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Abandoned Draft: Fire Emblem Fates - The View from Below
The View from Below (Fire Emblem Fates)
Genre: Fantasy
Word Count: 780
I guess technically this is M for Niles's dripping cock.
Summary: After an accord granting free passage between their realms, the denizens of the underworld and spirit world gradually acclimate to the new immigrants around them.
Or: The tale of some lesbian girlfriends, some art student boyfriends, and a med student who just wants a bite to eat.
Notes: On twitter I spun the idea of some crazy fic that hit the biases of everyone I talked to about Fates at the time, resulting in this mad ambitious fantasy thing that never got past the first scene with Shura and Niles. Last edited June 20, 2016.
I'm posting it because I figured Boots might want the Shura content.
It was bad enough that Shura couldn't stop thinking about the mild, savory aroma of human realm baked miso. The warm, smoky finish of human realm baked miso. Delicious, delicious human realm baked miso.
No—on top of it all, Niles was here to inspect the hospital. Now Shura was also distracted by the gigantic equine erection dangling from Niles's powerful thighs. Shura didn't dare mention this for fear of being turned over to administration for speciesism. A decade in Nohr, and he still hadn't gotten used to the sexual demons. But with half of his patients being succubi, Shura was bound to keep his mouth shut and do his best to ignore the satyr's openly dangling cock.
“Labwork came back and confirmed that you've got too much phlegm,” he told his young patient.
The succubus, sitting with her shoulders slumped forward, gave Niles nothing more than a brief glance as she said, “But it's got to be more than that. I've been trying mutton and fresh air for two weeks, and my stomach hurts worse than ever.”
“Afflictions of the phlegm can take up to three weeks to run their course,” Shura rattled off. “If the symptoms are still bothering you in another two weeks, come back. Until then, mutton's a good idea.”
Mutton in the underworld tasted like a cadaver that had been in the ground for three weeks, because that was exactly what it was. Shura wondered if human realm mutton tasted as good as human realm baked miso. He had no idea, because people only ever served him baked miso.
Which was perfectly fine. Delicious. The stuff of his dreams.
“Okay,” she said a bit shortly. “I'll try, doc.”
She gave him a strained but brilliant smile. Maybe she'd had too much mutton and it was making her choleric. Or it could be the pain, poor kid. Shura smiled awkwardly in return.
“I'll follow up with the nurse. She'll have your paperwork for discharge,” Shura said. Shura heard her flop back into the bed as he and Inspector Niles left the room.
The door clattered shut. Shura's stomach growled.
“Can't think straight on an empty stomach, doc?” Niles said.
“Shut up,” Shura muttered unprofessionally. For a demon lifted out of poverty himself, Niles seemed immune to the irony of mocking a binbougami for his hunger. Shura had heard from the other clinicians that he was equally immune to penalization thanks to the favoritism of the hospital president's bratty son.
“I'll bet you a four-course meal she was melancholic.”
Shura only deigned to respond to Niles because it was literally his job. “I made a consult to the melanchology specialist,” he said as he tried to find the nearest workstation, “and she didn't think so.”
Niles responded with the three most irritating words in the medical profession: “Is that documented?”
“It's documented.”
Niles smirked. His erection dripped a little. Shura steeled his eyes on the runes before him as he slowly found and activated the right ones to document his brief and unremarkable encounter. pt is 15 yo female lilinoid...
He didn't want to admit it to Niles, but Shura was starting to get intolerably hungry. Most of the little money he made went toward rent, tuition, and assuaging the debt collectors. Starvation couldn't kill him; the debt collectors could. But miso was starting to take over his mind. He didn't know how much longer he could put off a trip to the human world.
“You know,” Niles said, interrupting him halfway through his note, “there are a lot of opportunities these days for doctors who can treat spirits.”
“Yeah?”
“Just mentioning it, in case you'd like to afford a proper meal.”
Shura looked up from the circle of runes to shoot Niles an annoyed look. “What makes you think I know how to treat spirits?”
Niles gave him a shrug and a smile that said obviously, because you're a spirit.
“Look, all of my medical education has been in Nohr, all right? I studied humorism and homeopathy. The only zhongyi I know is the tea my mom used to make when I had a cough.”
“All I'm saying is that positions are open, and you're as qualified as any other medical resident in this hellhole to fill it.
[This fic was supposed to be a series of loosely connected scenes showing different peoples' lives that ultimately circled back to finish the story at the start. The second scene would've had Soleil (the patient above) going home to her girlfriend, Ophelia, who is also half-human. I forget what that scene was supposed to be about, but it segues into Ophelia's father, the human Odin, summoning the demon Leo into the human world via a D&D session or something like that. (Insert jokes about D&D being magic and therefore the work of the devil here.) Subsequently, Leo and Takumi, a demon and spirit and art students, go to the human world for some kind of photography assignment in a Japanese festival, where Shura finally gets some damn miso.]
