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Title: a nation of two
Theme/day: 9/22) private star systems
Series: post FE10
Character/pairing:
Summary: Post series. Of cohabitation and the roles of Knight and Sorceress which are never quite put away. SquallRinoa
Rating: G
Word count: 751
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comment_fic: Squall/Rinoa, moving in together / 11) Das Reich der Zwei – the nation of two The Gauntlet.
The title is a reference to Mother Night by Kurt Vonnegut.
Their first place together is a small summerhouse that her father owns, a place which he lends to Squall with suspicious, disgruntled eyes. A part of him is still unwilling to give up the little girl who sat on his lap and begged to be bounced and wore crowns of flowers like a princess. Or at least that’s what Quistis says, Quistis who has practically become their personal unpaid therapist. She tells Squall when he’s being stupid and whenever something goes wrong, it is inevitably her who is called whenever Rinoa needs to vent that Squall Is Being A Stupid Boy Again.
The house in question is a cozy place with white shutters and blue paint. There are flowers in the backyard, because while Rinoa doesn’t have a green thumb, she loves flowers and keeps trying despite the legions of dead houseplants. (She always cries on his shoulder about this I’m a plant killer, she says, I’m surpised I haven’t killed Angelo yet.)
He always brings home flowers the day after that. Potted, not the kind you buy in regular florist’s shops that men usually give to the girl they love. These too will inevitably die, but she is happy for a little while.
It isn’t for lack of care that they die, but surfeit of attention. She waters them too much and chatters away fro she’d once read that plants breathe in the breath humans breathed out. Not only that, at times leaves turn to silver and buds to feathers at her touch. Once, a whole Petunia turned into a gold ring while she talked with him and touched its leaves.
She is as always, mercurial and predictable. The weather changes with her and the days turn cloudy when she is angry. Once, when she was particularly angry at a neighbor (for some snide comment, or something, no one can remember) a whole thunderstorm erupted in a sky which had previously been clear. It is useful at times, for she can make pots of water boil instantly. Ice never freezes their doors, and a single glare would make flood waters recede. In a time where Sorceresses are relegated to folklore, she remains the last in a long line. Sometimes, she doesn’t even understand it as she twains her fingers and the temperature goes up. As long as she is happy,
the room will always remain comfortable, even if the heater goes out.
Squall is her knight still, even with the world safe. He always will be, and even to protect her from herself if need be. He guards her secret carefully, even if she might let it slip while out buying supplies. If he needed to, he would draw his Gunblade again for her sake. He’d start wars for her sake and die for her sake.
She knows, and he knows that she knows. This connection is what he supposes is called love.
When it grows late, they walk Angelo together. At night Angelo jumps into their bed, and Rinoa always laughs and lets him sleep over their feet even if the sheets get covered in dog hair.
Here with her is a place so separate as to cross lines and borders. He does not view it as a part of the world he lives in, his government job given to him by the father he never knew. Theirs is a place that is sublime in its happiness, where peace and serenity come simply by entry after a long day. Here he can find the meaning of that mysterious word that everyone revered and no one really knew what it meant. With Rinoa anything was possible. Flowers could turn to gold and ice to water to vapor in her hands. And by that magic, even he was learning to open up. Through kisses at the corner of his mouth and impromptu dances in the kitchen to her favorite song, through walks and her hand slipped through his.
Here is a land of him and her and the intimacy and peace that he’s never know, but is learning slowly how to feel.
Title: That One Time Where Cloud Got Stalked By A Chocobo
Series: FFVII
Character/Pairing: Cloud, Tifa, Chocobo
Rating: PG
Word Count: 345
A/N:comment_fic: Any Final Fantasy, Chocobo + cast, curious chocobo is curious
The Chocobo had followed him all week. Every time he looked back, he’d see it, chirping and looking at him hopefully. Cloud really wasn’t used to being stalked by Chocobos, especially ones that snuck in the inn and tried to sneak into bed with him. All his Chocobo affairs had been strictly aloof, it was Aerith who had been into snuggling and petting them and calling them Goldie and Snookums. He just guided them where to go and left the care to others.
He couldn’t really figure out why this one in particular had taken a liking to him. He certainly hadn’t encouraged this Chocobo’s curiosity. Especially when it’d barged into his shower and made cooing noises at him.
So Cloud did the only thing he could when things got strange: he asked Tifa. She was out near the stables, throwing punches to the air. She never went halfway on her training wether it was hand-to-hand combat or serving drinks.
Tifa smiled when she caught sight of him and tightened her gloves.
“Hey.”
He looked behind. It was still following him.
