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bonnefoisTitle: Redundancy
Series: xxxHolic
Character/Pairing: Clow/Yuuko
Rating: PG
Word count: 171
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comment_fic: xxxHOliC, Clow/Yuuko, pleonasm. Sort of a variation on that one joke – you know the one I mean. ‘You, good ma’am are ugly’ ‘and you sir, are drunk!’ ‘But I will be sober in the morning’.
“You are entirely redundant,” Yuuko said between shots of drink.
“And you are drunk, my dear,” Clow said. He always could hold his liquor a bit better than her, and this was a point of constant irritation and contention to her.
“Yes,” she slurred, “but I will be sober in the morning, and in the morning you will still be a redundant, loquacious ass.”
“I missed you too. More wine?”
He grinned the kind of insufferable expression that only a man less drunk than her could make. If it wouldn’t have involved wasting precious wine, she’d have thrown it at his head.
As it was he’d get his in the end, for he always had the worse hangovers of them both.
3.
Title: Sandalwood
Series: Merlin au
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 320
Author’s note:comment_fic: Merlin, Arthur/Merlin, Scented candle
Arthur was stretched out on the couch, which was of his picking. It was a manly couch, made of comfortable, yet utterly manly material, just like everything else Arthur picked.
Arthur lit a small puce candle. “Isn’t it nice? It’s Sandalwood. Gwen and I went shopping at Pier 1 the other day and I picked it up.”
“Merlin, sometimes you’re so gay, I’m surprised you don’t spontaneously combust,” Arthur said.
“I prefer this apartment not to smell like a wet jockstrap – one which has never been washed in the entirety of its tenure.”
“And these throw pillows?” Arthur frowned at them. They were fringy, floraly, unmanly things that would have to be hidden the next time he had the guys over for a sports night.
“Those were gifts from Gwen, actually. She said they were darling,” Merlin said.
“Did you agree, and not just to be nice?”
“Yes,” Merlin said quietly.
“I rest my case. You are so gay that you shat unicorns with rainbow manes and sparkly glitter.”
“Oh yeah? Well I wasn’t the one last night who kept going ‘Oh Merlin, fuck me harder’ – that’s pretty gay.”
The had a quiet moment, realizing that fighting over which was the gayer of the two was sophomoric, pointless, and a hopeless battle.
“...want some chips?” Arthur finally said.
“Sure,” Merlin said, as he sat down on the couch with its marriage of manly and not-so-manly throw pillows. And then, there was just the upcoming game, at least until the next arguments came up – and considering that it’d been a shoddy year for their team, it’d probably involve some distraction other than sports, but then, the makeup sex was well worth the randomness of their spats, occasionally bending to such lows as fighter over which one of them was the gayest.
Title Of The Evils Of Swan Boats
Series: Final Fantasy VIII
Character/Pairing: Squall/Rinoa
Rating: PG
Word count:415
Author’s note:comment_fic: Final Fantasy VIII, Squall/Rinoa, unofficial uses for the Leviathan summon
Everything had gone wrong from the minute they’d gotten to the supposedly ‘super-romantic place’, complete with swan paddle boats. For one, the seller was a despot. Also, the boats came off as somewhat creepy, not to mention saccharine.
“Tell them we saved the world and you’re the son of the president. Doesn’t that count for something?” Rinoa hissed.
When Squall failed to do this, she actually did interject to say that, the boat salesmen just stared blankly.
“We kind of saved the world so a swan boat isn’t too much to ask. Besides, I see all of them right there. Is it really so hard to get some service around here?” she pointed to a row of colorful boats, in blue and pink and purple, as well as the standard white.
“Back of the line,” the boatman said.
By then Rinoa was close to the breaking point. She stormed off to the water, and Squall sighed. He stared up at the sky, and when he looked back down, it was to the towering form of Leviathan swimming around the lake. Levithan roared, and people in swan paddle boats screamed and likely wet themselves in terror. Boats flipped over, and a sense of pandemonium fell on the people of this – as Rinoa had put it – ‘cute place’ as every one of them tried desperately to flee the beast in a slow, nigh useless paddle boats.
“There’s lots of boats now, isn’t there mister boatman? Well I don’t want your stupid boats! My ride is much cooler!” Rinoa even stuck her tongue out for good measure.
“Climb on, Squall!”
Squall wasn’t about to pick a fight with Leviathan, even if he probably would be able to win. He did have to admit that this was more appealing than a swan boat.
