The Ultimate FanFic Challenge

N*sync: Lance Bass, 047 Heart, 062 Spring

2008-05-17T23:41:09Z

Title: Straight
Fandom: N*sync: Lance Bass
Characters: Lance Bass, AJ McLean
Prompt: 047 Heart
Word Count: 1,824
Rating: NC17
Author's Notes: Sequel to Warm Oil and an Innocent Smile, in which Lance contrives to lose at poker, and is rewarded.

Title: Trials
Fandom: N*sync: Lance Bass
Characters: Lance, Chris, Kevin Richardson, AJ McLean, Pink
Prompt: 062 Spring
Word Count: 10, 325
Rating: G
Author's Notes: Another installment in the Chronicles of Lancyn and Ser Chrisfer, a fantasy in which Chris is an Elite knight and Lance his squire.

My prompts table is here.

Around The Horn|General|071.Broken

2008-05-17T21:37:57Z

Title: Balance
Fandom: Around The Horn
Characters: Anthony (Tony) Reali, J.A. Adande, Tim (TC) Cowlishaw
Prompt: 071. Broken
Word Count: 235
Rating: PG-one swear word
Summary: During the commerical break, Reali leans too far back in his chair and looses his balance, destroying his desk in the process.
Author's Notes: Tony actually did fall out of his chair during the commerical break on more than one occasion. This is what happens when the cameras shut off.

Balance

Metalocalypse. Charles Foster Ofdensen. 1. Beginnings.

2008-05-17T21:17:42Z

Title: The World That Is
Fandom: Metalocalypse
Characters: Charles Foster Ofdensen, Susan (OC)
Prompt: 001. Beginnings
Word Count: 413
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Charles considers his past, and the imperfect science that is insanity.
Author's Notes: Metalocalypse does not belong to me. I don't want to make money off of this. And there is no sex.

There are so many ways to begin losing your grip on reality.

There were everyday things. Monotony. Inherent (and inherited) mental illness. Some people just lost it.

Some people, he believed, never had a tight grip on the world that is in the first place. He lived with 5 such people. There were times, and circumstances, when he had questioned his own grip.

Susan was different. She had been different.

He remembered asking her, once, what they were. Beyond mentor and student. Beyond lovers.

We are people who kill for a living, in the name of a greater good, she'd said. People who have buried our given conscience six feet and then some. We are complicated. We are damned, yes, but we are still sane. She'd smiled then, a rare thing. So we seek solace in the words and arms of each other and damn ourselves some more.

Charles wished that he had been there when she had finally let go. Both to coax her back to reality and to kill the ones who had driven her from it. It had been years later when he had gotten the call, flown to Korea, found her in a Catholic asylum there – many years, many tortures, many scars before he'd held her again. For hours she'd been stiff, unmoving, unresponsive. She wouldn't even look him in the eye. You are the devil, she'd whispered through gritted teeth, and he'd just held her closer.

There were times when she was lucid. Upon telling her about the events in Finland she'd asked if it was a jätte or vitterfolk and Charles had stared for a moment, speechless. "I suppose it would depend on if I asked the child or the whore," she'd responded, then fell silent again. Another time he had asked her about the asylum; she had responded by describing, in detail, an exorcism conducted by Ravenwood.

"He's dead now," he'd assured her.
She'd nodded.

He wondered, late at night and alone, what would happen to this empire he helped to build should he allow himself to cross the line into insanity. It gave him nightmares, at times, because there were so many things he could not trust others with. But still, he wondered.

And in the end he held on tightly to whatever shred of sanity could be found in his mind. In the hopes that it would all be worth it…and that one day he would have the Susan back that he remembered.