“Something up?”
She looked from him to the Chocobo stalker. She raised an eyebrow.
“Someone has an admirer.”
“What?” he said.
Tifa chuckled. “Isn’t it obvious? Your hair looks just like a Chocobo. He’s in love with you.”
She cuffed his shoulder affectionately. The Chocobo gave an indignant squawk and quickly ran towards them. When it was close enough, the Chocobo promptly began to nuzzle a bit closer to him. It sent a surreptitious glare Tifa’s way, but only when Cloud gave her a pained help I’m being molested by a Chocobo look.
“So you better get a haircut, unless you want to be his girlfriend.”
Cloud ran his hands through his hair. This was almost as bad as the time he’d had to wear a pink dress.
Title: Starstruck
Series: Nana
Day/Theme: 9/23) the ultimate reality
Character/pairing: Nana/Hachi
Rating: G
Word count: 189
Author’s Note:comment_fic: Nana/Hachi, Starstruck.
When Nana sings, it’s like nothing Hachi has ever seen. Not even Takumi on stage can rival the sort of energy that Nana exudes while she sings, like she’s pouring out her soul in many colors before them. Reira’s soft voice and long locks don’t even come close to Nana’s short black hair and her throaty rasp. There is something so true and real that everything seems more real when Nana sings.
Even when she’s not on stage, Hachi begs her to sing. In their apartment, while shopping for dinner or just in the park, she always wants to find her way back to the sound of Nana’s voice. She feels starstruck around Nana then, like she’s really living with a star with genuine talent, to the point where a giddiness bubbles up inside her and she blushes until Nana says What’s with you, Hachi? and smiles indulgently. And then she comes back to earth and thinks I’m so lucky to have someone like Nana
Title: The Innocence of Herons
Day/Theme: 9/21) antebellum innocence
Series: post FE10
Character/pairing: Naesala/Leanne
Rating: PG-13. Naesala’s default rating!
Word count: 646
Author’s Note:comment_fic: Naesala/Leanne, he'd soil her just by touching her
Leanne was as pure as newly fallen snow, she was pristine and beautiful and by some happenstance she loved him. He didn’t need Heron empathy to see how her eyes shone when he came to call to the court and took orders from the bird king, or hear the Heron songs she sung about him, ones traditionally of love and courtship. He saw every overture and kept a certain distance.
Reyson always pursed his lips, and gave him a very meaningful glance. look all you want, but don’t touch.
And he followed that direction. She deserved some strong brave man who didn’t have the history of a twice traitor to stain him. Someone who would be able to sing back those chants without feeling trapped and nervous. So he kept his distance and tried to listen to other birdsongs, other than the pained, lover’s courting Gladr that she sang around him.
Of course, staying away from her would be much easier if she wasn’t almost as strong-willed as Reyson. Even keeping to his quarters with hypothetical headaches didn’t work.
She didn’t even bother to knock, just slipped in as quiet as snowfall. Her hair was golden in the lamplight, and he was drawn to her in a way that neared bewitchment. Ravens loved gold. No wonder he’d always had a thing for Herons.
“You don’t like me?” she said, with a gaze so sad he felt something wince inside him. (He had a feeling the look was orchestrated for just that feeling.)
“I like you, but I also like living. Your brother has made it clear that to continue living, I should keep my hands off.”
She clucked her tongue in disapproval, and came a little bit closer.
“We could run away...Just the two of us....” she said, low and suggestive. Her innocent expression never changed as her hand traced up his chest.
“Yes, the last living Heron girl and a notorious traitor. We’ll be perfectly inconspicuous. When we’re caught, Tibarn would shred me in two and eat my entrails and make a necklace of my spine, and Reyson would scatter the bones,” Naesala said.
“I will protect you,” she replied.
“I’m flattered, but Herons aren’t known for their battle skills. Really, why would you want a cunning and handsome raven with blood on his hands?”
Even when trying to dissuade him Naesala couldn’t talk ill of himself. He kept on trying to think of bad things, and all he could come off with was too smart for his own good and so sexy it hurts and really wears those clothes well.
“...Was that supposed to discourage me?”
“It was an attempt. Let’s see..what would your brother say. ‘I would soil you’.”
She took his hand and lead to slowly, slowly to her breast.
“Maybe I want to be soiled,” she said.
Naesala’s eyes widened as he felt the swelling of her soft curves, and the gradual hardening of her nipple beneath his fingers. This was incidentally, the second time he’d found a Heron to be not nearly as innocent as they’d seem.
“We could start the Heron race again. When I’m with child, Reyson and Tibarn will have to allow you to be my husband....”