“What’s next, using Odin to get past traffic?” he said.
Rinoa beamed and turned to throw her arms around him. “Squall, you’re a genius! That might work better than even blamming them with magic like last time.”
There was more to Squall’s silence than mere stoicism. Rinoa tended to get possible world-destroying ideas when he said things. Even innocent comments which most people couldn’t construe ‘let’s unleash summons on the helpless people!’
At least Squall knew he’d never be bored around her.
Title: untitled
Series: Supernatural
Rating: PG
Word count: 331
Author’s Note:comment_fic: Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, Castiel could always sense the snow before it came
Castiel stared up at the greying sky. It’d been cold all day. Dean had lost all that childlike loving of snow with his childhood. The time they’d taken down a Yeti hadn’t helped, that was for sure. But Cas kept looking, as if he were seeing something coming down from the heavens.
“What?” Dean said.
“It’s going to snow,” Castiel said. “Can you hear it?”
Dean frowned. “No. I can’t hear a damn thing. I’m human, remember?”
“Close your eyes,” Castiel said.
Everything in Dean rebelled against that. Years of being a hunter made all of Castiel’s be still, for He is near shit seem like just offering yourself to become monster bait. Dean slept with guns under the pillow, right where he could reach them. Salt thrown at the doorway and crucifixes only did so much.
But he did. He let himself be blind, if only for a second. He felt Castiel – or at least Jimmy’s – hand on him. It was warm, and crackled with a sort of energy that always radiated from him. It was what heaven felt like, he guessed. That same pure, sublime feeling that Cas exuded.
And he heard it. As clear as a bell, the sound, and feeling of the snow falling down. In that pure energy, he recaptured that which he’d lost and missed without even knowing it. Innocence. Back to the days of throwing snowballs with Sammy when devils and monsters were things in stories and even if you believed they were under your bed they weren’t really.
“I can hear it, Cas,” Dean said.
“I know,” Castiel said.
And with Castiel’s hand on his, he almost felt like he could believe. In that churchy, Spirit In The Sky stuff. If heaven as a whole was half so pristine, and calming as Cas, then it almost made sense. Almost.
Title: untitled
Series: Weiss Kreuz Gluehen
Character/Pairing: Mamoru/Nagi
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 229
Author’s note:comment_fic: Weiss Kreuz, author's choice, cruel as winter
What made Mamoru all the more fearsome was if anyone looked deep enough, they’d find a boy named Omi in his past. Said boy had been idealistic, and innocent – at least, as innocent as a group of killers got. Nagi himself had known Omi, or at least known him as best as an enemy could. He’d heard some of his nauseating speeches, seen his camaraderie. Nagi remembered seeing him smile and laugh while holding flowers in a stake out. Aya had enough brooding sorrow for ten men, but Omi had been mostly hopeful, and mostly spared.
Now to see him so coldly ordering Nagi to take care of someone, and to make it as discreet as possible, it was as if the boy had never existed. Takitori had swallowed him up until there was nothing but coldness in his eyes. Winter, that’s what Takitori was. A swallowing amorphous blob of winter that absorbed whoever came to it and spat out the empty remains.
This was the proof that there was no hope in the world, hadn’t Mamoru proved that? But as far as Nagi was concerned, it was an improvement. There was no room for hope or rosy idealistic notions in his their world.
Title: Midsummer Roses
Series: Weiss Kreuz Gluhen
Character/pairing: Mamoru/Nagi
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 369
Author’s note:comment_fic: Weiss Kreuz, author's choice, midsummer roses
Mamoru had a fondness for roses. Maybe he liked their texture, the classy association, or the thorny and deadly aspects to them. Or maybe he just liked the smell. Nagi never asked. He had his suspicions, but he kept them to himself. It was however, only the deepest crimson ones he liked, the ones with a color so similar to blood. The macabre roses were his only delight.
Nagi often brought them back after missions, his gloves bloodstained and the scent of death mixing with the scent of roses. Mamoru would always take them from him, his expression suddenly nostalgic, and distant, as if centered to a far off time.
Nagi didn’t know why he did it. He didn’t feel the need to brown-nose like some of the other workers. He knew his place in Takitori was secure. Somewhere along the line, Mamoru had decided that to keep your friends close and your enemies closer though Nagi’s role seemed to have evolved to be a strange mix of both.
