WIP DUMP FOR THE LOVE OF GOD
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labellementeuseSo after reading this tumblr post by Diane Duane, which really, I mean, it really just gives me a headache, but the gist is: someone on tumblr posted about Nita/Kit/Ronan during A Wizard of Mars and DD was like "lol, ask them in ten years."
ADFGEHJKL:SD I CANNOT COPE ARGH. on the one hand filled with joy and hilarity on the other hand god, stop crossing the streams, I beg of you! also stop liking my posts on tumblr because I legitimately cannot deal with it at all.
ANYWAY IN CELEBRATION AND VAGUE RAGE AND IF YOU'RE GONNA TALK ABOUT THIS DD THEN I'M GONNA WRITE IT, I went through my WIP folder and found no less than three N/K/R WsIP because I really have been into that threesome since before it was famous. I would really like to finish at least one of them but I am absolutely paralysed by indecision and so I thought I might post the beginnings here and you guys could, like, talk to me about them and maybe I can see which one is everyone's favourite and finish that. Yeah.
It might help to have my Nita/Kit headcanon first for context, but I don't know that it really matters: because they get together so young they go through a period of angst at around 18/19 where they're like "we're too vanilla! and I'm keeping you from having exciting and awful early sexual experiences!" and to resolve it instead of breaking up like dummies they decide to start having sex (together) with other people. Not like, ALL the time, but ... really pretty often. Basically they're kinda slutty Sometimes people who don't know them very well tease them about being so cute and together since high school and they're just like "... uh-huh :P".
Okay first up. This one is from a document titled "tentacles.odt". Thanks, past self.
They were drunk, of course, not too drunk but tipsy, and they were in Ireland, staying with Nita's aunt on their roadtrip through Europe just before college. They'd gone into Bray to go meet Ronan and Nita, remembering a long-ago conversation, dragged Kit and Ronan out dancing. They stumbled out of the club at one in the morning, wandering down an unfamiliar street.
"You should stay with me tonight," said Ronan. "No buses at the moment..."
"We could walk," said Nita, linking her arm through Kit's and stretching her hand out to Ronan. He put his eyebrows up and took it, clearly amused.
"You could," he agreed. "But it's no trouble. I have a fold-out sofa."
Kit tipped his head down to meet Nita's. "It's sort of cold and dark," he pointed out.
"Besides," added Ronan, "could get dangerous, couple of defenseless American students wandering the streets."
"Hey!" said Nita. "I can take care of myself."
"Oh, well, I wasn't worrying about you, Miss Yank... I was worrying about County Wicklow."
"Ha ha," said Nita, and stuck out her tongue. Ronan grinned at her. "OK," Nita said, "We'll stay. Why not?"
Ronan lived nearby, up a long flight of stairs to a small one-room apartment. A flat, Nita thought idly, and grinned.
"I'll give you the tour," said Ronan dryly as they stumbled through the door. "That's the bed. That's the couch - your bed. That's the sink and the hotplate. The loo’s through there. This concludes the tour.”
It was small, sure, Nita supposed, but surprisingly clean, considering Ronan’s general affect, with whitewashed walls.
“I’ll put the kettle on,” said Ronan, “You try to figure out the couch, I’m hopeless with it. You’re supposed to be good at inanimate objects, aren’t you, Rodriguez?”
“Nobody’s good with couches,” said Kit morosely. “They have a recalcitrant nature. But I’ll give it a go.”
AND THEN THEY DRINK A BOTTLE OF WINE AND HAVE SEX. Uh, it's not a very detailed outline. There were going to be a couple more parts to this and one of them was, per the document title, going to involve tentacles, so I think this was probably started during one of my ragey periods where I just want to write something to traumatise Diane Duane and the people who think Tom and Carl are just good friends. I think Nita/Kit and Ronan might have set up, like, a stable semi-permanent thing at the end where Ronan is still a free agent but they all have bonus emotions or something?
OKAY ONTO WIP TWO. This one doesn't even have a title and was possibly an even more gratuitous excuse for porn than the one called "three times Nita/Kit have casual sex with someone else."
Kit’s scraping the bones off the barbeque plates into the trash when Nita comes up behind him and slides her arms around his waist.
“Hi,” he says, rinsing the plates under the faucet and stacking them on the draining board.
“Hi,” she says, kissing him, a hot bloom at the join of neck and shoulder.
“Inappropriate,” he says, laughing and turning around to see her.
Nita slips with him, staying on the corner of his vision. “Yep,” she agrees, and breathes hotly on his ear.