Genre: Fantasy
Word Count: 780
I guess technically this is M for Niles's dripping cock.
Summary: After an accord granting free passage between their realms, the denizens of the underworld and spirit world gradually acclimate to the new immigrants around them.
Or: The tale of some lesbian girlfriends, some art student boyfriends, and a med student who just wants a bite to eat.
Notes: On twitter I spun the idea of some crazy fic that hit the biases of everyone I talked to about Fates at the time, resulting in this mad ambitious fantasy thing that never got past the first scene with Shura and Niles. Last edited June 20, 2016.
I'm posting it because I figured Boots might want the Shura content.
It was bad enough that Shura couldn't stop thinking about the mild, savory aroma of human realm baked miso. The warm, smoky finish of human realm baked miso. Delicious, delicious human realm baked miso.
No—on top of it all, Niles was here to inspect the hospital. Now Shura was also distracted by the gigantic equine erection dangling from Niles's powerful thighs. Shura didn't dare mention this for fear of being turned over to administration for speciesism. A decade in Nohr, and he still hadn't gotten used to the sexual demons. But with half of his patients being succubi, Shura was bound to keep his mouth shut and do his best to ignore the satyr's openly dangling cock.
“Labwork came back and confirmed that you've got too much phlegm,” he told his young patient.
The succubus, sitting with her shoulders slumped forward, gave Niles nothing more than a brief glance as she said, “But it's got to be more than that. I've been trying mutton and fresh air for two weeks, and my stomach hurts worse than ever.”
“Afflictions of the phlegm can take up to three weeks to run their course,” Shura rattled off. “If the symptoms are still bothering you in another two weeks, come back. Until then, mutton's a good idea.”
Mutton in the underworld tasted like a cadaver that had been in the ground for three weeks, because that was exactly what it was. Shura wondered if human realm mutton tasted as good as human realm baked miso. He had no idea, because people only ever served him baked miso.
Which was perfectly fine. Delicious. The stuff of his dreams.
“Okay,” she said a bit shortly. “I'll try, doc.”
She gave him a strained but brilliant smile. Maybe she'd had too much mutton and it was making her choleric. Or it could be the pain, poor kid. Shura smiled awkwardly in return.
“I'll follow up with the nurse. She'll have your paperwork for discharge,” Shura said. Shura heard her flop back into the bed as he and Inspector Niles left the room.
The door clattered shut. Shura's stomach growled.
“Can't think straight on an empty stomach, doc?” Niles said.
“Shut up,” Shura muttered unprofessionally. For a demon lifted out of poverty himself, Niles seemed immune to the irony of mocking a binbougami for his hunger. Shura had heard from the other clinicians that he was equally immune to penalization thanks to the favoritism of the hospital president's bratty son.
“I'll bet you a four-course meal she was melancholic.”
Shura only deigned to respond to Niles because it was literally his job. “I made a consult to the melanchology specialist,” he said as he tried to find the nearest workstation, “and she didn't think so.”
Niles responded with the three most irritating words in the medical profession: “Is that documented?”
“It's documented.”
Niles smirked. His erection dripped a little. Shura steeled his eyes on the runes before him as he slowly found and activated the right ones to document his brief and unremarkable encounter. pt is 15 yo female lilinoid...
He didn't want to admit it to Niles, but Shura was starting to get intolerably hungry. Most of the little money he made went toward rent, tuition, and assuaging the debt collectors. Starvation couldn't kill him; the debt collectors could. But miso was starting to take over his mind. He didn't know how much longer he could put off a trip to the human world.
“You know,” Niles said, interrupting him halfway through his note, “there are a lot of opportunities these days for doctors who can treat spirits.”
“Yeah?”
“Just mentioning it, in case you'd like to afford a proper meal.”
Shura looked up from the circle of runes to shoot Niles an annoyed look. “What makes you think I know how to treat spirits?”
Niles gave him a shrug and a smile that said obviously, because you're a spirit.
“Look, all of my medical education has been in Nohr, all right? I studied humorism and homeopathy. The only zhongyi I know is the tea my mom used to make when I had a cough.”
“All I'm saying is that positions are open, and you're as qualified as any other medical resident in this hellhole to fill it.
[This fic was supposed to be a series of loosely connected scenes showing different peoples' lives that ultimately circled back to finish the story at the start. The second scene would've had Soleil (the patient above) going home to her girlfriend, Ophelia, who is also half-human. I forget what that scene was supposed to be about, but it segues into Ophelia's father, the human Odin, summoning the demon Leo into the human world via a D&D session or something like that. (Insert jokes about D&D being magic and therefore the work of the devil here.) Subsequently, Leo and Takumi, a demon and spirit and art students, go to the human world for some kind of photography assignment in a Japanese festival, where Shura finally gets some damn miso.]