self-indulgent 'cest
May. 14th, 2005 12:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wisdomeagleGirlfriend's plane is delayed and I didn't get an awful lot (read, any) sleep, but this fic has been stuck in my head all day and it will satisfy no one but me, but what the heck. Also, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cheese_munkey wanted me to post it. Flocked for the moment. For obvious reasons.
Title: "Undertow"
Fandom: Veronica Mars
Pairing: Keith/Veronica.
Rating: R
Warnings: Father-daughter incest. I am seriously NOT KIDDING.
Spoilers: Through "Leave it to Beaver."
Disclaimer: Rob Thomas, not me.
Words: a mere 609
Veronica kissed her father and he was hers, her own father flesh and blood and he'd given her everything, everything, and thought she wasn't his but she was, she was, his only daughter and beloved. She didn't hesitate but kissed his cheek and her mouth missed somehow that she hadn't anticipated and ended up kissing his mouth, only for a few seconds, but she loved him, loved him, her own father, blood of her blood, DNA of her crazy mismatched DNA.
She kissed her father again when she told him Leanne had left. Lied, and told him her mother had simply split. Did not tell him about the vodka in the Evian bottle or about the suitcase she'd made her mother pack. He sat on her bed and nodded, accepting, but she didn't want him to be accepting. She wanted him to be Daddy, to be happy, to want to get Mom back even though she knew that Mom was not coming back, that it was just the two of them.
She hoped the kisses she placed on his forehead were redemption, forgiveness, because he had doubted her, because they'd doubted each other, because they'd never really believed until now that they belonged to each other. And the kisses covered his forehead and his cheeks and his mouth, and finally he said, "Veronica, no."
Then she pulled away and aimed for her most brilliant smile but ended up in tears on the foot of her bed, and her father put a hand on her back, gently, massaging slow circles of peace until she didn't remember why she'd been crying in the first place, just that her father was there to comfort her. And the more pains there were, the more comfort there was, and she knew what she was doing and didn't care.
And Veronica kissed her father again, he didn't say no, but put his finger to her lips and after a long time whispered, "Veronica, you should know better."
"I'm always supposed to know," she said. "How will I know if you never show me anything, if you never share anything with me?"
He turned his back to her and she knew she had won, because the next night he kissed her first, on the cheek, like was always normal, and then turned to her expectantly. "I give up, Veronica Mars. You're too much," he said, and she kissed him. He kissed back and she swallowed hard because she still feared this, remembered this not-at-all through GHB and the boy who wasn't her brother after all, wasn't bloodkin, wasn't hers.
"There could never be anyone else," she said. "No one else owns my heart."
"Someday, when you're older. There will be others, better -- not family. Not me." And she knew he was trying to pull away again so she pulled him further into the kiss, further out to sea, and she knew they were caught in the undertow together. There would never be anyone else.
When she pulled him down she called him Daddy and she could feel him catch his breath, somewhere far above her. The echoes of the seashore thundered in her ears and she could hardly hear him say Veronica, could barely hear his I love you in the roar of remembrance. And Lilly was gone and Mom was gone and Logan was gone and she was alone.
Except she never left her father's side, and he never left hers, and they were in this together, forever and ever, richer or poorer, and he was gentle-harsh and when she kissed him he was familiar and familial and father, her father. And she loved him.
cheese_munkey wanted me to post it. Flocked for the moment. For obvious reasons.Title: "Undertow"
Fandom: Veronica Mars
Pairing: Keith/Veronica.
Rating: R
Warnings: Father-daughter incest. I am seriously NOT KIDDING.
Spoilers: Through "Leave it to Beaver."
Disclaimer: Rob Thomas, not me.
Words: a mere 609
Veronica kissed her father and he was hers, her own father flesh and blood and he'd given her everything, everything, and thought she wasn't his but she was, she was, his only daughter and beloved. She didn't hesitate but kissed his cheek and her mouth missed somehow that she hadn't anticipated and ended up kissing his mouth, only for a few seconds, but she loved him, loved him, her own father, blood of her blood, DNA of her crazy mismatched DNA.
She kissed her father again when she told him Leanne had left. Lied, and told him her mother had simply split. Did not tell him about the vodka in the Evian bottle or about the suitcase she'd made her mother pack. He sat on her bed and nodded, accepting, but she didn't want him to be accepting. She wanted him to be Daddy, to be happy, to want to get Mom back even though she knew that Mom was not coming back, that it was just the two of them.