He yelps a little. “Ronan is -“ he gestures vaguely towards the patio “- right there, Neets.”
“I know,” she says. “Did you notice him checking you out earlier?”
Kit had. “Mmm, he was a little ...”
“Obvious.”
“Mm.”
“Do you think,” Nita says, then trails off.
Kit grins. Like I can’t figure out what you’re thinking? He turns more quickly and knocks Nita back against the bench, sliding his hands down to her hips and kissing her properly. She goes amiably, twining her arms around his neck.
Are you getting bored?, he teases.
Never, she replies, her mind filling with a familiar love and affection.
And then they have sex. That's really all there was to that.
OKAY THIS LAST ONE. This last one. I really want to make this one work but it may just be too ambitious for me. Basically the premise is that in the summer between high school and varsity Nita is really busy with some project and Kit's kind of at a loose end, and Ronan is out of Ireland for some reason possibly involving his family which I always thought seemed like they might be kind of sketch or neglectful or something (now, that is something I actually wouldn't mind having DD confirm). So Tom and Carl suggest that Kit and Ronan do, like, a roadtrip around the rural east coast in the Edsel which Kit finally got going. It's like a traditional trip to get a wizard out to some towns which might not have one, or might only have a few who need a bit of young power every now and then - basically a journeyman thing for the younger wizards, get some experience, learn some variety. (Probably not that useful for Kit, to be fair.)
Kit's been working on the Edsel, on and off, for seven years when he finally gets it going. He could, theoretically, have done it in a fraction of the time – but not using his wizardry unless he absolutely had to has been a point of pride for him, and a way for him to spend some time with his Papi. By the time he gets it done, though, it's definitely more his car than it is his father's. it's the summer before Kit and Nita are due to start at NYU, and Kit's been spending most of his spare time working on the car, trying to get it finished in time for it to take them to the dorms (blah, I don't know anything about NYU and probs they don't drive. maybe they can go somewhere else.) Between wizardry and the job he's been working to try to save some cash for college, there hasn't been that much spare time, but his progress has been good. It's a warm evening in August when he slides out from under the car and bumps into skinny, black-stovepipe-encased legs attached to what Carmela has been known to describe as a seriously dreamy Irish accent.
Kit lets his head thunk to the ground and stares upward, half-heartedly trying to ignore the part of his brain which is suggesting that maybe Carmela might have been right about that. Ronan Nolan, he reminds himself, might be seriously good looking, but he's also a world-class pain in the ass and he never has good news.
“I can't come over just for a visit, then? You're not looking so bad yourself, by the by.”
Kit groans and whacks his head again, but not before noticing the gleam in Ronan's eye and feeling a little less humiliated. “You know eavesdropping's considered rude this side of the Atlantic, right?”
“Yeah, but as a rule I only hear naughty things,” he says with a wink.
“Keep it up and you might hear something pretty bad,” says Kit tolerantly, and gets up off the garage floor, wiping his hands on a rag.
“Oh yeah? How bad, Yank?” The tone is... direct, and Kit feels himself start to flush. He looks up through his eyelashes. Ronan meets his stare for awhile, then glances away awkwardly. “Anyway,” he goes on, “I don't have bad news. Or any news. Actually, I'm sorta at a loose end and was wondering what you and Miss Yank were doing this summer.”
Kit narrows his eyes a bit. “Nothing to do in the Emerald Isle?”
“Apparently not,” replies Ronan easily, but his eyes shift to the side. Kit guesses he's probably not lying – he is a wizard, after all – but wonders if there's something he's not being told. Oh, well, he thinks.
“Why don't you stay for dinner, anyway?” he says. “My Mama's cooking arroz con pollo, which believe you me, that's an event. Plus Nita's coming, and our Seniors, Tom and Carl. Mama likes to feed them.”
Ronan crooks an eyebrow. “Well okay then,” he says.
“Right.” Kit nods, and grins, then scuffs his foot on the ground. Ronan coughs awkwardly and then says,
“So tell me about the car. She's a lovely looking thing.”
Kit smiles, feeling himself on solid ground. “It's an [Year] Edsel, and thanks.” He leans over and pops the hood. “Wanna take a look inside?”
They manage to while away the couple hours until Kit's mama calls them for dinner in car talk. Ronan doesn't know much about cars, but he's either interested or fakes it very well; Kit feels him paying close attention, a warm presence at his elbow, watching as he points out this feature or that in the engine he rebuilt from the ground up.
