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comment_fic says that every second Saturday is a challenge weekend. So I'm all "It's a second Saturday! It must be a challenge weekend! I'll start immediately and play a nanoesque thing where I write all night and finally win!"
It is not a challenge week.
Oh well, I did pretty good time and it's good practice. Also I had some excuses to write things I don't usually and made people happy. I'll probably spend the rest of the day (when not crashing) quickly writing vagfest stuff before the deadline and you know ACTUAL OWED STUFF ZOMG.
Title: why the rum is gone.
Series: xxxHolic,
Character/Pairing: Clow/Yuuko,
Rating: PG
Word count: 414
A/N:comment_fic: Clow/Yuuko, pouting,
He’d been fidgeting ever since the last bottle had been tipped back. They’d begged her latest errand boy for more, but he’d apologetically told them that the wine cellar was empty and was promptly fired.
(Her errand boys never lasted long. She would flirt with them while he was there to irritate him, though he smiled as if nothing was wrong, her errand boys were particularly susceptible to getting mysterious hexes which fell over them like bad mist that made every day a bad luck day for the rest of their lives. Clow could be one hell of a bastard at times. Though by Yuuko’s reckoning it was less ‘sometimes’ than ‘almost always’.)
They’d both put a charm to make the wine cellar be everlasting. It was almost a physical anomaly that they managed to break their own magic. For a short while it’d been hilarious, and then the lack of booze kicked in.
“You’re acting like a child,” she said.
He twirled the empty bottle around, moodily.
“One is allowed to sulk if the rum is gone. I can think of no worse fate than this.”
“I can,” Yuuko said. She looked at him pointedly.
“Being without me, of course.”
“Just the opposite,” she said icily.
“Hmm. You know what this situation needs? More rum.”
He rose up, shaking away his hangover as he did. He always took the aftereffects better than her, he claimed it was his mixed blood that did the trick. Or maybe he was just better at pretending than she was.
“Well, there’s only one thing to do, redo the enchantment on the wine cellar and stock it again. Good luck finding another errand boy.”
“I’m not interested in any of your choices, Clow.”
“Oh, I think you’ll like my choice very much. In fact, I’m willing to bet on it.”
*
Years later, she dreamt. Her latest (and last) errand boy came into her dream with suspicious aura about him. His hair was too long for him, his clothes far different than before.
“How do you like your new errand boy?” he said in a voice which was his own and yet not his own. The smirk was entirely familiar, and entirely not Watanuki’s.
People three dimensions away could hear the sound of her shrieking awake. She was sure that all the other Clows in there were smirking too.
Title: a study in love and loss.
Series:Card Captor Sakura
Character/Pairing: Fujitaka/Nadeshiko
Rating: G
Word Count:368
A/N:comment_fic: Cardcaptor Sakura, Fujitaka/Nadeshiko, learning how to balance work and home / 52_flavours 32 ) And from
The profound courage to never relinquish love. AU, I think.
He brings home flowers on days when he works late, even if she is rarely cross with him. She is understanding and patient, leaving out food for him, and curling up on the couch waiting for the sound of his arrival. He enjoys his work, but he enjoys her even more. If he could, he could catalogue and make a lecture of her, for himself alone. Example one, see how she always puts one leg under her, how she did that the first time they were more than a student and her teacher. Page two, an essay on how she looks as she sleeps, the peace she radiates there, between the creased white covers. Project three: A pictorial study of the sun on her hair, complete with essay of the dishes she has cooked, from the very first one. Question three: how many reincarnations will it take for the precognition to go away completely? (Answer: more than two, perhaps five, perhaps seven.)
He hires another lecturer to lessen his workload. He wonders if she too sees that all that perfection is transient, wilting and fleeting. Magic runs in his family, in his vein, his soul. He sees it, the aeriform glow that surrounds her and that fades with every day.
He will have all the time in the world to work when the last sand in the hourglass has fallen and she leaves him. For now, his works, his studies are all her and fractions of her, until the inevitable comes upon them.
Oh, but the magic isn’t all curses. He’ll see her then, and love no other for her ghost is his most dear companion. Final project: detail the history of ghost wives in folklore. How did their husbands deal with grief? Answer: they lived each day of their life and loved their children, they looked for sunny spots and echos and memories, they loved beyond the path of the grave.
