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Assorted Drabbles
As I'm deleting my tumblr, I decided to archive the ficbits I only posted on Tumblr over here on DW.
Posted: 4/21/13
Prompt: Tiki/Say'ri, worship (from![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
rosage)
Say'ri first walked the endless stairs of the Mila Tree when she was five. That was old enough, by Chon'sin tradition, for a Princess to begin to learn her duties. She remembered struggling to stay quiet for the climb–but at last they reached the top.
Say'ri gave her their offering: a basket of sweet rolls. The Voice, sweet and affectionate like a lady from a distant court, accepted it happily and offered her one in return. A sharp look from her father told her to decline.
Tags: #if I had the wordspace I would've elaborated on the weirdness of Tiki being older than her at first #and then Say'ri growing past Tiki's physical age #but eh
Posted: 4/21/13
Prompt: Character of your choice, but have a prompt: drama. (fromtabine)
[Man, it actually takes longer to decide on something when it’s character-of-my-choice.]
Eirika looked nervously at the judges’ panel.
L'Arachel gleefully exclaimed, “Full points!”
“Full points!” Dozla echoed.
They all looked at Rennac. “I’ve heard wyverns do better,” he said.
“What!” L'Arachel jumped onto the table and pointed her pen at him. “Show me the wyvern whose voice is more dulcet than that of Lady Eirika!”
“I’m saying she has no sense of pitch nor rhythm, and I couldn’t make out half the words. I say she’s out.”
And in that moment, the internet broke into an uproar. Eirika supporters and Rennac defenders sniped each other with gifsets for weeks.
Posted: 4/21/13
Prompt: Your favourite FE13 pairing/character and storm? (from Anonymous)
I would uhhh totally do this if not for the fact that I very recently wrote Henry/Olivia in a storm for an actual fic I am working on and it’s a fairly important scene. If I were to avoid repeating myself I’d have to write a situation that I less easily imagine, which ruins half the fun.
So here, have my second-favorite.
—
Rain began to pour while Gerome was still out on reconnaissance. Lucina’s brow knit with worry when the thunder started. It was terribly dangerous weather for flying.
“He’s got the sense to stay on the ground,” Brady tried to comfort her.
“And he hasn’t the sense to come right back,” Lucina murmured.
She knew how seriously he must have taken it when she impressed upon him their need to move on soon. And they did–but he was always so inflexible.
Orders have changed, she would’ve liked to say. Come back quickly.
Posted: 4/21/13
Prompt: comfort, pairing: leonardo and edward (from Anonymous)
After they lost their pursuers and caught their breath, Leonardo noticed that the abrasions on his knees and elbows were deep. He needed some salve and bandages–if those wounds festered, there was a chance he could go lame.
But he hadn’t any of that. Not here, in the middle of the ruined city, far away from the comforts of the academy.
Leonardo sighed. That caught his companion’s attention.
“We should do something about your wounds,” he said. “I know where we can find some clean water and herbs.”
That was when he first noticed the warmth in his eyes.
Posted: 4/29/13
Prompt: Virion & ??? non-pairing, pastries/baked goods (from Anonymous)
After tasting one of the delicate pastries left out on the table–with layers so thin and buttery that despite the fresh crisp it seemed to melt in his mouth–Virion decided that Maribelle must have found an unknown genius to cater for her wedding, and that this chef must be introduced to the culinary world proper.
So after the wedding was over and he had the chance, he asked about the catering arrangements.
“Oh, did you like them?” Maribelle said innocently with a mischievous smile tugging at her lips. “You should be proud of your son.”
Posted: 5/12/13
Prompt: this picture by reversere
Only on one occasion did Gerome ever enter the Grand Palace of Plegia, when the Queen Consort had granted him an audience on account of needing a mask (his specialty) for some upcoming event. She had sifted through his stock with her long painted fingernails, scowled and complained of the quality of his work, and concluded her business with him without making a purchase–a calculated insult.