Queer as Folk/Lindsay Peterson and Melanie Marcus/Prompt #60: Drink

2008-05-17T13:32:27Z

Title: A good hard punishment
Fandom: Queer as Folk
Characters: Lindsay Peterson and Melanie Marcus
Prompt: #60 Drink
Word Count: 679
Rating: R
Summary: Mel gets drunk, Lindsay punishes her
Author's Notes: Unbetaed. CowLip own the characters unfortunately

A good hard punishment

My LDT

Fanfic100 Adventures in Wonderland #11

2008-05-17T11:21:42Z

Title: Florida
Fandom: Adventures in Wonderland
Characters: Alice, her mother
Prompt: 007 Days
Word Count: 387
Rating: G
Summary: Alice wonders when they can go home
A/N- Alice's age: 16

Florida

CSI: Miami -- Megan Donner -- 011 Red

2008-05-17T07:50:54Z

Title: Complete
Fandom: CSI: Miami
Characters: Megan Donner, Horatio Caine, Tim Speedle
Prompt: 011 Red
Word Count: 890
Rating: PG-13
Summary: WARNING! CONTAINS SPOLIERS FOR EPISODE "LOST SON." This is an alternate ending for the episode "Lost Son" in which Megan was finally able to come to terms with her husband's death.
Author's Notes: I do not own CSI: Miami or any of the characters/places/actions/ect that take place in this story. I don't make money from this or intend to. Please don't sue.

One of the most horrible truths I’d ever had to learn was this: Blood always flowed fresh and red, no matter if it was viewed under harsh electric lights to illuminate the darkness, or under the bright shining light of the sun. Blood was blood. Blue in the veins and such a heart-breaking shade of red outside of them. Night and day didn’t matter to that precious fluid, or to the cruel bastards that let it splash without regard.

I found it sort of ironic that these would be my last thoughts. Of all the things I could be thinking, all the regrets that should be flashing though my mind in a tear-inspired montage, I was thinking about the first truth I’d learned on the job. Innocent or guilty, blood would always flow red when spilled.

“MEGAN!”

That was Horatio, calling to me even as I fell backward to the floor. His gun barked with its metallic voice, taking down the men that had shot at us… the man that had shot me through the heart.

“MEGAN!”

Now that was Tim, trying to catch me, his eyes already flooded with tears. I’d shoved him out of the way of the bullet now lodged in my chest. The moment I saw his gun jam, saw him look down at the thing in a stupefied moment of confusion, I had moved. I hadn’t even thought it through. I only knew that one of mine—one of the men I’d trained and loved and protected—was about to die if I didn’t do something. I’d done the only thing I could.

Everything was cold, numb. I didn’t feel my body touch the floor of McCauley’s jewelers. That was a bad sign. That fact said that I was dead, and that my body was only pretending to be alive for these final moments. At least it didn’t hurt. I’d take my small blessings where I could find them.

“Megan,” Tim sobbed. “Oh, god, Megan. No.”

“This is Lieutenant Horatio Caine. I have an officer down at this location. Repeat, officer down. Get me rescue!”

The world shifted slightly as Tim’s arm went under my shoulders, trying to tilt my head to stop the gasping, rattling sound that passed for my breath. Amazingly, that didn’t hurt, either. The shocky numbness was passing and everything felt fine, felt light and warm and oddly peaceful. My hand searched, found his free hand and I locked my fingers with his. “Timmy.”

“Stay with me, Megan. Dammit, stay with me.”

My lips curved into a smile, blood flecking them as I wheezed out my words. “Always with you, Timmy.”

Tim shook his head rapidly. He looked over me, over to where Horatio knelt with a sorrowful look in his blue, blue eyes. “H, we gotta do something!”

I watched Horatio’s eyes stare into Tim’s before he nodded and then reached down to take my hand in his. Those eyes met mine. We both knew. I wasn’t going to make it, and all he could do was be with me as I died. But that was okay, too. Because, just over his shoulder, I could see my husband silhouetted in the calm afternoon sunlight. Soon I’d be with him again. Soon, I wouldn’t have to face sleepless nights in an empty bed and morning coffee alone in my kitchen.

Soon, I wouldn’t have to worry about the red, red color of blood.

My body seemed to move of its own accord, bucking and shuddering against their tender hands as they attempted to hold me. Scarlet motes filled the air as I coughed my last breath, spewing blood like tiny rubies. I wanted to apologize as it splashed on Horatio’s cheek and into Tim’s hair. But by then it was too late.

By then I was standing there beside my husband, his arms around me, as I watched Horatio’s visage fill with sadness. I watched him slide his hand gently over my face, closing my eyes.