Title: a taste of magic
Series: Merlin
Character/Pairing: Arthur/Merlin
Rating: PG
Word count: 245
A/N:comment_fic: Arthur/Merlin, breathtaking
The first kiss was tinged with a crackling energy which Arthur knew wasn’t merely attraction, or raw nerves of soft lips scraped together, but magic. He had felt magic before in all those times when facing troubles, when his servant has saved his life. However, he’d never tasted it before, or known that it’d ring through the body, with echoed force like a climax. He didn’t realize that touching Merlin’s skin in this state would be like burning his hand, or that the shock would remain in him, twisting and turning long after their lips parted, gasping for breath.
He didn’t share his father’s hatred of magic, and the discovery of magic on Merlin, magic licked off, trapped in his hands, taken was a thing of fascination and not repulsion.
Broken apart, Merlin looked wary, not merely that his secret was revealed, for the kiss had been so abrupt that one minute they had been arguing and the next Arthur was pulling his face in closer. His eyes looked bluer in this light. Were they?
He saw Merlin’s Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed nervously.
“Prince Arthur–”
“When I am king, you’ll be my advisor on magical things. Their affairs will be in your hands, to your discernment.”
And being that it was Arthur, it was the closest to an endearment and promise that he got.
Title: vaster then empires, and more slow.
Series: xxxHolic
Character/Pairing: Clow/Yuuko
Word Count: 255
A/N:comment_fic
author's choice, author's choice, "Had we but world enough, and time/This coyness, Lady, were no crime" Being as the prompt was from Marvell’s His Coy Mistress, so is the title. Also with52_flavours 51 ) We build worlds that destroy us.
“We could be kings,” Clow said in their shared narcotic haze of dreams. Dream-wine was the best wine, and no opium was sweeter than held in Morpheus’ pipes. Her hair spread out, his too on their languorous hideaway between worlds.
“I, a king?” Yuuko said amusedly.
“My queen. Rulers of the magic realms, considered gods to all that beheld us. The world, worlds could be ours.”
“What horrible rulers we would be. We would enjoy making our subjects suffer in the most mundane of ways. Embarrassing sentiments, lost clothing, misguided loves.”
“In other words, everything you already do on a grander scale.”
She covered her mouth with the back of her hand to stifle a laugh.
Oh the fancies that dreams brought. Butterflies made of dawn and dusk flew over their heads.
Other dimensions in bubbles, theirs for the touching. A million kinds of wine to try, millions of years to feel every sensation that the body could feel. On every finger, a ring. On every ring, a world held in glass
But time, time would steal it away. Even the mighty, the magicians would fall to it. That reality was what kept this world a dream, a space between spaces, a place most sweet and fleeting.
Title: Surprise, Surprise
Series: Ouran
Pairing: KyouyaTamaki
Word count: 111
A/N:comment_fic: : KyouyaTamaki not surprised. It was a ‘three sentence limit’ theme day, incidentally.
Kyouya is rarely surprised by Tamaki, despite his many facets, ever changing with the whim of each given day (little can happen that hasn’t already happened playacted in Rome and Paris and Tokyo and Belgrade, for they have been little stages of little worlds through every age). But he meets his match, to his own surprise to the confession – a rose, genuine words, feelings, phrases and then, and then – Tamaki is wooing him and kissing him and Kyouya is so surprised he can’t say a thing.
Title: Blue flame
Series: FFVIII
Character/Pairing: Quistis
Word count:79
A/N:comment_fic Quistis, blue fire. More three sentences theme day.
Blue fire burns hottest, brightest and she too is fire of another color -- turned aside in love, lost in her post as a schoolmistress, left as a side note to history. A minor character to this staged play, nothing more.
She does not regret, she burns brighter and lives on, so it is how she makes her way.
Title: (untitled)
Series: Utena
Character/Pairing: Miki/Kozue
Rating: PG?
Word count: 111
A/N:comment_fic: Kozue/Miki, mine. The last of the three sentence theme day I did.
He's timed her little things from baths to runs to times between ever since he'd received the watch that first time as a gift from an affectionate uncle. Now it is used for counting the minutes until she returns with the smell of other men and other people beyond the world of their hands, their shared selves. Then his mind can go back to other times when it was just them in their innocent days and the only other scent on her body was his.
Title: (untitled)
Series: Twilight, but with mockery
Character/Pairing: Edward/Bella
Word count: 192
A/N:comment_fic: author's choice, any two lovers, curse where one of them turns into a kitchen appliance by day and the other turns into a mythical creature by night, and they only get to see each other for a brief moment at dawn/dusk (thanks for the idea, Ladyhawke).