Then ... SOME STUFF HAPPENS (including, according to my notes, a lot of flirting and a driving stick joke). They go to Canada to drink beer, and also they flirt a LOT and then end up having sex also a LOT, and THEN
They stumble through the door to the motel room, unco-ordinated and laughing. Nita and Ronan tip into another kiss, bumping their mouths together, and Kit thinks that he's never seen anything quite so hot.
He must be thinking pretty loudly because they pull back and turn to him. Nita is flushed pink, smiling, and Kit absolutely has to walk forward and kiss her sweet, familiar mouth, sinking into her mind as easily as he has ever done. He hasn't kissed her for a month, hasn't touched her, and he finds himself, almost to his surprise, dragging her hard against him. His hands are everywhere, so are hers, and he can feel her mind singing with the same joy and urgency that his is.
Then, suddenly, he hears/feels Ronan come up beside them and place a tentative hand in the small of his back. He feels... awkward, and Kit and Nita pull out of the kiss in a hurry and turn to him.
Ronan's shoulders are hunched and his eyes are dark. He looks hungry and distant and he's opening his mouth and Kit is suddenly a hundred per cent positive he knows what Ronan is going to say and he absolutely cannot say it, so he interrupts.
“Hey, Neets,” he says, not taking her eyes off Ronan. “Did I tell you I learned some fun new skills this summer?”
He feels Nita smile. “You may have mentioned something of the sort. What kind of skills, exactly?”
“Well,” says Kit, pulling away from Nita and walking Ronan easily back towards the bed, “how would you like it if I showed you rather than told you?” He only has half his mind on the banter: he's focussed on Ronan, on feeling him relax and give Kit the shy/challenging smile he's gotten used to seeing on Ronan when they're about to get naked, so he's sort of surprised when Nita makes an unbelievably hot noise. Kit gets hot and sees Ronan's eyes flick towards Nita and back to him, and then he's sitting down, suddenly, and sprawling back, a little bit like he couldn't keep standing.
“I think,” said Nita, “that's the best idea you've had all summer.”
“Me too,” said Kit, and dropped to his knees in front of Ronan.
He got as gasp each out of them that time, and grinned triumphantly, then looked at Ronan.
“OK?”
Ronan's eyes flashed and Kit grinned again, this time with relief. “Oh, I don't know,” said Ronan. “I suppose that sounds like fun.”
AND THEN THEY ALL HAVE SEX.
So okay, my question to you people is: Would you read any of these if I finished it, which one, maybe I can write it at you in the comments or something? Yes? I really would like to but I think it might be one of those things where I need public humiliation to get shit done.
ADFGEHJKL:SD I CANNOT COPE ARGH. on the one hand filled with joy and hilarity on the other hand god, stop crossing the streams, I beg of you! also stop liking my posts on tumblr because I legitimately cannot deal with it at all.
ANYWAY IN CELEBRATION AND VAGUE RAGE AND IF YOU'RE GONNA TALK ABOUT THIS DD THEN I'M GONNA WRITE IT, I went through my WIP folder and found no less than three N/K/R WsIP because I really have been into that threesome since before it was famous. I would really like to finish at least one of them but I am absolutely paralysed by indecision and so I thought I might post the beginnings here and you guys could, like, talk to me about them and maybe I can see which one is everyone's favourite and finish that. Yeah.
It might help to have my Nita/Kit headcanon first for context, but I don't know that it really matters: because they get together so young they go through a period of angst at around 18/19 where they're like "we're too vanilla! and I'm keeping you from having exciting and awful early sexual experiences!" and to resolve it instead of breaking up like dummies they decide to start having sex (together) with other people. Not like, ALL the time, but ... really pretty often. Basically they're kinda slutty Sometimes people who don't know them very well tease them about being so cute and together since high school and they're just like "... uh-huh :P".
Okay first up. This one is from a document titled "tentacles.odt". Thanks, past self.
They were drunk, of course, not too drunk but tipsy, and they were in Ireland, staying with Nita's aunt on their roadtrip through Europe just before college. They'd gone into Bray to go meet Ronan and Nita, remembering a long-ago conversation, dragged Kit and Ronan out dancing. They stumbled out of the club at one in the morning, wandering down an unfamiliar street.
"You should stay with me tonight," said Ronan. "No buses at the moment..."
"We could walk," said Nita, linking her arm through Kit's and stretching her hand out to Ronan. He put his eyebrows up and took it, clearly amused.
"You could," he agreed. "But it's no trouble. I have a fold-out sofa."
Kit tipped his head down to meet Nita's. "It's sort of cold and dark," he pointed out.
"Besides," added Ronan, "could get dangerous, couple of defenseless American students wandering the streets."
"Hey!" said Nita. "I can take care of myself."