On second thought, he did. He liked that look, a expression like regret, loss and innocence. A look back to a boy Mamoru once was. But it always only lasted a moment, afterwards which Mamoru would tersely thank him and he’d give the report.
Sometimes they’d fuck afterwards, as Mamoru seemed to like the mixes of scents, the death, the roses, and even Negi himself. They never spoke of it before, after, or even during. Fucking was just a part of their not-friendship, not-enemyship whatever they had.
Nagi made it clear that Mamoru could have all the wives he needed, but if Mamoru started fucking his other contractors? They’d end up dead. No exceptions. Mamoru had laughed at that, something that didn’t happen too often.
They had something undefined, which neither sought to place and label and name. It was some sort of relationship that skirted a simple contractor, friendship or enemyship. They were tangled and swirling, and neither sought any sort of change from this chaos they had called their own.
Title: Plagiarism
Series: Final Fantasy VIII
Character/Pairing: Seifer/Quistis
Rating: PG
Word count: 284
Author’s Note:comment_fic: Final Fantasy VIII, Quistis/Seifer, plagarism
“Seifer, in my office after class.”
A few students laughed, laughter which was instantly muffled at Quistis’ cold glance. Seifer followed in the most cocksure way possible, it was a swagger, really. He had no problems with his self-esteem.
“Sit down,” she said.
He sat down in the most belligerent way possible and even put his feet up on the table, crossed at the ankles. He stared up at her, daring her to push them off.
She did just that.
“The paper you submitted was well written, however it was not yours. I’d know, considering I was the one who wrote it. Being part of the disciplinary committee, I assume you already know the punishments for plagiarism.”
“Ten lashes of your whip, Mistress Trepe?”
“No,” she said evenly, “Though I may provide that punishment on my own if you keep being a smug bastard.”
Seifer laughed.
“What eludes me, however, is how you could assume that I would miss my own work. It even had my handwriting. I know you aren’t stupid, so why are you acting like you are?”
“I was just making sure you were paying attention. Otherwise I’d have to get the discipline committee on you and do the punishing for once.”
He pulled out a paper from his coat and handed it over. “Here’s my real report.”
She looked over it, her lips pursed.
“Three hours of detention. If you ever pull a trick like this again, I will not be so lenient.”
Seifer smirked. “Go on. I dare you. In fact, I’ll be waiting.”
Title: Bewitched.
Series: Merlin
Character/Pairing: Merlin/Arthur, Uther
Rating: PG?
Word count:
Author’s note:comment_fic: Merlin, dark!Merlin/Arthur + Uther, he belongs to me now
“He belongs to me now,” said the boy. “You do not deserve him.”
Uther wished he could say that he saw it all along, that somewhere deep down he knew that this boy was trouble But he hadn’t The boy had seemed nice enough, and was in the extraneous side view all servants held, save for Gaius. The boy put his arm around Arthur, and licked his neck, in a possessive gesture. Arthur did little more than moan, ensorcelled as he was.
He drew his sword, a useless gesture as the boy with a wave of his hand and a chant of some magical words turned it twisted and useless. First Nimeuh had stolen his wife, and now, this changeling son of hers had stolen away his son. His son faded away with the boy, once a servant, now a vile magician. He reached out to grab his son, only to find air where flesh and mail had once been.
He was gone, just as Igraine had left him.
Magic had stolen everything from him in the end.
Title: Fairydust
Series: Weiss Kreuz
Rating: PG
Word count: 199
Author’s Note:comment_fic: Weiss Kreuz, author's choice, one of the characters is an elf
Omi stared in horror at the picture before him. There was his mother, dressed like Arwen from The Lord Of The Rings. Her ears were very pointy. Beside her was looked to be Reiji Takatori, though that side of the picture was harder to see.
“These are your parents,”Aya said gravely.
“You mean all of this time I was a Takatori...and half-elf? My life is a lie!” Omi sobbed.
“I always knew the kid was a fairy but a Takatori too? That’s harsh,” Yohji said. “Though he did kind of exude a sort of sparkling aura, and I have seen him frolic more than once.”
Ken glared at him and patted Omi on the shoulder. “We won’t think any different of you even if you do sparkle in the sunlight.”
“That’s vampires,” Aya said.
“What? Vampires don’t sparkle in the sunlight,” Yohji said.
Aya returned to being Sullen And Brooding and made a mental note to hide a certain volume of his reading material where Yohji would never, ever find it.