That was moving a bit fast, and if any other girl had mentioned marriage he’d probably have flown out no matter how good their breasts felt. But Leanne was special, and somehow he’d always knew she’d be the one to catch him. She smiled, and her voice was as rich as honey and just as sweet.
When she put an offer that way, how ever was he to refuse?
Title: Finding It Along The Way
Day/Theme: 9/13) a short history of nearly nothing
Series: Nana
Character/pairing: Nana/Hachi
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 379
Author’s Note:comment_fic: Nana/Hachi, first kiss
It was the third week after being dumped by her last boyfriend, or as Nana called him, Cheating Asshole. The profanity changed with Nana’s mood. Sometimes he became Cheating Prick, or No-Good Cheating Fucking Son-Of-A-Bitch Bastard if she was particularly hammered. Nana had promised to break his spine if he ever came around again, and that was something Hachi was grateful for. Not everybody had a girlfriend who would do that.
Some people looked at her weird when she said I’m going out for a drink with my girlfriend.. Her mother always called her friends ‘girlfriends’ so it never really registered to her. She picked it up without even thinking about it.
Then again, she never called any of her other friends girlfriends, just Nana. But they didn’t go around in ‘Stomping Shit’ boots as she called them and step on the fingers of creepy bosses who let their hands wander a little too much. They didn’t go out and take her to concerts or get her to drink Sake shots until she was drunk. Not just two-drink-tipsy but really, really drunk. Drunk enough that she didn’t have to cry over the irony that he really was cheating with Sachiko.
And when she kissed Nana out of drunkenness or maybe some secret she’d never realized, Hachi found she tasted like cigarettes and sake – like dark hallways, mystery, dramatic ways and hidden pain. She’d never thought about kissing girls before, but it was softer this way. Not that she could imagine being with any other girl but Nana. Nana was her girlfriend in both senses of the word..
And when they stumbled home that night, it was Nana’s big bed she slept in. Sleeping alone without him felt so wrong that it seemed perfectly natural that she climbed in with Nana. Nana grumbled a little, but leaned over to accommodate her. And they were friends and more than friends and maybe lovers but she never really tried to define them because they just simply were. Whatever else was to come they’d find along the way.
Theme/day: 9/22) private star systems
Series: post FE10
Character/pairing:
Summary: Post series. Of cohabitation and the roles of Knight and Sorceress which are never quite put away. SquallRinoa
Rating: G
Word count: 751
Author’s Note:
comment_fic: Squall/Rinoa, moving in together / 11) Das Reich der Zwei – the nation of two The Gauntlet. The title is a reference to Mother Night by Kurt Vonnegut.
Their first place together is a small summerhouse that her father owns, a place which he lends to Squall with suspicious, disgruntled eyes. A part of him is still unwilling to give up the little girl who sat on his lap and begged to be bounced and wore crowns of flowers like a princess. Or at least that’s what Quistis says, Quistis who has practically become their personal unpaid therapist. She tells Squall when he’s being stupid and whenever something goes wrong, it is inevitably her who is called whenever Rinoa needs to vent that Squall Is Being A Stupid Boy Again.
The house in question is a cozy place with white shutters and blue paint. There are flowers in the backyard, because while Rinoa doesn’t have a green thumb, she loves flowers and keeps trying despite the legions of dead houseplants. (She always cries on his shoulder about this I’m a plant killer, she says, I’m surpised I haven’t killed Angelo yet.)
He always brings home flowers the day after that. Potted, not the kind you buy in regular florist’s shops that men usually give to the girl they love. These too will inevitably die, but she is happy for a little while.
It isn’t for lack of care that they die, but surfeit of attention. She waters them too much and chatters away fro she’d once read that plants breathe in the breath humans breathed out. Not only that, at times leaves turn to silver and buds to feathers at her touch. Once, a whole Petunia turned into a gold ring while she talked with him and touched its leaves.
She is as always, mercurial and predictable. The weather changes with her and the days turn cloudy when she is angry. Once, when she was particularly angry at a neighbor (for some snide comment, or something, no one can remember) a whole thunderstorm erupted in a sky which had previously been clear. It is useful at times, for she can make pots of water boil instantly. Ice never freezes their doors, and a single glare would make flood waters recede. In a time where Sorceresses are relegated to folklore, she remains the last in a long line. Sometimes, she doesn’t even understand it as she twains her fingers and the temperature goes up. As long as she is happy,
the room will always remain comfortable, even if the heater goes out.