"Oh, well, I wasn't worrying about you, Miss Yank... I was worrying about County Wicklow."
"Ha ha," said Nita, and stuck out her tongue. Ronan grinned at her. "OK," Nita said, "We'll stay. Why not?"
Ronan lived nearby, up a long flight of stairs to a small one-room apartment. A flat, Nita thought idly, and grinned.
"I'll give you the tour," said Ronan dryly as they stumbled through the door. "That's the bed. That's the couch - your bed. That's the sink and the hotplate. The loo’s through there. This concludes the tour.”
It was small, sure, Nita supposed, but surprisingly clean, considering Ronan’s general affect, with whitewashed walls.
“I’ll put the kettle on,” said Ronan, “You try to figure out the couch, I’m hopeless with it. You’re supposed to be good at inanimate objects, aren’t you, Rodriguez?”
“Nobody’s good with couches,” said Kit morosely. “They have a recalcitrant nature. But I’ll give it a go.”
AND THEN THEY DRINK A BOTTLE OF WINE AND HAVE SEX. Uh, it's not a very detailed outline. There were going to be a couple more parts to this and one of them was, per the document title, going to involve tentacles, so I think this was probably started during one of my ragey periods where I just want to write something to traumatise Diane Duane and the people who think Tom and Carl are just good friends. I think Nita/Kit and Ronan might have set up, like, a stable semi-permanent thing at the end where Ronan is still a free agent but they all have bonus emotions or something?
OKAY ONTO WIP TWO. This one doesn't even have a title and was possibly an even more gratuitous excuse for porn than the one called "three times Nita/Kit have casual sex with someone else."
Kit’s scraping the bones off the barbeque plates into the trash when Nita comes up behind him and slides her arms around his waist.
“Hi,” he says, rinsing the plates under the faucet and stacking them on the draining board.
“Hi,” she says, kissing him, a hot bloom at the join of neck and shoulder.
“Inappropriate,” he says, laughing and turning around to see her.
Nita slips with him, staying on the corner of his vision. “Yep,” she agrees, and breathes hotly on his ear.
He yelps a little. “Ronan is -“ he gestures vaguely towards the patio “- right there, Neets.”
“I know,” she says. “Did you notice him checking you out earlier?”
Kit had. “Mmm, he was a little ...”
“Obvious.”
“Mm.”
“Do you think,” Nita says, then trails off.
Kit grins. Like I can’t figure out what you’re thinking? He turns more quickly and knocks Nita back against the bench, sliding his hands down to her hips and kissing her properly. She goes amiably, twining her arms around his neck.
Are you getting bored?, he teases.
Never, she replies, her mind filling with a familiar love and affection.
And then they have sex. That's really all there was to that.
OKAY THIS LAST ONE. This last one. I really want to make this one work but it may just be too ambitious for me. Basically the premise is that in the summer between high school and varsity Nita is really busy with some project and Kit's kind of at a loose end, and Ronan is out of Ireland for some reason possibly involving his family which I always thought seemed like they might be kind of sketch or neglectful or something (now, that is something I actually wouldn't mind having DD confirm). So Tom and Carl suggest that Kit and Ronan do, like, a roadtrip around the rural east coast in the Edsel which Kit finally got going. It's like a traditional trip to get a wizard out to some towns which might not have one, or might only have a few who need a bit of young power every now and then - basically a journeyman thing for the younger wizards, get some experience, learn some variety. (Probably not that useful for Kit, to be fair.)
Kit's been working on the Edsel, on and off, for seven years when he finally gets it going. He could, theoretically, have done it in a fraction of the time – but not using his wizardry unless he absolutely had to has been a point of pride for him, and a way for him to spend some time with his Papi. By the time he gets it done, though, it's definitely more his car than it is his father's. it's the summer before Kit and Nita are due to start at NYU, and Kit's been spending most of his spare time working on the car, trying to get it finished in time for it to take them to the dorms (blah, I don't know anything about NYU and probs they don't drive. maybe they can go somewhere else.) Between wizardry and the job he's been working to try to save some cash for college, there hasn't been that much spare time, but his progress has been good. It's a warm evening in August when he slides out from under the car and bumps into skinny, black-stovepipe-encased legs attached to what Carmela has been known to describe as a seriously dreamy Irish accent.
Kit lets his head thunk to the ground and stares upward, half-heartedly trying to ignore the part of his brain which is suggesting that maybe Carmela might have been right about that. Ronan Nolan, he reminds himself, might be seriously good looking, but he's also a world-class pain in the ass and he never has good news.
