[identity profile] raynedanser.livejournal.com
Fandom: Shelter
Title: Family
Author: raynedanser
Pairing: Shaun/Zach
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~ 530
Author's Notes: Part of the Angst vs Schmoop Challenge at [livejournal.com profile] shelter_diner

As birthdays went, it wasn't much different than many others. A warm day spent at the beach with family, good friends, good food and the people he loved most. However, this one was special. This one would be the first birthday since he and Shaun had gotten together. Zach smiled and opened the back of his Jimmy, hefted a cooler and began the walk down the path to the beach.

Half way down, Gabe took the cooler from him. “Beer? I'll carry that,” Gabe informed him.

Zach smiled and surrendered the cooler. Little did Gabe know, the cooler with the food was already at the beach with Shaun and Cody.

“So, what did my brother get you?” Gabe asked, leaning in conspiratorially.

Zach shook his head. “Nothing.”

[and now. . . the rest of the story]
[identity profile] raynedanser.livejournal.com
So, a while back, I'd asked for bunny prompts. Life got carried away with the end of the school year, landscaping (we're still in the wrecking and destroying phase) and holidays and birthdays and graduations. (oh my!)

I bet you folks thought I'd forgotten, didn't you? Or hell, maybe you guys did too. ;-)

As before, these vary in length.

So - [livejournal.com profile] allyndra asked for Noodles. And so I bring you Noodles

[livejournal.com profile] dragontatt asked for the Gilroy Garlic Festival

And lastly, [livejournal.com profile] yana_ambf asked for curiousity. . . . (whew boy!) Cody was curious. . . .

And that concludes the five prompts! The other two that I'd managed to get done (and on time) can be found HERE
[identity profile] raynedanser.livejournal.com
Because I'm fighting with uncooperative bunnies, last night I posted asking people for prompts. And even though I wound up with 7 instead of 5, I'm going to try and tackle them all. ;-)

For the wife, [livejournal.com profile] bellamyrose
Prompt: Splatters
Rated: PG

For [livejournal.com profile] bringonbluesky
Prompt: Skiing
Rating: PG

More to follow soon! :-D

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Feb. 16th, 2009 08:30 pm
[identity profile] raynedanser.livejournal.com
So um. I wasn't happy with the batch I originally did WAY BACK WHEN. I had a different computer and, apparently, a really crappy monitor. Now, I have a shiny new computer and a different monitor and since they were bugging me, I redid them. :-D

The Rules:
1. See it? Like it.
2. Take it? Comment.
3. Use it? Please Credit ([livejournal.com profile] raynedanser)
4. Customize it? Go for it.

Samples:


// The rest of the icons //
[identity profile] raynedanser.livejournal.com
TITLE: Gifted Season
AUTHOR: Den / [livejournal.com profile] raynedanser
RATING: PG
Word Count: 883
SUMMARY: Christmas Morning
A/N: Many thanks to [livejournal.com profile] bellamyrose, [livejournal.com profile] lukataintedlove and [livejournal.com profile] dawnofme for the beta help and to [livejournal.com profile] dawnofme for the title help.


Zach pulled the light comforter up over Cody's shoulder and kissed his temple. "Night, Codes," he whispered against the sleeping child's hair. Cody stirred once as Zach turned the light off and left the room.

All around their apartment, Christmas decorations glittered and sparkled brightly, all leading the way further into the living room where a tall, heavily decorated tree dominated the room. Shaun was crouched in front of the tree in his bright blue fuzzy bathrobe, pushing a couple more gifts underneath its branches.

"No shaking the boxes, remember? Didn't we just get done telling Cody that?" Zach teased.

// The Rest of the Fic //
[identity profile] raynedanser.livejournal.com
TITLE: Time Passes
AUTHOR: Den / [livejournal.com profile] raynedanser
RATING: PG
Word Count: 878
SUMMARY: What happens when Cody is nearly grown and Jeanne comes to see him?
SPOILERS: Not really.
You can find the rest of my Shelter goodies Right Here
A/N: Many thanks to my wife, [livejournal.com profile] bellamyrose, for the quick n' dirty last minute beta. *smooches* Love you baby.
A/N #2: Perhaps it needs mentioning that this isn't my usual happy go lucky fic? ;-)

***********

The door snicked shut behind him and Cody dropped his backpack and keys onto the table in the hall. Alberta had been there today. Though the apartment was always kept neat, today the deep, rich wood gleamed extra bright. He kicked off his shoes into the corner and walked slowly down the hall to the living room. There, he came to an abrupt stop.