Squall is her knight still, even with the world safe. He always will be, and even to protect her from herself if need be. He guards her secret carefully, even if she might let it slip while out buying supplies. If he needed to, he would draw his Gunblade again for her sake. He’d start wars for her sake and die for her sake.
She knows, and he knows that she knows. This connection is what he supposes is called love.
When it grows late, they walk Angelo together. At night Angelo jumps into their bed, and Rinoa always laughs and lets him sleep over their feet even if the sheets get covered in dog hair.
Here with her is a place so separate as to cross lines and borders. He does not view it as a part of the world he lives in, his government job given to him by the father he never knew. Theirs is a place that is sublime in its happiness, where peace and serenity come simply by entry after a long day. Here he can find the meaning of that mysterious word that everyone revered and no one really knew what it meant. With Rinoa anything was possible. Flowers could turn to gold and ice to water to vapor in her hands. And by that magic, even he was learning to open up. Through kisses at the corner of his mouth and impromptu dances in the kitchen to her favorite song, through walks and her hand slipped through his.
Here is a land of him and her and the intimacy and peace that he’s never know, but is learning slowly how to feel.
Title: That One Time Where Cloud Got Stalked By A Chocobo
Series: FFVII
Character/Pairing: Cloud, Tifa, Chocobo
Rating: PG
Word Count: 345
A/N:
comment_fic: Any Final Fantasy, Chocobo + cast, curious chocobo is curious The Chocobo had followed him all week. Every time he looked back, he’d see it, chirping and looking at him hopefully. Cloud really wasn’t used to being stalked by Chocobos, especially ones that snuck in the inn and tried to sneak into bed with him. All his Chocobo affairs had been strictly aloof, it was Aerith who had been into snuggling and petting them and calling them Goldie and Snookums. He just guided them where to go and left the care to others.
He couldn’t really figure out why this one in particular had taken a liking to him. He certainly hadn’t encouraged this Chocobo’s curiosity. Especially when it’d barged into his shower and made cooing noises at him.
So Cloud did the only thing he could when things got strange: he asked Tifa. She was out near the stables, throwing punches to the air. She never went halfway on her training wether it was hand-to-hand combat or serving drinks.
Tifa smiled when she caught sight of him and tightened her gloves.
“Hey.”
He looked behind. It was still following him.
“Something up?”
She looked from him to the Chocobo stalker. She raised an eyebrow.
“Someone has an admirer.”
“What?” he said.
Tifa chuckled. “Isn’t it obvious? Your hair looks just like a Chocobo. He’s in love with you.”
She cuffed his shoulder affectionately. The Chocobo gave an indignant squawk and quickly ran towards them. When it was close enough, the Chocobo promptly began to nuzzle a bit closer to him. It sent a surreptitious glare Tifa’s way, but only when Cloud gave her a pained help I’m being molested by a Chocobo look.
“So you better get a haircut, unless you want to be his girlfriend.”
Cloud ran his hands through his hair. This was almost as bad as the time he’d had to wear a pink dress.
Title: Starstruck
Series: Nana
Day/Theme: 9/23) the ultimate reality
Character/pairing: Nana/Hachi
Rating: G
Word count: 189
Author’s Note:
comment_fic: Nana/Hachi, Starstruck.When Nana sings, it’s like nothing Hachi has ever seen. Not even Takumi on stage can rival the sort of energy that Nana exudes while she sings, like she’s pouring out her soul in many colors before them. Reira’s soft voice and long locks don’t even come close to Nana’s short black hair and her throaty rasp. There is something so true and real that everything seems more real when Nana sings.
Even when she’s not on stage, Hachi begs her to sing. In their apartment, while shopping for dinner or just in the park, she always wants to find her way back to the sound of Nana’s voice. She feels starstruck around Nana then, like she’s really living with a star with genuine talent, to the point where a giddiness bubbles up inside her and she blushes until Nana says What’s with you, Hachi? and smiles indulgently. And then she comes back to earth and thinks I’m so lucky to have someone like Nana
Title: The Innocence of Herons
Day/Theme: 9/21) antebellum innocence
Series: post FE10
Character/pairing: Naesala/Leanne
Rating: PG-13. Naesala’s default rating!
Word count: 646
Author’s Note:
comment_fic: Naesala/Leanne, he'd soil her just by touching herLeanne was as pure as newly fallen snow, she was pristine and beautiful and by some happenstance she loved him. He didn’t need Heron empathy to see how her eyes shone when he came to call to the court and took orders from the bird king, or hear the Heron songs she sung about him, ones traditionally of love and courtship. He saw every overture and kept a certain distance.