"Bella. We can't do this. I'm a vampire! I'm a monster! How can you love someone like me who is fantastically beautiful, a virginal sex god, who sparkles like a drag queen after a trip to the Sephora--"
"Please Edward. I... too have a secret," Bella said. She bit her lip.
"Edward...by night I turn into an espresso machine."
"Espresso machine?" Edward raised his eyebrows.
"It's some family curse. My mother turns into a minibar, my grandmother was known to turn into a toaster. She burnt people's toast whenever she was angry."
Edward took this knowledge in. It wasn't every boy who had a girlfriend who could also make a damn fine cup of coffee too.
"Can you still love me...knowing I'm like this?"
"I never stopped," he said.
Title: untitled
Series: Merlin
Character/Pairing: Merlin/Arthur
Rating: PG-13. Very PG-13.
Word count: 291
A/N:comment_fic: Merlin/Arthur, 'On your feet or on your knees'. REMEMBER THAT JOKE I MADE? WELL I FICCED IT.
“First you’ll have to clean and ready my armor and shine my boots and brush my horse and clean the saddle and suck my cock.”
Merlin had been mentally cataloguing each chore, thinking of the magic he’d use to get it over quickly while he did more interesting things. His mind froze at the last part, unable to tell if he had heard wrong or had he really said that.
“Wait what? The last one did you really just say suck your–”
Arthur smirked. “You heard me. Finish the rest of the chores quickly, then on your knees. I’m not a patient man.”
Merlin couldn’t even speak. This kind of hubris went beyond what he thought Arthur was even capable of – and Arthur was the king of hubris. If there was an official entry for hubris, Arthur would be listed as a synonym, his picture would be etched under the translation, listed with see other.
“Besides, don’t pretend you haven’t been looking. I caught you staring three times yesterday.”
Merlin turned a shade of pink not unlike uncooked meat. Guilty as charged.
“As far as I’m concerned, this is an honor. You’re welcome for the pleasure, by the way.”
Merlin swallowed nervously, his eyes down south to a certain place of Arthur’s anatomy that he’d become very well acquainted with soon.
“...I suppose it’d be a waste to do the other chores when I’m right here. Waste of time, I mean.”
“Now you’re learning. On your feet or your knees.”
Merlin knelt and obeyed.
comment_fic says that every second Saturday is a challenge weekend. So I'm all "It's a second Saturday! It must be a challenge weekend! I'll start immediately and play a nanoesque thing where I write all night and finally win!"It is not a challenge week.
Oh well, I did pretty good time and it's good practice. Also I had some excuses to write things I don't usually and made people happy. I'll probably spend the rest of the day (when not crashing) quickly writing vagfest stuff before the deadline and you know ACTUAL OWED STUFF ZOMG.
Title: why the rum is gone.
Series: xxxHolic,
Character/Pairing: Clow/Yuuko,
Rating: PG
Word count: 414
A/N:
comment_fic: Clow/Yuuko, pouting, He’d been fidgeting ever since the last bottle had been tipped back. They’d begged her latest errand boy for more, but he’d apologetically told them that the wine cellar was empty and was promptly fired.
(Her errand boys never lasted long. She would flirt with them while he was there to irritate him, though he smiled as if nothing was wrong, her errand boys were particularly susceptible to getting mysterious hexes which fell over them like bad mist that made every day a bad luck day for the rest of their lives. Clow could be one hell of a bastard at times. Though by Yuuko’s reckoning it was less ‘sometimes’ than ‘almost always’.)
They’d both put a charm to make the wine cellar be everlasting. It was almost a physical anomaly that they managed to break their own magic. For a short while it’d been hilarious, and then the lack of booze kicked in.
“You’re acting like a child,” she said.
He twirled the empty bottle around, moodily.
“One is allowed to sulk if the rum is gone. I can think of no worse fate than this.”
“I can,” Yuuko said. She looked at him pointedly.
“Being without me, of course.”
“Just the opposite,” she said icily.
“Hmm. You know what this situation needs? More rum.”
He rose up, shaking away his hangover as he did. He always took the aftereffects better than her, he claimed it was his mixed blood that did the trick. Or maybe he was just better at pretending than she was.
“Well, there’s only one thing to do, redo the enchantment on the wine cellar and stock it again. Good luck finding another errand boy.”
“I’m not interested in any of your choices, Clow.”
“Oh, I think you’ll like my choice very much. In fact, I’m willing to bet on it.”
*
Years later, she dreamt. Her latest (and last) errand boy came into her dream with suspicious aura about him. His hair was too long for him, his clothes far different than before.