So Gerome was led back out with his full cart of wares. In those last few moments walking through the halls of luxury, he let his eyes wander and absorb all the fine sights that they could find, like a starved peasant wrongly let into a feast. Walls of finest even-grained stone, candleholders of fine metalwork, little carved wyvern heads for doorknobs.
And from one hall came the sounds of music and laughter. He looked there as they passed, and for an instant he watched a slender dancing boy turn with the flash of gold adorning his fluid movements. The dancer opened his eyes and looked at him for just a moment before they passed the corner and he was out of sight.
Afterward, when the guards had finished pushing him back out into the dusty colorless streets where he was evidently deemed to belong, Gerome took the cart back to the man he’d borrowed it from, and packed up his wares, and saddled his mount for a ride to another city to entice some other, lower-ranking nobles with whom he’d had more success.
His failures were usually a blur in his mind. But whenever he pictured the luxury of royalty, he always remembered that dancing boy. Because although he was made of bones and flesh, there was value in his movements, some art that the Queen Consort had gladly paid for, which (if he had the means) he would have paid to see again, too.
Tags: #drabbles #some ancient-civilization au i made up on the spot #it's what the slender gold reminds me of #also i have a thing for brief encounters with beauty that stick with you #which is why half of this is rambling about gerome
Posted: 6/5/14
Prompt: I found this handwritten on a page while sorting my stuff. It’s written on scratch paper with 4/21/2011 printed on the bottom, which (given the floofy style I was into at the time) seems about right to me. I don’t remember typing this up and I’m not sure I ever did, so I figured I’d dump it here.
—
It has been at least three months, and no more than two years, as far as Knoll can tell. Some time before, he tallied off each day with the shifts of the guards–the coarse one with the drawl attending five times a week–but there was a period a month in when he lost the drive to keep time, and when he came to he wasn’t sure if it had been hours or days or weeks or months, though the wisps of hair on his face suggested two weeks.
By that time he realized that it did not matter. Some days a guard would tell him that his execution would be postponed for two weeks hence, and soon after the Prince himself might visit, spin upon him, test if he was yet repentent (he was not) and declare it to be tomorrow. And a week again, and the afternoon, and two months’ time. Knoll hardly kept track of the passage of time, as he well understood that he would die at any time. That was the truth of it.
On this day, whichever day it was, Prince Lyon came to linger before his cell and call, “Are you still of your mind?”
Knoll often wondered if he should keep it, but replied, “Yes.”
“And you maintain your treason?”
“Yes”–and perhaps he really had lost his mind, forgetting the many fates worse than hanging, for he said–“I suspect you would not believe me, regardless.”
The Prince squinted at him a bit oddly, perhaps, a strange chuckle brewing in his throat. “Not when you still defy me so. You will be executed tomorrow.”
So it would be a tomorrow, then. Knoll wondered at times why it was never a today. Perhaps the Demon King wanted to see him grovel and beg before his death. Perhaps the Prince struggled with whether he wanted him dead after all. Perhaps neither of them wanted him dead, just broken.
If his hair were not already imperial silver, with no signs of darkening, he might have observed the aging whites that visited the heads of the few other prisoners who lived past a month. He felt the toll of the loneliness upon him, worse than the strain of any magic he had tried, days and nights and sustenance rather than meals and his weakening arms, legs, resolve. Tomorrow or next month or next week or tomorrow–he would not die today, which was of no comfort to him at all.
Posted: 3/1/15
Prompt: wet-noodles asked: yukiko/chie, things you said [make your own] - why isn't there "THINGS YOU SAID WHILE WE WERE DYING" in that list, because there should be. (alternatively "things you said when we were on top of the world" because either of these work for p4's tumultuous endgame)
Before any words can make it out of Chie’s mouth—before she even realizes that what’s happening in front of her is even real—Yukiko has slammed into Yu with all her weight, knocking him away from the shadowy hands—and they seize Yukiko instead and drag her into the depths of unreality.