Reyson always pursed his lips, and gave him a very meaningful glance. look all you want, but don’t touch.
And he followed that direction. She deserved some strong brave man who didn’t have the history of a twice traitor to stain him. Someone who would be able to sing back those chants without feeling trapped and nervous. So he kept his distance and tried to listen to other birdsongs, other than the pained, lover’s courting Gladr that she sang around him.
Of course, staying away from her would be much easier if she wasn’t almost as strong-willed as Reyson. Even keeping to his quarters with hypothetical headaches didn’t work.
She didn’t even bother to knock, just slipped in as quiet as snowfall. Her hair was golden in the lamplight, and he was drawn to her in a way that neared bewitchment. Ravens loved gold. No wonder he’d always had a thing for Herons.
“You don’t like me?” she said, with a gaze so sad he felt something wince inside him. (He had a feeling the look was orchestrated for just that feeling.)
“I like you, but I also like living. Your brother has made it clear that to continue living, I should keep my hands off.”
She clucked her tongue in disapproval, and came a little bit closer.
“We could run away...Just the two of us....” she said, low and suggestive. Her innocent expression never changed as her hand traced up his chest.
“Yes, the last living Heron girl and a notorious traitor. We’ll be perfectly inconspicuous. When we’re caught, Tibarn would shred me in two and eat my entrails and make a necklace of my spine, and Reyson would scatter the bones,” Naesala said.
“I will protect you,” she replied.
“I’m flattered, but Herons aren’t known for their battle skills. Really, why would you want a cunning and handsome raven with blood on his hands?”
Even when trying to dissuade him Naesala couldn’t talk ill of himself. He kept on trying to think of bad things, and all he could come off with was too smart for his own good and so sexy it hurts and really wears those clothes well.
“...Was that supposed to discourage me?”
“It was an attempt. Let’s see..what would your brother say. ‘I would soil you’.”
She took his hand and lead to slowly, slowly to her breast.
“Maybe I want to be soiled,” she said.
Naesala’s eyes widened as he felt the swelling of her soft curves, and the gradual hardening of her nipple beneath his fingers. This was incidentally, the second time he’d found a Heron to be not nearly as innocent as they’d seem.
“We could start the Heron race again. When I’m with child, Reyson and Tibarn will have to allow you to be my husband....”
That was moving a bit fast, and if any other girl had mentioned marriage he’d probably have flown out no matter how good their breasts felt. But Leanne was special, and somehow he’d always knew she’d be the one to catch him. She smiled, and her voice was as rich as honey and just as sweet.
When she put an offer that way, how ever was he to refuse?
Title: Finding It Along The Way
Day/Theme: 9/13) a short history of nearly nothing
Series: Nana
Character/pairing: Nana/Hachi
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 379
Author’s Note:
comment_fic: Nana/Hachi, first kiss It was the third week after being dumped by her last boyfriend, or as Nana called him, Cheating Asshole. The profanity changed with Nana’s mood. Sometimes he became Cheating Prick, or No-Good Cheating Fucking Son-Of-A-Bitch Bastard if she was particularly hammered. Nana had promised to break his spine if he ever came around again, and that was something Hachi was grateful for. Not everybody had a girlfriend who would do that.
Some people looked at her weird when she said I’m going out for a drink with my girlfriend.. Her mother always called her friends ‘girlfriends’ so it never really registered to her. She picked it up without even thinking about it.
Then again, she never called any of her other friends girlfriends, just Nana. But they didn’t go around in ‘Stomping Shit’ boots as she called them and step on the fingers of creepy bosses who let their hands wander a little too much. They didn’t go out and take her to concerts or get her to drink Sake shots until she was drunk. Not just two-drink-tipsy but really, really drunk. Drunk enough that she didn’t have to cry over the irony that he really was cheating with Sachiko.
And when she kissed Nana out of drunkenness or maybe some secret she’d never realized, Hachi found she tasted like cigarettes and sake – like dark hallways, mystery, dramatic ways and hidden pain. She’d never thought about kissing girls before, but it was softer this way. Not that she could imagine being with any other girl but Nana. Nana was her girlfriend in both senses of the word..
And when they stumbled home that night, it was Nana’s big bed she slept in. Sleeping alone without him felt so wrong that it seemed perfectly natural that she climbed in with Nana. Nana grumbled a little, but leaned over to accommodate her. And they were friends and more than friends and maybe lovers but she never really tried to define them because they just simply were. Whatever else was to come they’d find along the way.
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And I'm not even a FFVII fan but that was just cute. XD
Aaand so was Leanne. XD Poor guy doesn't stand a chance. XD
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