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   TITLE: Jukyō no tōchi? a.k.a. Confucian Reigns

   AUTHOR: kerk hiraeth

   FANDOM: X-over ~ Buffy the Vampire Slayer ( femalehusband!verse ); Good Omens (book);

   CHARACTER(s): Anathema Device; Newton Pulsifer; Tara Maclay; Faith Lehane;

   'SHIP(s): Newton Pulsifer/ Anathema Device; Faith Lehane/Tara Maclay;

   LENGTH: 666;

   RATING: PG (I guess as there's some suggestion of sexual content, but nothing explicit;

   A/N: Just a bit of speculative nonsense; timelines can be whatever you want them to be.

           This is Tara & Faith from ~ a version, at least, of the FemaleHusband!verse & Newton Pulsifer & Anathema Device from a version of the Good Omens Book!verse, set sometime in that world after the conclusion of the book; radio version & TV version totally ignored ~ easily, as I have pretty much forgotten the radio version, and have never seen and have, mostly, been able to ignore the TV version of Good Omens.

          Not sure the punn-y title really works, but I'm sticking with it.

          ~ This is dedicated* to the inestimable  elisi who has given me more help; friendship & hope than almost anyone else in my life.

         I hope she likes this wee thank you; even with all the slippery timey-wimey-ness...

 

 

    They were both thinking that having a book of predictions would be a useful thing right now. 

 “Confucius he say, 'the night to come will bear winds of great strength and breadth enough to darken the moon'.'“ 

 Anathema Device temporarily turned her mind from the flat tyre, and frowned at the passenger beside her. 

 “ Did your car just tell us it would be a dark and stormy night? “ 

 Newton Pulsifer attempted to shrug; he did not know how to explain his plastic Japanese vehicle suddenly spouting Chinese; he presumed it was Chinese, proverbs. 

 So he just kind of shuddered instead as he suddenly felt the car, very jerkily, being lifted off the ground; tipping the, safely seat-belted travellers, backwards. 

 He also ignored the fact that a young woman was kneeling to remove the flat tyre, while her companion began knocking on the driver's side window. 


 It was just the two of them; inside and out. 

 Just the two. 


 The woman at the window proffered a bag of cookies. Anethama, smiling, accepted the bag, took a small handful and passed them over to her boyfriend. 

 Fortunately for him, Newton Pulsifer was in too much of a state of shock to display his usual shocked smile that he, Newton Pulsifer, had an actual girlfriend. 

 A real girlfriend that he, Newton Pulsifer, was actually having real sex with. 


 From beside him, a Bostonian accent ~ he had watched Warlock many times as part of his research; certainly not at the behest of his former comrade, Witchfinder Sergeant Shadwell, who would not have approved ~ suddenly yelled, “ Roll me one. “ 


 Before he could point out that his Wasabi had no spare tyre, even in its miraculously reconditioned... er ~ condition... the woman disappeared from the window and rolled a spare tyre under where the front of the car should have been, presumably into the waiting hands of her ~ he had the disturbing notion that the two were lovers. 


 He wondered how red his face was getting as he fought his unwanted imagination; knowing that for certain, his girlfriend would know what was absolutely not trying to creep into his unwanted imagination. 


 He could almost hear Shadwell's admonishments to righteousness. 


 Disturbingly he seemed to be using Anathema's accent... 


 He risked a sideways glance. Finally he heard what she was actually saying. 


 “ … these are really very good. “ 


 They locked eyes. 
  He could see in them that she was well aware his girlfriend; Newton Pulsifer's girlfriend, was well aware the woman was a witch. What the woman changing the non-existent spare tyre was... well a mystery. 


 Suddenly his Wasabi interrupted his; their?, thoughts with a repeat of her confucing, Confusion... 


 He frowned. 
 His frown doubled its frown when he considered the almost cloudless November sky gleaming back down at him. 
 It wasn't even afternoon. 
 His car had never been prone to weather predictions either. 


 Then the Wasabi was slowly; and much more smoothly lowered to the ground. 


 Newton Pulsifer stared straight ahead, and not at the whispers the Cookie Lady was presenting to her... roommate's ear. The roommate grinned and could clearly be seen ~ but not by him ~ mouthing, 'Again?


 He felt guilty that they never even thought of... offering their rescuers a lift, but he was too busy not looking at the woman as she leant into the car; gently refusing to take the bag of cookies back from his, Newton Pulsifer, girlfriend. 


 He successfully fought off a smile once more. 


 “ If I were you, “ she suggested, “ I'd park, “ she paused glancing down, as if seeing the plasticity of the Wasabi for the first time, “ at the Rail Station, and take the train to Yorkshire. “ 


 This time Newton Pulsifer glanced at his girlfriend. 
 Anathema was ~ not staring ~ er, glancing back at him. 


 How had she known they were off to visit Anathema's ancestral home? 


 “ It's going to be a dark and stormy night. “ 


 So intent were they on getting to the Train Station that they didn't see where the two women had disappeared for their... ~ uhm, picnic. 