Chie might have screamed, “Yukiko,” but she can’t remember if it made it out of her mouth or if she only screamed it in her mind.
In the next moment, the hands reach upward for Yu again. Chie knows what has to be done—and very little stops her from shoving Yu away knowing that the shadows would snare her ankles and drag her down.
Posted: 3/1/15
Prompt: missxylia asked: 22 [things you said after it was over] chie/yukiko :DDDD
With their knees poking out of the steam and their shins occasionally bumping under the water, Yukiko and Chie shared a nice hot soak in the Amagi baths in the evening of their victory. The last eight hours had really been too long to have all happened in one day, Chie thought. And then for some reason it made her think about the future they had just won, and how incomprehensibly vast it seemed, and she said, “Yukiko, do you think I’ll make it into the police academy?”
“Why not?” Yukiko said, knowing she wasn’t looking for cloying reassurances.
“I dunno. I was thinking about my grades, I guess. And Naoto. She’s been a detective all her life and it’s still rough on her, so… I dunno.”
“Well,” Yukiko said, “they would be foolish not to take you. We all know you’re more than brave enough for the job.”
Somehow, in the warmth of the onsen and the pleasant ache of her legs and the clean feeling of knowing the world was safe, Yukiko’s words sounded very weighty to her right then. All she said back was, “Thanks, Yukiko,” because she never did know how to take a compliment.
The following are for an "AUs I won't write" meme, so they are more summary than fic. Still, I liked some of these, so here they are.
Posted: 4/12/15
Prompt: goldoans asked: Chie/Yukiko AU where Yukiko is an actual princess
Yukiko the actual princess is unhappy with the confines of her life. Once when she was younger she attempted to run away and only got so far as a river before she realized she had no idea what she was doing. She found by a young page who had been sent to that river to water the horses. The page, Chie, was a great comfort to her, and they’ve kept in touch ever since. And although Chie only ever wanted to earn knighthood by her own merits, Yukiko miiight not have left that matter to chance.
As she aged, Yukiko accepted that she would come to guide the kingdom and set her mind to doing it well. Knowing that Chie would never be happy lazing around the castle guarding her, she sends Chie off to troubled places to report back to her about how things are going and how they should help. It worries her to send Chie straight into the heart of danger, but she knows that Chie wouldn’t have it any other way.
One day, Chie returns with rumors that people are disappearing and turning up dead. And shortly after, a wizard arrives in her court who might have the power to help her find some answers…
Posted: 4/12/15
Prompt: robancrow asked: Ike/Soren veterinary clinic AU.
Soren hates animals, but it doesn’t matter because they gave him community service time at the animal shelter and he has no choice. He still thinks it was worth masterminding the complete ruin of his least favorite staff member at the youth shelter. If only he’d gotten away with it too.
Ike loves dogs. More importantly, his family needs to make rent after the death of his father, and Rhys generously offered him a spot at the front desk at his animal clinic.
One day, Soren has to help bring a ragged rescue dog to the clinic–and he meets again, for the first time in many years, the only friend he’d ever had in his life.
Subsequently he makes excuses to be sent on trips to the clinic. The shelter staff thinks he’s finally opening up to animals. Ike also seems to think he’s a nice person because of it, so Soren doesn’t really bother correcting anyone.
Will their relationship survive the revelation that Soren isn’t a dog person!?
Posted: 4/12/15
Prompt: tattedmariposa asked: tell me about a Henry/Olivia artist/muse AU :3
Henry was introduced to art through an art therapy thing he was sent to in his teens. The therapist was very cool and encouraged them to toy with whatever kind of art felt right to them and showed them all sorts of art from lovely art books she brought with her, and Henry took a liking to abstract expressionism. However, it wasn’t really something practical for him to keep up as he was shuttled around state homes, and once he went to serve in the military for two years he had pretty much forgotten all about it.
