemies. I'm really just not a people-person. Considering that I always had to be worried for that particular ring in the ears, that I always had to keep moving.

Can't move all too much inside a prison. And the ice-bitch that currently had her shiv buried in my throat, that watched me drown in my own blood while her light-colored eyes danced in mad glee, knew that all too well.

She leaned down, her breath on my ear cool in comparison to the hot blood pooling on the floor beneath me.

"There can be only one."
 
 
Lexkixass Wrote
14 October 2015 @ 10:48 pm

Chapter 9 | Table of Contents | Chapter 11


Title: Chapter 10
Fandom: Fifty Shades
Word Count: 2,076
Summary: Anastasia "Stacy" Steele does a favor for a friend and ends up coming to the attention of the enigmatic millionaire Christian Grey. While flattered at first, she comes to realize that being the singular focus of such a man is definitely not a good thing...
Author's Notes: This is a canon-rewrite-spitefic that has spun off into its own story. Thank you to Gehayi & Ket Makura for allowing me to "borrow" Stacy from the Fifty Shades sporking they're doing. Thank you to my betas for this chapter - Zuul, Bel, & Jaid - for all of the wonderful feedback you've given me. ♥
Standard Disclaimer: I am not E.L. James, because if I was, a) I would've written Fifty Shades in a more realistic and significantly less craptastic way, and b) the porn wouldn't be horrendous. She owns her respective characters and plot what plot. This story is for entertainment purposes only, no money is being made, blah blah blah, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. TLDR: Not my universe.



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Chapter 9 | Table of Contents | Chapter 11
 
 
Current Location: home!
Current Mood: tiredtired
Current Music: roomies typing on their laptops
 
 
 
Lexkixass Wrote
28 April 2015 @ 02:10 pm



Chapter 8 | Table of Contents | Chapter 10



Title: Chapter 9
Fandom: Fifty Shades
Word Count: 5,778
Summary: Anastasia "Stacy" Steele does a favor for a friend and ends up coming to the attention of the enigmatic millionaire Christian Grey. While flattered at first, she comes to realize that being the singular focus of such a man is definitely not a good thing...
Author's Notes: This is a canon-rewrite-spitefic that (now) splits off into its own story. Thank you to Gehayi & Ket Makura for allowing me to "borrow" Stacy from the Fifty Shades sporking they're doing. Thank you to my betas for this chapter - Bel and Zuul - for all of the wonderful feedback you've given me. ♥
Standard Disclaimer: I am not E.L. James, because if I was, a) I would've written Fifty Shades in a more realistic and significantly less craptastic way, and b) the porn wouldn't be horrendous. She owns her respective characters and plot what plot. This story is for entertainment purposes only, no money is being made, blah blah blah, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. TLDR: Not my universe.

**TRIGGER WARNING**
Instance of sexual assault happens in this chapter.

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Chapter 8 | Table of Contents | Chapter 10
 
 
Current Music: "World's Dumbest Criminals"
 
 
Lexkixass Wrote
27 February 2014 @ 05:58 pm
Prompt from Spaz: "something happy tsurude and hizashiko"


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Lexkixass Wrote
Originally posted here.  Realized I wanted to have it on my own lj.





I turn the corner, and I can see why I’ve been getting strange looks. Hanging on the far wall are seven huge portraits—of me.  Me: pouting, laugh­ing, scowling, serious, amused. All in super close up, all in black and white.

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Current Music: Linkin Park - Faint (Dark Ambush Remix)
 
 
Lexkixass Wrote
29 December 2013 @ 08:43 am
Author's note: This is something that's been in my head since Sonya suggested a title for the original story that's been kicking about my head.  :P  Depending on how things go in FSoF, I may or may not include this in an actual chapter.  If I don't, I'll probably keep it as an omake.  Either way, hope y'all enjoy.
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Lexkixass Wrote
16 November 2013 @ 10:36 am
Kehau: I know these are three characters, but I'd love some good ol' Sozui, Kureno, and Asuka hijinks~ Or you can pick any one or two of those three. If you need a prompt: formal attire.




Sozui considered himself if not a patient man, then a reasonably smart one.  He wasn't Kureno, but he could puzzle out things pretty well.

Unless it involved clothes, anyway.  Fancy, schmancy-- Who the hell wore these monkey suits!?  Shit, why were they even required??

He was getting desperate.  Desperate enough to almost ask Joji for advice.  But the ninken held the same puzzlements about human clothing as his human partner.

That left only one solution: Kureno.

Sozui rolled up the mass of clothes like one would a bedroll, then as an afterthought shoved it into a bag (with the matching shiny shoes) before making a mad dash out of his apartment.  Joji followed easily, and for once wasn't adding commentary.

Once he reached his destination, Sozui banged hard and continuously on the door.  "KURE!" he shouted.  "C'mon, man, I c'n smell ya in there!  Open up!"  He banged more.

The door finally opened to reveal an annoyed-smelling (and -looking) Kureno who was already mostly dressed in the fancy clothes and looking perfect as ever.  It was patently unfair that Kureno could make looking fancy look so easy.  Then again, it was the reason Sozui sought him out.

"...Sozui, the event starts in twenty and have you even showered?" Kureno wanted to know.

Panic filled him.  "I haveta shower?" Sozui (manfully) squeaked.

Kureno blinked rapidly at him.  "Haven't you ever had to dress up for a clan function?" he asked as he motioned for Sozui and Joji to enter.

"Plenty a' times," Sozui answered, clutching the bag to his chest and feeling so lost.  "They don' really like it iff'n I jes' wear a loincloth fer th' 'mportant stuff."  Keen ears picked up the faint sigh from the other.  Sozui felt tears start to gather.  "Kureno, please, I don't get any of this!  Why's I gotta wear this stuff?  Why ain't my normal around-th'-village clothes okay??"

"Because Sensei's getting married and people dress up for the occasion."

"But why?" Sozui complained.  "Weddin's are s'pposed t'be fun! You can't have fun wearin' all this stuff!  An' why's I gotta shower??"

Kureno sighed again.  "Just trust me, Sozui," he said gently as he gave the Inuzuka's shoulder a friendly squeeze.  "That's why you came, right?"

Sozui nodded.

"Right.  Now, here's what we'll do..."