“I can't come over just for a visit, then? You're not looking so bad yourself, by the by.”
Kit groans and whacks his head again, but not before noticing the gleam in Ronan's eye and feeling a little less humiliated. “You know eavesdropping's considered rude this side of the Atlantic, right?”
“Yeah, but as a rule I only hear naughty things,” he says with a wink.
“Keep it up and you might hear something pretty bad,” says Kit tolerantly, and gets up off the garage floor, wiping his hands on a rag.
“Oh yeah? How bad, Yank?” The tone is... direct, and Kit feels himself start to flush. He looks up through his eyelashes. Ronan meets his stare for awhile, then glances away awkwardly. “Anyway,” he goes on, “I don't have bad news. Or any news. Actually, I'm sorta at a loose end and was wondering what you and Miss Yank were doing this summer.”
Kit narrows his eyes a bit. “Nothing to do in the Emerald Isle?”
“Apparently not,” replies Ronan easily, but his eyes shift to the side. Kit guesses he's probably not lying – he is a wizard, after all – but wonders if there's something he's not being told. Oh, well, he thinks.
“Why don't you stay for dinner, anyway?” he says. “My Mama's cooking arroz con pollo, which believe you me, that's an event. Plus Nita's coming, and our Seniors, Tom and Carl. Mama likes to feed them.”
Ronan crooks an eyebrow. “Well okay then,” he says.
“Right.” Kit nods, and grins, then scuffs his foot on the ground. Ronan coughs awkwardly and then says,
“So tell me about the car. She's a lovely looking thing.”
Kit smiles, feeling himself on solid ground. “It's an [Year] Edsel, and thanks.” He leans over and pops the hood. “Wanna take a look inside?”
They manage to while away the couple hours until Kit's mama calls them for dinner in car talk. Ronan doesn't know much about cars, but he's either interested or fakes it very well; Kit feels him paying close attention, a warm presence at his elbow, watching as he points out this feature or that in the engine he rebuilt from the ground up.
Then ... SOME STUFF HAPPENS (including, according to my notes, a lot of flirting and a driving stick joke). They go to Canada to drink beer, and also they flirt a LOT and then end up having sex also a LOT, and THEN
They stumble through the door to the motel room, unco-ordinated and laughing. Nita and Ronan tip into another kiss, bumping their mouths together, and Kit thinks that he's never seen anything quite so hot.
He must be thinking pretty loudly because they pull back and turn to him. Nita is flushed pink, smiling, and Kit absolutely has to walk forward and kiss her sweet, familiar mouth, sinking into her mind as easily as he has ever done. He hasn't kissed her for a month, hasn't touched her, and he finds himself, almost to his surprise, dragging her hard against him. His hands are everywhere, so are hers, and he can feel her mind singing with the same joy and urgency that his is.
Then, suddenly, he hears/feels Ronan come up beside them and place a tentative hand in the small of his back. He feels... awkward, and Kit and Nita pull out of the kiss in a hurry and turn to him.
Ronan's shoulders are hunched and his eyes are dark. He looks hungry and distant and he's opening his mouth and Kit is suddenly a hundred per cent positive he knows what Ronan is going to say and he absolutely cannot say it, so he interrupts.
“Hey, Neets,” he says, not taking her eyes off Ronan. “Did I tell you I learned some fun new skills this summer?”
He feels Nita smile. “You may have mentioned something of the sort. What kind of skills, exactly?”
“Well,” says Kit, pulling away from Nita and walking Ronan easily back towards the bed, “how would you like it if I showed you rather than told you?” He only has half his mind on the banter: he's focussed on Ronan, on feeling him relax and give Kit the shy/challenging smile he's gotten used to seeing on Ronan when they're about to get naked, so he's sort of surprised when Nita makes an unbelievably hot noise. Kit gets hot and sees Ronan's eyes flick towards Nita and back to him, and then he's sitting down, suddenly, and sprawling back, a little bit like he couldn't keep standing.
“I think,” said Nita, “that's the best idea you've had all summer.”
“Me too,” said Kit, and dropped to his knees in front of Ronan.
He got as gasp each out of them that time, and grinned triumphantly, then looked at Ronan.
“OK?”
Ronan's eyes flashed and Kit grinned again, this time with relief. “Oh, I don't know,” said Ronan. “I suppose that sounds like fun.”
AND THEN THEY ALL HAVE SEX.
So okay, my question to you people is: Would you read any of these if I finished it, which one, maybe I can write it at you in the comments or something? Yes? I really would like to but I think it might be one of those things where I need public humiliation to get shit done.