He came back to his homeland with nothing more than the clothes on his back and a lot of emotional baggage. Twice a day, he would drift back to a homeless shelter for a bite to eat and someplace to sleep. As it so happens, it’s right next door to an open-air theater. Everyone would watch the performances as they stood in line for soup.
One night Henry saw Olivia dancing, and he thought it looked so lovely that it stirred something in him that still liked form and color and movement and expression. He stole five bottles of spraypaint and spent a night filling the back wall of the shelter. In the morning there was an uproar and it was clear that someone had caught him sneaking out, so Henry left before they could arrest him.
He took a pamplet from the theater with a schedule before he left.
Every night they put on a dancing performance, he’d watch from outside the chain-link fence, then find a sufficiently discreet wall, and paint to his heart’s content. It was a long walk from the shelter that didn’t know to call the police on him, but it was worth it.
I’m not sure how this story ends. Probably rather sadly. But for a little while, Henry is hungry but happy.
Posted: 4/13/15
Prompt: Anonymous asked: Idk if you're still doing the pairings thing, but Souyo wild west setting?
When his tailoring business in New York burned down and took away everything they had, Yosuke’s father packed the family in a wagon and set out to make a new life somewhere in the west. They settle in Kansas, where they grab some cheap land in the middle of nowhere.
Yosuke hates everything about their new farm in Kansas. Back in New York, he liked taking measurements for customers and flattering them and running out to the harbor to watch the boats come in.
Kansas mostly has a lot of grass.
One day, while decidedly not milking the cows at dawn, Yosuke discovered that the family of the plot next to them have a son his age, coincidentally also from New York. As if he were some magazine coverboy, he had finished milking the cows and feeding the chickens and drawing water for the house and yet his hair is flawless and groomed and Yosuke can’t even see any dirt on his hands.
Yosuke would’ve hated him, if he weren’t going slowly going crazy by being left alone among all the wheat and grass.
So Yosuke and Yu become fast friends and spend their teenage years slacking off from the fields and talking at the wooden fence that separated their families’ land, going off to fish together at the river, hunting buffalo.
Yu also rather liked riding, but Yosuke–despite bragging about being a decent horse rider in the streets of NYC–fell off the horse no less than three times on their first outing in rough terrain. Yu, sparing Yosuke’s dignity, did not insist upon riding again.
Or at least, not until years of poor farming practices ensured increasingly barren yields. Yu’s family decided to strike off further west, to California, where they hear you can pick gold up off the ground. Yu doesn’t really want to go with them. He says they’ve moved every other year of his life and he actually likes Kansas, and more importantly he likes Yosuke, and now that he’s old enough to be a man he wants to make his own decisions.
And Yosuke is like, great, let’s stick together pardner. but let’s get the hell out of here before we starve.
They make their way west looking for food and work. Eventually they’re welcomed onto a ranch by a cowgirl named Chie, who introduces them to the ranch’s owner’s daughter, Yukiko. And that night they go get a welcome-to-town drink at the bar and meet Saki the barmaid, who might be the first girl who actually likes Yosuke.
Yosuke jokes to Yu about how there are conveniently two brides right here (Chie doesn’t count), one for each of them, and they should brawl it out over who gets the pretty one. Instead, halfway through the brawl Yosuke feels this sudden panic, like if he gets married it means Settling Down And Doing Responsible Things Like Abandoning Everything To Go Farm In Kansas For The Sake Of The Kids and he doesn’t want that, he just wants to go wherever life is good with Yu. And so after Yu punches him in the face, Yosuke kisses him.
Yu kisses him back. It’s okay. It’s dark and they’d gone out pretty far to make sure no one broke up their brawl. They’re both hard as hell. They fix that problem before they go back.
The next morning there’s some commotion in town. Yosuke in his panic is half-convinced that they were caught fucking, but then he goes out onto the street and finds Saki shot dead in the middle of the road.
Yosuke finds Yu. They each grab a horse and a gun. Chie comes too. The rest is history.