“How do you like your new errand boy?” he said in a voice which was his own and yet not his own. The smirk was entirely familiar, and entirely not Watanuki’s.
People three dimensions away could hear the sound of her shrieking awake. She was sure that all the other Clows in there were smirking too.
Title: a study in love and loss.
Series:Card Captor Sakura
Character/Pairing: Fujitaka/Nadeshiko
Rating: G
Word Count:368
A/N:
comment_fic: Cardcaptor Sakura, Fujitaka/Nadeshiko, learning how to balance work and home / 52_flavours 32 ) And fromThe profound courage to never relinquish love. AU, I think.
He brings home flowers on days when he works late, even if she is rarely cross with him. She is understanding and patient, leaving out food for him, and curling up on the couch waiting for the sound of his arrival. He enjoys his work, but he enjoys her even more. If he could, he could catalogue and make a lecture of her, for himself alone. Example one, see how she always puts one leg under her, how she did that the first time they were more than a student and her teacher. Page two, an essay on how she looks as she sleeps, the peace she radiates there, between the creased white covers. Project three: A pictorial study of the sun on her hair, complete with essay of the dishes she has cooked, from the very first one. Question three: how many reincarnations will it take for the precognition to go away completely? (Answer: more than two, perhaps five, perhaps seven.)
He hires another lecturer to lessen his workload. He wonders if she too sees that all that perfection is transient, wilting and fleeting. Magic runs in his family, in his vein, his soul. He sees it, the aeriform glow that surrounds her and that fades with every day.
He will have all the time in the world to work when the last sand in the hourglass has fallen and she leaves him. For now, his works, his studies are all her and fractions of her, until the inevitable comes upon them.
Oh, but the magic isn’t all curses. He’ll see her then, and love no other for her ghost is his most dear companion. Final project: detail the history of ghost wives in folklore. How did their husbands deal with grief? Answer: they lived each day of their life and loved their children, they looked for sunny spots and echos and memories, they loved beyond the path of the grave.
Title: a taste of magic
Series: Merlin
Character/Pairing: Arthur/Merlin
Rating: PG
Word count: 245
A/N:
comment_fic: Arthur/Merlin, breathtakingThe first kiss was tinged with a crackling energy which Arthur knew wasn’t merely attraction, or raw nerves of soft lips scraped together, but magic. He had felt magic before in all those times when facing troubles, when his servant has saved his life. However, he’d never tasted it before, or known that it’d ring through the body, with echoed force like a climax. He didn’t realize that touching Merlin’s skin in this state would be like burning his hand, or that the shock would remain in him, twisting and turning long after their lips parted, gasping for breath.
He didn’t share his father’s hatred of magic, and the discovery of magic on Merlin, magic licked off, trapped in his hands, taken was a thing of fascination and not repulsion.
Broken apart, Merlin looked wary, not merely that his secret was revealed, for the kiss had been so abrupt that one minute they had been arguing and the next Arthur was pulling his face in closer. His eyes looked bluer in this light. Were they?
He saw Merlin’s Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed nervously.
“Prince Arthur–”
“When I am king, you’ll be my advisor on magical things. Their affairs will be in your hands, to your discernment.”
And being that it was Arthur, it was the closest to an endearment and promise that he got.
Title: vaster then empires, and more slow.
Series: xxxHolic
Character/Pairing: Clow/Yuuko
Word Count: 255
A/N:
comment_ficauthor's choice, author's choice, "Had we but world enough, and time/This coyness, Lady, were no crime" Being as the prompt was from Marvell’s His Coy Mistress, so is the title. Also with
52_flavours 51 ) We build worlds that destroy us. “We could be kings,” Clow said in their shared narcotic haze of dreams. Dream-wine was the best wine, and no opium was sweeter than held in Morpheus’ pipes. Her hair spread out, his too on their languorous hideaway between worlds.
“I, a king?” Yuuko said amusedly.
“My queen. Rulers of the magic realms, considered gods to all that beheld us. The world, worlds could be ours.”
“What horrible rulers we would be. We would enjoy making our subjects suffer in the most mundane of ways. Embarrassing sentiments, lost clothing, misguided loves.”
“In other words, everything you already do on a grander scale.”
She covered her mouth with the back of her hand to stifle a laugh.
Oh the fancies that dreams brought. Butterflies made of dawn and dusk flew over their heads.