Usually his Uncle Zach was in the large, brightly lit living room sketching. Or at the very least, he would be out on the patio. Today, he was no where to be found and neither was Shaun. No. Instead, his mother, a woman he hadn't seen or spoken to in the last five years, sat on the leather sofa. She stubbed out a cigarette in the ashtray on the coffee table in front of her and stood nervously, wiping the palms of her hands on her faded jeans.

Time had not been kind to her and wrinkles had set in around her eyes, her hair was limp and lifeless. She looked like she had been beaten down by life as she tiredly sat back down.

“Cody,” she said quietly.



// The rest of it //
[identity profile] raynedanser.livejournal.com
TITLE: Between the Lines
AUTHOR: Den / [livejournal.com profile] raynedanser
RATING: PG
SUMMARY: Written for the prompts requested HERE. [livejournal.com profile] rdg64 wanted between Shaun and Zach's kiss and when Zach went to Shaun's the next night. 689 words of Shaun's confusion and frustration. ;-)
SPOILERS: Not really.
You can find the rest of my Shelter goodies Right Here
A/N: Many thanks to [livejournal.com profile] trumpeterofdoom for the quick n' dirty last minute beta. *smooches*

***********


The sun was high overhead when Shaun opened his eyes ever so slowly and stared at the empty space next to him. A couple of pillows lay haphazardly discarded from when Zach had left. Shaun reached his hand out, touching the spot where Zach had slept, now cool to the touch, before rolling over and groaning.

“Definitely too much to drink,” he grumbled. Within moments, the rest of the night's events came back to him, worrying at him. Had he gone overboard? Had it been too much? There'd always been something between him and Zach, something he'd always pushed aside. Until now. What was so different about now?

He stood up stiffly and went inside the house to find coffee and aspirin, muttering and swearing to himself about stupid mistakes and never learning as he went.

// You want it all, don't you? //
[identity profile] raynedanser.livejournal.com
I've started banging out the fics based on the prompts you guys gave me in comments to this post. More probably tomorrow. The problem now is reigning the bunnies in. I have LOTS of bunnies now! *g* (gee, thanks guys)

TITLE: Grit
AUTHOR: Den / [livejournal.com profile] raynedanser
RATING: PG
SUMMARY: Written for the prompts requested HERE. [livejournal.com profile] true_enough asked for fic based on the pic below. What I got was 181 words of ... stuff. And fluff. :D
SPOILERS: Not really.
You can find the rest of my Shelter goodies Right Here





// Onward to the fic //




TITLE: Last Words
AUTHOR: Den / [livejournal.com profile] raynedanser
RATING: PG
SUMMARY: Written for the prompts requested HERE. [livejournal.com profile] rdg64 asked for a "Glimpse at before: Shaun moving out on his ex?" I managed to sneak out 184 words. ;-)
SPOILERS: Not really.

// More Fic Thisa Way //
[identity profile] raynedanser.livejournal.com
TITLE: Going through the Motions
AUTHOR: Den / [livejournal.com profile] raynedanser
RATING: PG
SUMMARY: Zach has had "a day" and just wants quiet and coffee when he gets home. What he gets instead isn't quite that.
SPOILERS: Not really.
A/N: Prompt from [livejournal.com profile] true_enough after our discussion the other night. Many thanks to the wife, [livejournal.com profile] bellamyrose for the looksee.
You can find the rest of my Shelter goodies Right Here

This was written on the premise that Shaun knew karate. I"m thinking THAT because during one of the scenes before he and Zach hooked up, he was working on his book and pacing out a fight scene and he did some basic karate steps that my son has worked on (which also leads me to think he knows the same form of karate). So yeah, this is written based off that idea. ;-)

******


When Zach turned his key in the lock on the apartment door, the only thing he wanted right then was a hot cup of coffee. Peace and quiet would be good, too, but he'd settle for the coffee right now. He nudged the door open and stopped, staring.