Tags: #drabbles #decidedly not enough partner jokes #Anonymous
Posted: 4/21/13
Prompt: Tiki/Say'ri, worship (from
rosage)Say'ri first walked the endless stairs of the Mila Tree when she was five. That was old enough, by Chon'sin tradition, for a Princess to begin to learn her duties. She remembered struggling to stay quiet for the climb–but at last they reached the top.
Say'ri gave her their offering: a basket of sweet rolls. The Voice, sweet and affectionate like a lady from a distant court, accepted it happily and offered her one in return. A sharp look from her father told her to decline.
Tags: #if I had the wordspace I would've elaborated on the weirdness of Tiki being older than her at first #and then Say'ri growing past Tiki's physical age #but eh
Posted: 4/21/13
Prompt: Character of your choice, but have a prompt: drama. (from
tabine)[Man, it actually takes longer to decide on something when it’s character-of-my-choice.]
Eirika looked nervously at the judges’ panel.
L'Arachel gleefully exclaimed, “Full points!”
“Full points!” Dozla echoed.
They all looked at Rennac. “I’ve heard wyverns do better,” he said.
“What!” L'Arachel jumped onto the table and pointed her pen at him. “Show me the wyvern whose voice is more dulcet than that of Lady Eirika!”
“I’m saying she has no sense of pitch nor rhythm, and I couldn’t make out half the words. I say she’s out.”
And in that moment, the internet broke into an uproar. Eirika supporters and Rennac defenders sniped each other with gifsets for weeks.
Posted: 4/21/13
Prompt: Your favourite FE13 pairing/character and storm? (from Anonymous)
I would uhhh totally do this if not for the fact that I very recently wrote Henry/Olivia in a storm for an actual fic I am working on and it’s a fairly important scene. If I were to avoid repeating myself I’d have to write a situation that I less easily imagine, which ruins half the fun.
So here, have my second-favorite.
—
Rain began to pour while Gerome was still out on reconnaissance. Lucina’s brow knit with worry when the thunder started. It was terribly dangerous weather for flying.
“He’s got the sense to stay on the ground,” Brady tried to comfort her.
“And he hasn’t the sense to come right back,” Lucina murmured.
She knew how seriously he must have taken it when she impressed upon him their need to move on soon. And they did–but he was always so inflexible.
Orders have changed, she would’ve liked to say. Come back quickly.
Posted: 4/21/13
Prompt: comfort, pairing: leonardo and edward (from Anonymous)
After they lost their pursuers and caught their breath, Leonardo noticed that the abrasions on his knees and elbows were deep. He needed some salve and bandages–if those wounds festered, there was a chance he could go lame.
But he hadn’t any of that. Not here, in the middle of the ruined city, far away from the comforts of the academy.
Leonardo sighed. That caught his companion’s attention.
“We should do something about your wounds,” he said. “I know where we can find some clean water and herbs.”
That was when he first noticed the warmth in his eyes.
Posted: 4/29/13
Prompt: Virion & ??? non-pairing, pastries/baked goods (from Anonymous)
After tasting one of the delicate pastries left out on the table–with layers so thin and buttery that despite the fresh crisp it seemed to melt in his mouth–Virion decided that Maribelle must have found an unknown genius to cater for her wedding, and that this chef must be introduced to the culinary world proper.
So after the wedding was over and he had the chance, he asked about the catering arrangements.
“Oh, did you like them?” Maribelle said innocently with a mischievous smile tugging at her lips. “You should be proud of your son.”
Posted: 5/12/13
Prompt: this picture by reversere
Only on one occasion did Gerome ever enter the Grand Palace of Plegia, when the Queen Consort had granted him an audience on account of needing a mask (his specialty) for some upcoming event. She had sifted through his stock with her long painted fingernails, scowled and complained of the quality of his work, and concluded her business with him without making a purchase–a calculated insult.
