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And yet another...

Title: When A Door Closes
Author: Riley Cannon
Fandom: Highlander
Pairing: Duncan/Methos
Rated: PG-13
Warnings: Angst and sap.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be, no money made.

Summary: About a year after To Be/Not to Be Duncan finds himself at loose ends...

a universe where no silly HL movies were ever made after the series ended...Collapse )
13 August 2008 @ 03:02 pm
Dredging another up old one, also archived nowhere that I know of.

Title: Requiescat En Pace
Author: Riley Cannon
Fandom: Highlander
Pairing: None
Warnings: None I can think of.
Diclaimer: Not mine, never will be, no money made.

Summary made: Methos-as-Adam, learning of the death of Darius.

Methos stood well back in the shadows...Collapse )</>
Okay, I knew something was wonky about what I posted yesterday, that something was missing, and sure enough, when I was able to locate a print out copy of the story, there were indeed some bits and pieces missing. Sorry about that. Also, it had been beta'd, by Ellen and Killa. So, here -- in two parts because the tweaks, small as they were, still added just a squidge too much for one post -- here it is again for briggitt, if no one else... :)

Title: Over The Rainbow
Author: Riley Cannon
Fandom: Highlander
Pairing: Duncan/Methos
Warnings: Angst, sap, the usual drill from me.
Diclaimer: Not mine, never will be, zero money made.

Summary: Post-Bordeaux, w/ fantasy dream elements.

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This is one of the last Highlander fics I wrote, almost exactly ten years ago, before a certain pair of prison inmates proceeded to consume my fannish time. It's one that sort of went missing, though, as it had been on a site separate from my own (now mostly defunct and abandoned) web site -- and somewhere along the line that site disappeared, and this story with it. I think the story must have been posted to some D/M Yahoo groups lists back in the day, but don't ask me which one. I'm also guessing it had been beta'd, but if not -- apologies in advance for any typos and the like.

Title: Over The Rainbow
Author: Riley Cannon
Fandom: Highlander, the series
Pairing: Duncan/Methos
Rating: R, I think; I'm not recalling any really explicit content anyway.
Warnings: Angst, sap, the usual drill from me.

Summary: A post-Bordeaux fic, w/ fantasy dream elements.

As he approached the barge, Duncan MacLeod...Collapse )
29 January 2008 @ 03:13 pm
Everything's okay. I've only temporarily deleted my LJ as an experiement, to see if that will clear up the problems I've been having with it. I've tried everything else. Fixing my preferences so that any image or vid posted on my flist is replaced with a placeholder; using filters; briefly upgrading to a free plus acct. but dumping that because the ads were only making it all worse... *sigh*

I don't know what the problem is, but it's definitely related directly to LJ, because as messed up as this computer is, it works fine until I come over, then it all goes wonky and grinds to a literal halt about the instant I get logged in and check my flist.

Maybe this is LJ's sinister way of "encouraging" us to have paid accounts? (I'm kidding -- I think -- because there were plenty of problems even when it was a paid account.)

Anyway, I will reactivate the account in a couple of days and see if that helped any. Probably not, but it seemed worth a shot, and I honestly didn't think anyone would even notice. My apologies to anyone who may have been concerned.

ETA: Hmm, and apparently this account is okay. A little slow, but nothing on the wanting-to-pull-my-hair-out-and-break-something scale of my main LJ.
18 January 2008 @ 12:47 pm
Well, it's not like I haven't written anything at all in the past year or so, and possibly there exists evidence to contradict me, but it does feel like a very long time since I was able to post something with any real substance, anything that ran longer than two or three pages and didn't read like just a snippet of fic. To be honest, I wasn't expecting that to change anytime soon, and heaven knows when it might happen again ... but for now ... WHEEEE!!!! (I'd insert my Snoopy Dance of Joy icon here, but do not have access to it.)

Huge, tremendous, ginormous thanks must go out to callmeri who not only rescued this from oblivion, but encouraged me to just go ahead and post both endings, and then proceeded to deliver one of the most kickass wonderful beta experiences of my fannish life. There are times when proofreading is enough, but this was one of those moments when it took the eyes, and experience, of another writer to get me through it all, and I cannot express my gratitude enough. {{hugs}} Any reamining mistakes are entirely mine.

Anyway, that's enough about me, here's the story...

Title: Doing Time
Subject: Oz, canon-based
Disclaimer: Tom Fontana created them, saw the magic, two amazing actors brought them to life; I just can't stop wondering what if and playing in the sandbox. The only profit made is the (sometimes hair-pulling) pleasure of writing them, and knowing others enjoy it all too.

Warning: Umm, there's some angst. There's no smut. That's about it.

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18 January 2008 @ 12:26 pm
Here's the original ending, that nearly derailed the entire story until Rizzo convinced me everything was all right and made me see the light. *g*

Hmm...Collapse )
18 January 2008 @ 12:25 pm
And here's the alternative ending, which is the same but different. ;)

Toby took his time driving home...Collapse )
17 December 2007 @ 11:24 am
This was inspired by the current hardtime100 challenge, #129 - Oz Ink. It contains loving sensuality between two adult males.


Chris bit his lip, trying not to squirm as Toby’s industrious fingers stroked along the inside of his thigh. Not that he minded, of course, but… “You plan on doing anything while you’re down there?”

“Mmm.” Toby turned his head, hair tickling across Chris’ groin, and planted a warm, wet kiss right smack dab on the butterfly.

Barely given a chance to absorb that sensation, Chris gasped, stomach muscles contracting and fluttering as he felt Toby tracing the outline of the butterfly with his tongue. “Christ…”

His shoulders had come up off the thin mattress, and he reached down to stroke Toby’s head, fingers threading through golden hair. He shuddered again, setting back into the bunk, a deep sigh easing out of him, fingers still stroking Toby’s head as it rested on his stomach now.

“Tell me about this?” Toby asked, exploring the tat again. “Why did you get it?”

Not sure what to say, or how to say it, Chris went for flippant. “’Cause I thought it’d look pretty and get me laid.”

Toby snorted, and kissed his belly. “Try again, Keller.”

“Beech…” He sighed. “Why’s it have to mean anything, Toby?”

“Why do you have to make a production out of every question I ask you?”

“You calling me a drama queen? That’s rich.”

“If the tiara fits…”

Chris sighed again, shifting around in a futile attempt to get more comfortable. It wasn’t a secret or anything, just sort of embarrassing. Maybe Toby wouldn’t laugh, though? he wondered, thinking how he’d really like to risk it.

“It’s the,” he hesitated, whispered it, “the metamorphosis,” and waited for Toby to call him out on knowing a high-falutin’ word like that..

When no mockery came, he let out the breath he’d been holding and stretched out some more.

“I thought…maybe having that on my body, part of me, could give me some of its power,” he went on after another moment. Saying it out loud like that, it did sound kind of stupid, but Toby wasn’t laughing, so it was okay.

“That would be a good power,” Toby said, slowly scooting up his body, planting kisses along the way, “to be reborn.”

It was more than good. It was fucking out of this world, Chris thought, feeling transformed for the hundredth and one time as Toby’s head lowered to kiss his mouth again.