Series: xxxHolic
Character/Pairing: Clow/Yuuko
Rating: PG
Word count: 171
Author’s note:
comment_fic: xxxHOliC, Clow/Yuuko, pleonasm. Sort of a variation on that one joke – you know the one I mean. ‘You, good ma’am are ugly’ ‘and you sir, are drunk!’ ‘But I will be sober in the morning’.“You are entirely redundant,” Yuuko said between shots of drink.
“And you are drunk, my dear,” Clow said. He always could hold his liquor a bit better than her, and this was a point of constant irritation and contention to her.
“Yes,” she slurred, “but I will be sober in the morning, and in the morning you will still be a redundant, loquacious ass.”
“I missed you too. More wine?”
He grinned the kind of insufferable expression that only a man less drunk than her could make. If it wouldn’t have involved wasting precious wine, she’d have thrown it at his head.
As it was he’d get his in the end, for he always had the worse hangovers of them both.
3.
Title: Sandalwood
Series: Merlin au
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 320
Author’s note:
comment_fic: Merlin, Arthur/Merlin, Scented candleArthur was stretched out on the couch, which was of his picking. It was a manly couch, made of comfortable, yet utterly manly material, just like everything else Arthur picked.
Arthur lit a small puce candle. “Isn’t it nice? It’s Sandalwood. Gwen and I went shopping at Pier 1 the other day and I picked it up.”
“Merlin, sometimes you’re so gay, I’m surprised you don’t spontaneously combust,” Arthur said.
“I prefer this apartment not to smell like a wet jockstrap – one which has never been washed in the entirety of its tenure.”
“And these throw pillows?” Arthur frowned at them. They were fringy, floraly, unmanly things that would have to be hidden the next time he had the guys over for a sports night.
“Those were gifts from Gwen, actually. She said they were darling,” Merlin said.
“Did you agree, and not just to be nice?”
“Yes,” Merlin said quietly.
“I rest my case. You are so gay that you shat unicorns with rainbow manes and sparkly glitter.”
“Oh yeah? Well I wasn’t the one last night who kept going ‘Oh Merlin, fuck me harder’ – that’s pretty gay.”
The had a quiet moment, realizing that fighting over which was the gayer of the two was sophomoric, pointless, and a hopeless battle.
“...want some chips?” Arthur finally said.
“Sure,” Merlin said, as he sat down on the couch with its marriage of manly and not-so-manly throw pillows. And then, there was just the upcoming game, at least until the next arguments came up – and considering that it’d been a shoddy year for their team, it’d probably involve some distraction other than sports, but then, the makeup sex was well worth the randomness of their spats, occasionally bending to such lows as fighter over which one of them was the gayest.
Title Of The Evils Of Swan Boats
Series: Final Fantasy VIII
Character/Pairing: Squall/Rinoa
Rating: PG
Word count:415
Author’s note:
comment_fic: Final Fantasy VIII, Squall/Rinoa, unofficial uses for the Leviathan summonEverything had gone wrong from the minute they’d gotten to the supposedly ‘super-romantic place’, complete with swan paddle boats. For one, the seller was a despot. Also, the boats came off as somewhat creepy, not to mention saccharine.
“Tell them we saved the world and you’re the son of the president. Doesn’t that count for something?” Rinoa hissed.
When Squall failed to do this, she actually did interject to say that, the boat salesmen just stared blankly.
“We kind of saved the world so a swan boat isn’t too much to ask. Besides, I see all of them right there. Is it really so hard to get some service around here?” she pointed to a row of colorful boats, in blue and pink and purple, as well as the standard white.
“Back of the line,” the boatman said.
By then Rinoa was close to the breaking point. She stormed off to the water, and Squall sighed. He stared up at the sky, and when he looked back down, it was to the towering form of Leviathan swimming around the lake. Levithan roared, and people in swan paddle boats screamed and likely wet themselves in terror. Boats flipped over, and a sense of pandemonium fell on the people of this – as Rinoa had put it – ‘cute place’ as every one of them tried desperately to flee the beast in a slow, nigh useless paddle boats.
“There’s lots of boats now, isn’t there mister boatman? Well I don’t want your stupid boats! My ride is much cooler!” Rinoa even stuck her tongue out for good measure.
“Climb on, Squall!”
Squall wasn’t about to pick a fight with Leviathan, even if he probably would be able to win. He did have to admit that this was more appealing than a swan boat.