So Gerome was led back out with his full cart of wares. In those last few moments walking through the halls of luxury, he let his eyes wander and absorb all the fine sights that they could find, like a starved peasant wrongly let into a feast. Walls of finest even-grained stone, candleholders of fine metalwork, little carved wyvern heads for doorknobs.
And from one hall came the sounds of music and laughter. He looked there as they passed, and for an instant he watched a slender dancing boy turn with the flash of gold adorning his fluid movements. The dancer opened his eyes and looked at him for just a moment before they passed the corner and he was out of sight.
Afterward, when the guards had finished pushing him back out into the dusty colorless streets where he was evidently deemed to belong, Gerome took the cart back to the man he’d borrowed it from, and packed up his wares, and saddled his mount for a ride to another city to entice some other, lower-ranking nobles with whom he’d had more success.
His failures were usually a blur in his mind. But whenever he pictured the luxury of royalty, he always remembered that dancing boy. Because although he was made of bones and flesh, there was value in his movements, some art that the Queen Consort had gladly paid for, which (if he had the means) he would have paid to see again, too.
Tags: #drabbles #some ancient-civilization au i made up on the spot #it's what the slender gold reminds me of #also i have a thing for brief encounters with beauty that stick with you #which is why half of this is rambling about gerome
Posted: 6/5/14
Prompt: I found this handwritten on a page while sorting my stuff. It’s written on scratch paper with 4/21/2011 printed on the bottom, which (given the floofy style I was into at the time) seems about right to me. I don’t remember typing this up and I’m not sure I ever did, so I figured I’d dump it here.
—
It has been at least three months, and no more than two years, as far as Knoll can tell. Some time before, he tallied off each day with the shifts of the guards–the coarse one with the drawl attending five times a week–but there was a period a month in when he lost the drive to keep time, and when he came to he wasn’t sure if it had been hours or days or weeks or months, though the wisps of hair on his face suggested two weeks.
By that time he realized that it did not matter. Some days a guard would tell him that his execution would be postponed for two weeks hence, and soon after the Prince himself might visit, spin upon him, test if he was yet repentent (he was not) and declare it to be tomorrow. And a week again, and the afternoon, and two months’ time. Knoll hardly kept track of the passage of time, as he well understood that he would die at any time. That was the truth of it.
On this day, whichever day it was, Prince Lyon came to linger before his cell and call, “Are you still of your mind?”
Knoll often wondered if he should keep it, but replied, “Yes.”
“And you maintain your treason?”
“Yes”–and perhaps he really had lost his mind, forgetting the many fates worse than hanging, for he said–“I suspect you would not believe me, regardless.”
The Prince squinted at him a bit oddly, perhaps, a strange chuckle brewing in his throat. “Not when you still defy me so. You will be executed tomorrow.”
So it would be a tomorrow, then. Knoll wondered at times why it was never a today. Perhaps the Demon King wanted to see him grovel and beg before his death. Perhaps the Prince struggled with whether he wanted him dead after all. Perhaps neither of them wanted him dead, just broken.
If his hair were not already imperial silver, with no signs of darkening, he might have observed the aging whites that visited the heads of the few other prisoners who lived past a month. He felt the toll of the loneliness upon him, worse than the strain of any magic he had tried, days and nights and sustenance rather than meals and his weakening arms, legs, resolve. Tomorrow or next month or next week or tomorrow–he would not die today, which was of no comfort to him at all.
Posted: 3/1/15
Prompt: wet-noodles asked: yukiko/chie, things you said [make your own] - why isn't there "THINGS YOU SAID WHILE WE WERE DYING" in that list, because there should be. (alternatively "things you said when we were on top of the world" because either of these work for p4's tumultuous endgame)
Before any words can make it out of Chie’s mouth—before she even realizes that what’s happening in front of her is even real—Yukiko has slammed into Yu with all her weight, knocking him away from the shadowy hands—and they seize Yukiko instead and drag her into the depths of unreality.