Other dimensions in bubbles, theirs for the touching. A million kinds of wine to try, millions of years to feel every sensation that the body could feel. On every finger, a ring. On every ring, a world held in glass
But time, time would steal it away. Even the mighty, the magicians would fall to it. That reality was what kept this world a dream, a space between spaces, a place most sweet and fleeting.
Title: Surprise, Surprise
Series: Ouran
Pairing: KyouyaTamaki
Word count: 111
A/N:
comment_fic: : KyouyaTamaki not surprised. It was a ‘three sentence limit’ theme day, incidentally. Kyouya is rarely surprised by Tamaki, despite his many facets, ever changing with the whim of each given day (little can happen that hasn’t already happened playacted in Rome and Paris and Tokyo and Belgrade, for they have been little stages of little worlds through every age). But he meets his match, to his own surprise to the confession – a rose, genuine words, feelings, phrases and then, and then – Tamaki is wooing him and kissing him and Kyouya is so surprised he can’t say a thing.
Title: Blue flame
Series: FFVIII
Character/Pairing: Quistis
Word count:79
A/N:
comment_fic Quistis, blue fire. More three sentences theme day. Blue fire burns hottest, brightest and she too is fire of another color -- turned aside in love, lost in her post as a schoolmistress, left as a side note to history. A minor character to this staged play, nothing more.
She does not regret, she burns brighter and lives on, so it is how she makes her way.
Title: (untitled)
Series: Utena
Character/Pairing: Miki/Kozue
Rating: PG?
Word count: 111
A/N:
comment_fic: Kozue/Miki, mine. The last of the three sentence theme day I did.He's timed her little things from baths to runs to times between ever since he'd received the watch that first time as a gift from an affectionate uncle. Now it is used for counting the minutes until she returns with the smell of other men and other people beyond the world of their hands, their shared selves. Then his mind can go back to other times when it was just them in their innocent days and the only other scent on her body was his.
Title: (untitled)
Series: Twilight, but with mockery
Character/Pairing: Edward/Bella
Word count: 192
A/N:
comment_fic: author's choice, any two lovers, curse where one of them turns into a kitchen appliance by day and the other turns into a mythical creature by night, and they only get to see each other for a brief moment at dawn/dusk (thanks for the idea, Ladyhawke). "Bella. We can't do this. I'm a vampire! I'm a monster! How can you love someone like me who is fantastically beautiful, a virginal sex god, who sparkles like a drag queen after a trip to the Sephora--"
"Please Edward. I... too have a secret," Bella said. She bit her lip.
"Edward...by night I turn into an espresso machine."
"Espresso machine?" Edward raised his eyebrows.
"It's some family curse. My mother turns into a minibar, my grandmother was known to turn into a toaster. She burnt people's toast whenever she was angry."
Edward took this knowledge in. It wasn't every boy who had a girlfriend who could also make a damn fine cup of coffee too.
"Can you still love me...knowing I'm like this?"
"I never stopped," he said.
Title: untitled
Series: Merlin
Character/Pairing: Merlin/Arthur
Rating: PG-13. Very PG-13.
Word count: 291
A/N:
comment_fic: Merlin/Arthur, 'On your feet or on your knees'. REMEMBER THAT JOKE I MADE? WELL I FICCED IT. “First you’ll have to clean and ready my armor and shine my boots and brush my horse and clean the saddle and suck my cock.”
Merlin had been mentally cataloguing each chore, thinking of the magic he’d use to get it over quickly while he did more interesting things. His mind froze at the last part, unable to tell if he had heard wrong or had he really said that.
“Wait what? The last one did you really just say suck your–”
Arthur smirked. “You heard me. Finish the rest of the chores quickly, then on your knees. I’m not a patient man.”
Merlin couldn’t even speak. This kind of hubris went beyond what he thought Arthur was even capable of – and Arthur was the king of hubris. If there was an official entry for hubris, Arthur would be listed as a synonym, his picture would be etched under the translation, listed with see other.
“Besides, don’t pretend you haven’t been looking. I caught you staring three times yesterday.”
Merlin turned a shade of pink not unlike uncooked meat. Guilty as charged.
“As far as I’m concerned, this is an honor. You’re welcome for the pleasure, by the way.”
Merlin swallowed nervously, his eyes down south to a certain place of Arthur’s anatomy that he’d become very well acquainted with soon.
“...I suppose it’d be a waste to do the other chores when I’m right here. Waste of time, I mean.”
“Now you’re learning. On your feet or your knees.”
Merlin knelt and obeyed.
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