“What’s next, using Odin to get past traffic?” he said.
Rinoa beamed and turned to throw her arms around him. “Squall, you’re a genius! That might work better than even blamming them with magic like last time.”
There was more to Squall’s silence than mere stoicism. Rinoa tended to get possible world-destroying ideas when he said things. Even innocent comments which most people couldn’t construe ‘let’s unleash summons on the helpless people!’
At least Squall knew he’d never be bored around her.
Title: untitled
Series: Supernatural
Rating: PG
Word count: 331
Author’s Note:
comment_fic: Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, Castiel could always sense the snow before it cameCastiel stared up at the greying sky. It’d been cold all day. Dean had lost all that childlike loving of snow with his childhood. The time they’d taken down a Yeti hadn’t helped, that was for sure. But Cas kept looking, as if he were seeing something coming down from the heavens.
“What?” Dean said.
“It’s going to snow,” Castiel said. “Can you hear it?”
Dean frowned. “No. I can’t hear a damn thing. I’m human, remember?”
“Close your eyes,” Castiel said.
Everything in Dean rebelled against that. Years of being a hunter made all of Castiel’s be still, for He is near shit seem like just offering yourself to become monster bait. Dean slept with guns under the pillow, right where he could reach them. Salt thrown at the doorway and crucifixes only did so much.
But he did. He let himself be blind, if only for a second. He felt Castiel – or at least Jimmy’s – hand on him. It was warm, and crackled with a sort of energy that always radiated from him. It was what heaven felt like, he guessed. That same pure, sublime feeling that Cas exuded.
And he heard it. As clear as a bell, the sound, and feeling of the snow falling down. In that pure energy, he recaptured that which he’d lost and missed without even knowing it. Innocence. Back to the days of throwing snowballs with Sammy when devils and monsters were things in stories and even if you believed they were under your bed they weren’t really.
“I can hear it, Cas,” Dean said.
“I know,” Castiel said.
And with Castiel’s hand on his, he almost felt like he could believe. In that churchy, Spirit In The Sky stuff. If heaven as a whole was half so pristine, and calming as Cas, then it almost made sense. Almost.
Title: untitled
Series: Weiss Kreuz Gluehen
Character/Pairing: Mamoru/Nagi
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 229
Author’s note:
comment_fic: Weiss Kreuz, author's choice, cruel as winterWhat made Mamoru all the more fearsome was if anyone looked deep enough, they’d find a boy named Omi in his past. Said boy had been idealistic, and innocent – at least, as innocent as a group of killers got. Nagi himself had known Omi, or at least known him as best as an enemy could. He’d heard some of his nauseating speeches, seen his camaraderie. Nagi remembered seeing him smile and laugh while holding flowers in a stake out. Aya had enough brooding sorrow for ten men, but Omi had been mostly hopeful, and mostly spared.
Now to see him so coldly ordering Nagi to take care of someone, and to make it as discreet as possible, it was as if the boy had never existed. Takitori had swallowed him up until there was nothing but coldness in his eyes. Winter, that’s what Takitori was. A swallowing amorphous blob of winter that absorbed whoever came to it and spat out the empty remains.
This was the proof that there was no hope in the world, hadn’t Mamoru proved that? But as far as Nagi was concerned, it was an improvement. There was no room for hope or rosy idealistic notions in his their world.
Title: Midsummer Roses
Series: Weiss Kreuz Gluhen
Character/pairing: Mamoru/Nagi
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 369
Author’s note:
comment_fic: Weiss Kreuz, author's choice, midsummer rosesMamoru had a fondness for roses. Maybe he liked their texture, the classy association, or the thorny and deadly aspects to them. Or maybe he just liked the smell. Nagi never asked. He had his suspicions, but he kept them to himself. It was however, only the deepest crimson ones he liked, the ones with a color so similar to blood. The macabre roses were his only delight.
Nagi often brought them back after missions, his gloves bloodstained and the scent of death mixing with the scent of roses. Mamoru would always take them from him, his expression suddenly nostalgic, and distant, as if centered to a far off time.
Nagi didn’t know why he did it. He didn’t feel the need to brown-nose like some of the other workers. He knew his place in Takitori was secure. Somewhere along the line, Mamoru had decided that to keep your friends close and your enemies closer though Nagi’s role seemed to have evolved to be a strange mix of both.