Chie might have screamed, “Yukiko,” but she can’t remember if it made it out of her mouth or if she only screamed it in her mind.
In the next moment, the hands reach upward for Yu again. Chie knows what has to be done—and very little stops her from shoving Yu away knowing that the shadows would snare her ankles and drag her down.
Posted: 3/1/15
Prompt: missxylia asked: 22 [things you said after it was over] chie/yukiko :DDDD
With their knees poking out of the steam and their shins occasionally bumping under the water, Yukiko and Chie shared a nice hot soak in the Amagi baths in the evening of their victory. The last eight hours had really been too long to have all happened in one day, Chie thought. And then for some reason it made her think about the future they had just won, and how incomprehensibly vast it seemed, and she said, “Yukiko, do you think I’ll make it into the police academy?”
“Why not?” Yukiko said, knowing she wasn’t looking for cloying reassurances.
“I dunno. I was thinking about my grades, I guess. And Naoto. She’s been a detective all her life and it’s still rough on her, so… I dunno.”
“Well,” Yukiko said, “they would be foolish not to take you. We all know you’re more than brave enough for the job.”
Somehow, in the warmth of the onsen and the pleasant ache of her legs and the clean feeling of knowing the world was safe, Yukiko’s words sounded very weighty to her right then. All she said back was, “Thanks, Yukiko,” because she never did know how to take a compliment.
The following are for an "AUs I won't write" meme, so they are more summary than fic. Still, I liked some of these, so here they are.
Posted: 4/12/15
Prompt: goldoans asked: Chie/Yukiko AU where Yukiko is an actual princess
Yukiko the actual princess is unhappy with the confines of her life. Once when she was younger she attempted to run away and only got so far as a river before she realized she had no idea what she was doing. She found by a young page who had been sent to that river to water the horses. The page, Chie, was a great comfort to her, and they’ve kept in touch ever since. And although Chie only ever wanted to earn knighthood by her own merits, Yukiko miiight not have left that matter to chance.
As she aged, Yukiko accepted that she would come to guide the kingdom and set her mind to doing it well. Knowing that Chie would never be happy lazing around the castle guarding her, she sends Chie off to troubled places to report back to her about how things are going and how they should help. It worries her to send Chie straight into the heart of danger, but she knows that Chie wouldn’t have it any other way.
One day, Chie returns with rumors that people are disappearing and turning up dead. And shortly after, a wizard arrives in her court who might have the power to help her find some answers…
Posted: 4/12/15
Prompt: robancrow asked: Ike/Soren veterinary clinic AU.
Soren hates animals, but it doesn’t matter because they gave him community service time at the animal shelter and he has no choice. He still thinks it was worth masterminding the complete ruin of his least favorite staff member at the youth shelter. If only he’d gotten away with it too.
Ike loves dogs. More importantly, his family needs to make rent after the death of his father, and Rhys generously offered him a spot at the front desk at his animal clinic.
One day, Soren has to help bring a ragged rescue dog to the clinic–and he meets again, for the first time in many years, the only friend he’d ever had in his life.
Subsequently he makes excuses to be sent on trips to the clinic. The shelter staff thinks he’s finally opening up to animals. Ike also seems to think he’s a nice person because of it, so Soren doesn’t really bother correcting anyone.
Will their relationship survive the revelation that Soren isn’t a dog person!?
Posted: 4/12/15
Prompt: tattedmariposa asked: tell me about a Henry/Olivia artist/muse AU :3
Henry was introduced to art through an art therapy thing he was sent to in his teens. The therapist was very cool and encouraged them to toy with whatever kind of art felt right to them and showed them all sorts of art from lovely art books she brought with her, and Henry took a liking to abstract expressionism. However, it wasn’t really something practical for him to keep up as he was shuttled around state homes, and once he went to serve in the military for two years he had pretty much forgotten all about it.