She hoped the kisses she placed on his forehead were redemption, forgiveness, because he had doubted her, because they'd doubted each other, because they'd never really believed until now that they belonged to each other. And the kisses covered his forehead and his cheeks and his mouth, and finally he said, "Veronica, no."
Then she pulled away and aimed for her most brilliant smile but ended up in tears on the foot of her bed, and her father put a hand on her back, gently, massaging slow circles of peace until she didn't remember why she'd been crying in the first place, just that her father was there to comfort her. And the more pains there were, the more comfort there was, and she knew what she was doing and didn't care.
And Veronica kissed her father again, he didn't say no, but put his finger to her lips and after a long time whispered, "Veronica, you should know better."
"I'm always supposed to know," she said. "How will I know if you never show me anything, if you never share anything with me?"
He turned his back to her and she knew she had won, because the next night he kissed her first, on the cheek, like was always normal, and then turned to her expectantly. "I give up, Veronica Mars. You're too much," he said, and she kissed him. He kissed back and she swallowed hard because she still feared this, remembered this not-at-all through GHB and the boy who wasn't her brother after all, wasn't bloodkin, wasn't hers.
"There could never be anyone else," she said. "No one else owns my heart."
"Someday, when you're older. There will be others, better -- not family. Not me." And she knew he was trying to pull away again so she pulled him further into the kiss, further out to sea, and she knew they were caught in the undertow together. There would never be anyone else.
When she pulled him down she called him Daddy and she could feel him catch his breath, somewhere far above her. The echoes of the seashore thundered in her ears and she could hardly hear him say Veronica, could barely hear his I love you in the roar of remembrance. And Lilly was gone and Mom was gone and Logan was gone and she was alone.
Except she never left her father's side, and he never left hers, and they were in this together, forever and ever, richer or poorer, and he was gentle-harsh and when she kissed him he was familiar and familial and father, her father. And she loved him.
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Date: 2005-05-18 03:09 am (UTC)...Am quite honestly a bit disturbed, because I don't generally go for such a large age gap in hetcest & you invoked "blood of her blood" (which just disturbs me in so many ways for other fandoms, although I totally buy the Valentine sibcest...). But the repetition in that "blood of her blood" sentence starts building Veronica's obsession, which has always been my no. 1 kink. XD Plus, you write them as tooth-rottingly sweet and gentle as KusanagixYuzuriha (clamp, X, huuuge age difference, het, and Yuzu-chan is only 14), so I could probably get used to the pairing. Especially if I saw more of the series. I also really respond well to the descriptions of sound, woven into the sea imagery near the end of the fic. Pretty!
....w0000000000000t you posted! <3333333333
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Date: 2005-05-18 04:05 pm (UTC)tooth-rottingly sweet and gentle
WHeeeeee, so pretty.
Yeah. It really disturbed me too, esp. that this should be the thing that I came up w/ as comfortfic when feeling really rotten/exhausted that night, but yeah. I am so nuts about them. As you well know from repeated stroking of desktop background and shiny screencaps.
And using the "blood of my blood" thing also kind of triggered me w/ the Beka connection, but since it's like my favorite line ever, it just needs to be repeated. Because oh yes. There is Ignatius-Beka love (which would probably transform into a / if you left me alone in a room with it, 'cos, sick.)
<3 Yaaay you read it!
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Date: 2005-05-30 05:40 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-05-31 02:24 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-04-26 12:29 am (UTC)...
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meep.
Oh, be still my heart.
Yes.
I mean, I think I've been looking for this fic since the pilot. Needed it since then.
Because it would be exactly all these things, dark and bitter but honest and just... GAH. Oh god, you don't know how happy I am to discover that I'm not the only one (though this does remind me of a conversation I had once about whether or not the internet wasn't simply a way for perverts to find social validation - which I'd dwell on if I wasn't so easily distracted by all the shiny shiny fics).
Oh, dear, sorry, I'll stop rambling now (I could go on for pages about them). I'll just say that this is beautiful and aching and poetic and so completely them and just... just... *glomp*. Thank you ever so very much for sharing this.
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Date: 2007-04-28 12:13 am (UTC)though this does remind me of a conversation I had once about whether or not the internet wasn't simply a way for perverts to find social validation -
Probably. But I'm okay with that. *g*
Thank you ever so very much for sharing this.
You're very welcome. It's there for those who want it. :)