On second thought, he did. He liked that look, a expression like regret, loss and innocence. A look back to a boy Mamoru once was. But it always only lasted a moment, afterwards which Mamoru would tersely thank him and he’d give the report.
Sometimes they’d fuck afterwards, as Mamoru seemed to like the mixes of scents, the death, the roses, and even Negi himself. They never spoke of it before, after, or even during. Fucking was just a part of their not-friendship, not-enemyship whatever they had.
Nagi made it clear that Mamoru could have all the wives he needed, but if Mamoru started fucking his other contractors? They’d end up dead. No exceptions. Mamoru had laughed at that, something that didn’t happen too often.
They had something undefined, which neither sought to place and label and name. It was some sort of relationship that skirted a simple contractor, friendship or enemyship. They were tangled and swirling, and neither sought any sort of change from this chaos they had called their own.
Title: Plagiarism
Series: Final Fantasy VIII
Character/Pairing: Seifer/Quistis
Rating: PG
Word count: 284
Author’s Note:
comment_fic: Final Fantasy VIII, Quistis/Seifer, plagarism“Seifer, in my office after class.”
A few students laughed, laughter which was instantly muffled at Quistis’ cold glance. Seifer followed in the most cocksure way possible, it was a swagger, really. He had no problems with his self-esteem.
“Sit down,” she said.
He sat down in the most belligerent way possible and even put his feet up on the table, crossed at the ankles. He stared up at her, daring her to push them off.
She did just that.
“The paper you submitted was well written, however it was not yours. I’d know, considering I was the one who wrote it. Being part of the disciplinary committee, I assume you already know the punishments for plagiarism.”
“Ten lashes of your whip, Mistress Trepe?”
“No,” she said evenly, “Though I may provide that punishment on my own if you keep being a smug bastard.”
Seifer laughed.
“What eludes me, however, is how you could assume that I would miss my own work. It even had my handwriting. I know you aren’t stupid, so why are you acting like you are?”
“I was just making sure you were paying attention. Otherwise I’d have to get the discipline committee on you and do the punishing for once.”
He pulled out a paper from his coat and handed it over. “Here’s my real report.”
She looked over it, her lips pursed.
“Three hours of detention. If you ever pull a trick like this again, I will not be so lenient.”
Seifer smirked. “Go on. I dare you. In fact, I’ll be waiting.”
Title: Bewitched.
Series: Merlin
Character/Pairing: Merlin/Arthur, Uther
Rating: PG?
Word count:
Author’s note:
comment_fic: Merlin, dark!Merlin/Arthur + Uther, he belongs to me now “He belongs to me now,” said the boy. “You do not deserve him.”
Uther wished he could say that he saw it all along, that somewhere deep down he knew that this boy was trouble But he hadn’t The boy had seemed nice enough, and was in the extraneous side view all servants held, save for Gaius. The boy put his arm around Arthur, and licked his neck, in a possessive gesture. Arthur did little more than moan, ensorcelled as he was.
He drew his sword, a useless gesture as the boy with a wave of his hand and a chant of some magical words turned it twisted and useless. First Nimeuh had stolen his wife, and now, this changeling son of hers had stolen away his son. His son faded away with the boy, once a servant, now a vile magician. He reached out to grab his son, only to find air where flesh and mail had once been.
He was gone, just as Igraine had left him.
Magic had stolen everything from him in the end.
Title: Fairydust
Series: Weiss Kreuz
Rating: PG
Word count: 199
Author’s Note:
comment_fic: Weiss Kreuz, author's choice, one of the characters is an elfOmi stared in horror at the picture before him. There was his mother, dressed like Arwen from The Lord Of The Rings. Her ears were very pointy. Beside her was looked to be Reiji Takatori, though that side of the picture was harder to see.
“These are your parents,”Aya said gravely.
“You mean all of this time I was a Takatori...and half-elf? My life is a lie!” Omi sobbed.
“I always knew the kid was a fairy but a Takatori too? That’s harsh,” Yohji said. “Though he did kind of exude a sort of sparkling aura, and I have seen him frolic more than once.”
Ken glared at him and patted Omi on the shoulder. “We won’t think any different of you even if you do sparkle in the sunlight.”
“That’s vampires,” Aya said.
“What? Vampires don’t sparkle in the sunlight,” Yohji said.
Aya returned to being Sullen And Brooding and made a mental note to hide a certain volume of his reading material where Yohji would never, ever find it.