He came back to his homeland with nothing more than the clothes on his back and a lot of emotional baggage. Twice a day, he would drift back to a homeless shelter for a bite to eat and someplace to sleep. As it so happens, it’s right next door to an open-air theater. Everyone would watch the performances as they stood in line for soup.
One night Henry saw Olivia dancing, and he thought it looked so lovely that it stirred something in him that still liked form and color and movement and expression. He stole five bottles of spraypaint and spent a night filling the back wall of the shelter. In the morning there was an uproar and it was clear that someone had caught him sneaking out, so Henry left before they could arrest him.
He took a pamplet from the theater with a schedule before he left.
Every night they put on a dancing performance, he’d watch from outside the chain-link fence, then find a sufficiently discreet wall, and paint to his heart’s content. It was a long walk from the shelter that didn’t know to call the police on him, but it was worth it.
I’m not sure how this story ends. Probably rather sadly. But for a little while, Henry is hungry but happy.
Posted: 4/13/15
Prompt: Anonymous asked: Idk if you're still doing the pairings thing, but Souyo wild west setting?
When his tailoring business in New York burned down and took away everything they had, Yosuke’s father packed the family in a wagon and set out to make a new life somewhere in the west. They settle in Kansas, where they grab some cheap land in the middle of nowhere.
Yosuke hates everything about their new farm in Kansas. Back in New York, he liked taking measurements for customers and flattering them and running out to the harbor to watch the boats come in.
Kansas mostly has a lot of grass.
One day, while decidedly not milking the cows at dawn, Yosuke discovered that the family of the plot next to them have a son his age, coincidentally also from New York. As if he were some magazine coverboy, he had finished milking the cows and feeding the chickens and drawing water for the house and yet his hair is flawless and groomed and Yosuke can’t even see any dirt on his hands.
Yosuke would’ve hated him, if he weren’t going slowly going crazy by being left alone among all the wheat and grass.
So Yosuke and Yu become fast friends and spend their teenage years slacking off from the fields and talking at the wooden fence that separated their families’ land, going off to fish together at the river, hunting buffalo.
Yu also rather liked riding, but Yosuke–despite bragging about being a decent horse rider in the streets of NYC–fell off the horse no less than three times on their first outing in rough terrain. Yu, sparing Yosuke’s dignity, did not insist upon riding again.
Or at least, not until years of poor farming practices ensured increasingly barren yields. Yu’s family decided to strike off further west, to California, where they hear you can pick gold up off the ground. Yu doesn’t really want to go with them. He says they’ve moved every other year of his life and he actually likes Kansas, and more importantly he likes Yosuke, and now that he’s old enough to be a man he wants to make his own decisions.
And Yosuke is like, great, let’s stick together pardner. but let’s get the hell out of here before we starve.
They make their way west looking for food and work. Eventually they’re welcomed onto a ranch by a cowgirl named Chie, who introduces them to the ranch’s owner’s daughter, Yukiko. And that night they go get a welcome-to-town drink at the bar and meet Saki the barmaid, who might be the first girl who actually likes Yosuke.
Yosuke jokes to Yu about how there are conveniently two brides right here (Chie doesn’t count), one for each of them, and they should brawl it out over who gets the pretty one. Instead, halfway through the brawl Yosuke feels this sudden panic, like if he gets married it means Settling Down And Doing Responsible Things Like Abandoning Everything To Go Farm In Kansas For The Sake Of The Kids and he doesn’t want that, he just wants to go wherever life is good with Yu. And so after Yu punches him in the face, Yosuke kisses him.
Yu kisses him back. It’s okay. It’s dark and they’d gone out pretty far to make sure no one broke up their brawl. They’re both hard as hell. They fix that problem before they go back.
The next morning there’s some commotion in town. Yosuke in his panic is half-convinced that they were caught fucking, but then he goes out onto the street and finds Saki shot dead in the middle of the road.
Yosuke finds Yu. They each grab a horse and a gun. Chie comes too. The rest is history.
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