   Fanart of Newton Pulsifer and Anathema Device from Good Omens

   tio-trile.tumblr.com/post/114108619069/requests-well-we-havent-seen-your-headcanon

    
   

 

That dedication ~ This comes from 'The Storied Life of A.J. Fikry' and consists of a note he is writing to his adopted daughter, Maya, about a story he is reccomending to her. ' Maya, perhaps you don't know that I had a wife before Amelia and a profession before I became a bookseller. I was once married to a woman named Nicole Evans. I love her very much. She died in a car accident, and a large part of me was dead for a long time after, probably until I found you.

 

( to elisi, there's a lot more, but I wanted to include the first paragraph ~ the rest you can read when you get to the copy of the book I sent to you ~ before I added the sentence that matters most here. Little of this is specific to the two of us, but the intent of what I am trying to say is expressed in these last words. You know more about my life than most anyone else and you still seem to like me. That means more than I can truly express. This story is just a small gift to say thank you. )

 

' … if you're ever interested in reading more about the things your dad did in another life'.

 

~ A.J.F.

 

 

May the Goddess watch over you and all you love,

kerk hiraeth

 

 

 

 

 

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     TITLE: Chasing Amy

   AUTHOR: kerk_hiraeth

   FANDOM(s): Firefly; Doctor Who (2005);

   LENGTH: 100;

   CHARACTER(s): Malcolm Reynolds; Jayne Cobb; The Doctor (Matt Smith); The TARDIS & Serenity;

   'SHIP(s): none;

   SUMMARY: A big blue box with a terrible driver; a tired captain with security far too enamoured with their g--- uns...

   A/N: The Doctor is lost somewhere in those extra two years between Fish Custard and the night before Amy's wedding in The Eleventh Hour; Mal & Jayne are somewhere post-Our Mrs. Reynolds. Simples. Just a bit of light comic confusionism (sorry ;-) )...

 

   ~ Dedicated to elisi; my greatest support, and angeria; for whom this was originally written, and who I think never did get to read it, I hope they are well and happy; wherever they are. Translations can be found here https://firefly.fandom.com/wiki/Dictionary ~ 

 

 

     Mal wondered how in the ruttin' 'verse a big blue box got aboard Serenity when they was still two days off planetfall.

 

   “What you aimin' to do with Amy?

 

   “I aims to shoot the lock off, “ Jayne growled.

 

   Then a door opened, followed by a chai neow face.

 

   “Ni how, “ the owner of the face waved and, though puzzled, ignored Mal studying Amy curiously, before giving Jayne a disapproving frown.

 

   “That's not the Amy I'm looking for.

 

   Too míhuò to react they watched the face disappear back inside the box; itself vanishing moments afterward.

 

   “Wuh de ma,” they muttered in unison.

 

 


    
Mal in floral bonnet; Jayne in Cowboy hat from 'Our Mrs. Reynolds;



     Goddess watch over you,

 

     kerk

 

     ps. Now with added AO3 archiveofourown.org/works/28452162 

 


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     TITLE: Happiness is a Warm Gunn

     AUTHOR: kerk_hiraeth

     FANDOM: Angel the Series; post-NFA (coda for my au x-over story The Loneliness of the Long Distance Hero – see the link below for full list of x-overs)

     LENGTH: 150;

     CHARACTERS: Charles Gunn; Alonna Gunn (in abstentia); Cordelia Chase; Illyria; Gwen Raiden; River Song;

     'SHIPS: None; except the familial one; though there were canon ones between Gunn & Gwen &(if only by implied future possibility) Gunn & Cordy;

     A/N: This is my first story since February 2017. Not wishing to discuss too much the 'hell' I've been through; nor the good times & moments, I shall just instead thank with all my heart the inestimable [personal profile] elisi without whose persistent faith; encouragement & friendship this moment would not have come. Not only for that, but for the fact that the story that inspired this was written for her as well.

             Here is the link to that earlier story (please comment on that here if you wish to comment on that as well, as I no longer have proper access to that old account) kerkevik.livejournal.com/193908.html .

 

 

        The fight kept bringing them back to him; or they brought it back with them for surety that he hadn't fled the field with his still oozing blood.

     Illyria surely sensed her; Gwen paused for a few moments too. As his senses failed he thought he smelt and heard that piratical woman with the hair as well.

     Kneeling in his blood; the oily rainwater, and other stuff she never touched him; just stared and worked to keep him awake.

     Only when; his eyes long closed, he heard a breath, then her voice softly singing the same song he'd sung to help her sleep did she take him; slipping into sleep, into the warmth of her embracing arms.

     His last thought as he felt the comfort of knowing that he would wake; in this world, was appreciating the fact that Cordy had known how much seeing Alonna again would heal him.

 

 

 

      For true love is inexhaustible; the more you give, the more you have. And if you go to draw at the true fountainhead, the more water you draw, the more abundant is its flow. Antoine de Saint-Exupery


 

      kerk hiraeth

 

 

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