The furniture had been pushed to one side of the room and Shaun and Cody were in the center. Shaun had his karate uniform on, black belt wrapped around his waist and knotted snugly. Cody was on the floor in front of him in sweat pants, feet apart, hands just so as he tried to mimic Shaun's moves.

After a few minutes, Cody sat down and Shaun began the form again. Zach watched as Shaun went through the steps of the form, hands and feet snapping into place, the kicks a little more subdued because of the apartment. Every so often, a sharp “Hyah!” would punctuate a pivot and a kick and then Shaun's body would lock into position again.

// Want the rest of it? //
[identity profile] raynedanser.livejournal.com
TITLE: Completion
AUTHOR: Den / [livejournal.com profile] raynedanser
RATING: PG
SUMMARY: What happens when Jeanne finally does something that isn't selfish?
SPOILERS: Not really.
A/N: Part of the Finally Home 'verse. More glimpses into their every day life. You can find the rest of my Shelter stuff HERE

As Zach stared at the envelope on the table in front of him, he was glad Shaun and Cody were out for the moment, though a quick glance at the clock assured him that yes, they would be back anytime. Jeanne's small, almost illegible handwriting addressed the thick envelope to both him and Shaun. He held the envelope with one hand and tapped the fingertips of his other hand against it. He had a pretty good idea what was in there, but was he ready to see it in black and white? He didn't know.

Finally, he inhaled deeply and slid his finger under the flap, breaking the seal and pulling it open. He pulled the thick paperwork out and stared. The top sheet was a letter from Jeanne, short and to the point. He exhaled slowly and set the papers on the table top, then rested his head in his hands and closed his eyes. This was how Shaun found him a few minutes later when they got home

// the rest in a fully unlocked post *g* //
[identity profile] raynedanser.livejournal.com
Shelter - Shaun/Zach - Rated PG - 846 Words
Many thanks to [livejournal.com profile] joshysleo for the handholding. Love ya darlin!
Find my other Shelter posts HERE

A/N - YOU GUYS. These boys are eating my brain. (Not like there's a lot there to feast on, but still) I have wee bunny ideas for... Well, lots of things. ;-) Like a LIST of things I want to do fic for. *facepalm* Help?

Zach pulled back from the hug Shaun held him in, but kept his hands on Shaun's hips. He just wasn't quite ready to let go yet. He'd messed up enough and had so much to make up for, including this.

“So, um, when you said anything -” Zach began. He moved his hands up and began fiddling with a couple of buttons on Shaun's shirt.

“I meant anything. What? What is it?”

Zach exhaled and pulled back a little from Shaun. “Jeanne's leaving for Oregon today.”

// fic onward!! //

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May. 20th, 2008 11:12 am
[identity profile] raynedanser.livejournal.com
I'm not big on effects and gimmicks and major tinkering with my icons. I prefer pretty, clear bases. I love lighting effects, scenery shots, angles and profiles. You won't find icons that are over done with brushes, textures, etc here.

Otherwise, my usual iconing rules apply. All screen caps are my own.

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3. Use it? Credit [livejournal.com profile] raynedanser please.
4. Customize it? Go for it.
5. Please do not take the icon I am posting with. ;-) Thanks.

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// Onward to the icons //
[identity profile] raynedanser.livejournal.com
Man, I hate playing with nerve bunnies. It's so nerve wracking. In the meantime, here's just one possibility of how the talk with Gabe could have gone.

450 words of Shaun and Gabe

Shaun walked slowly back into the noisy, well lit house. Behind him, he could hear Zach as he ground through the gears of his Blazer, a sure sign he was upset. Shaun closed the door and went to the kitchen to find a beer. He kept walking through the house, painfully aware that Gabe was hot on his heels as he climbed the stairs slowly. He dragged his hand lightly along the iron railing, trying not to remember that first night not so long ago.

His room was quieter than downstairs had been, but even with the door closed, he could still hear the noise. He sat on his bed and took a long pull off the beer bottle before placing it carefully on the floor.

// The rest of the bunnies //

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