“H…” Tim tried again, feebly, his voice hoarse with grief.

He looked to the other man, reaching his free hand to grasp Tim by the back of the neck. Gently he brought their foreheads together, their tears dripping down like warm summer rain on my face. I wanted to comfort them both, and yet knew that that was now someone else’s job. I’d done what I could, saved Tim from the bullet that should have killed him. Hopefully, now he would clean his gun. Hopefully, now he would understand what I’d always told him.

I watched Alexx kneel beside them, watched her tears flow as she urged them both to let me go. Calleigh stood off to the side, her pale face all the more white with her own grief. Even Rick Stetler, the pain in the ass that he was, stood silent vigil over my body. Mourning.

No, there was nothing more that I could do. They would have each other, and eventually they would understand that I was pleased with the way I’d died. I was finally able to save someone I loved where I had failed to save my husband. My purpose was complete.

Smiling, I let my husband lead me away from the grief and the scarlet-red of the blood, into a light so bright it defied definition…

CSI: Miami -- Megan Donner -- 001 Beginnings

2008-05-17T07:39:32Z

Title: Not Alone
Fandom: CSI: Miami
Characters: Megan Donner, Horatio Caine
Prompt: 001 Beginnings
Word Count: 545
Rating: PG
Summary: Megan's first day back at the lab
Author's Notes: I do not own CSI: Miami or any of the characters/places/actions/ect that take place in this story. I don't make money from this or intend to. Please don't sue.

It was like starting all over again, Megan thought glumly. Walking through the halls of the lab that was once hers, she was filled with a sense of remorse and regret. She never should have left, even though it was something she had needed to do. There was no way she could have held onto the lab and dealt with the death of her husband. She’d tried. Oh, god, how she’d tried.

And failed in the end.

Now here she was, widowed and alone, carrying the box of her possessions down hallways that had once trembled with her passing. She’d ruled the lab like a benevolent Queen, bringing it up from a few spare techs in a backroom of Miami –Dade PD to the entire building it now occupied. Her life’s work, really. Her dream realized.

Her dream no longer, for the supervisor sitting in her old office was Horatio Caine. It was his lab now. His brainchild.

He’d graciously given her back her job, even carved out a space for her to have her own office again. She was his second-in-command, a post that many in the lab would envy. Not that she wasn’t grateful, it was just that… she was starting all over again. Back at the beginning without a team of her own. It was going to be hard not to slip into her old pattern and issue orders like she had the right to do it.

No one would see them as Megan Donner’s requests. They’d see them as an extension of Horatio’s.

Still, every journey in life had a beginning, she told herself as she set up the pictures on her new desk. This was her beginning, her chance to heal and reclaim a piece of her shattered life. She glanced at the picture of her late husband, brushing her fingers lightly over the image. “I miss you,” she murmured. “Every day I miss you. Every day I wake up alone.”

“Not alone, Megan.”

She lifted her head quickly, taking in the tall lanky shape of Horatio standing in the doorway. He had his sunglasses out, folding and unfolding the arms as he watched her, head tilted slightly to the side. She thinned her lips, pushing back the tears that danced over the surface of her dark eyes. “I’m sorry?”

He gave her one of his small, slight smiles. The one she was beginning to understand said so much and yet nothing at all. “I was stating that you don’t need to go out on that call all alone.”

She blinked, glancing at the phone on her belt. “What call?”

As if by magic, the tiny device buzzed to life, flashing the code that signaled a fatality that needed investigating. She looked back up at him, and found the doorway empty. Horatio was gone.

As she gathered up her crime-scene kit, she let herself think about his words. He’d meant more in what he said than just telling her to work the scene with a partner. But again, as she was learning, Horatio could say everything and nothing in a simple gesture. He’d let her draw her own conclusions.

Megan smiled a bit, heading out the door. Maybe she was beginning to like it here, after all.

Liverpool FC. Steven Gerrard/Steve Finnan.

2008-05-17T07:10:11Z

Title: Lines (6/?)
Fandom: Football
Characters: Steven Gerrard/Steve Finnan
Prompt: 077.What?
Word Count: 740
Disclaimer: I don’t own them. No disrespect, yo.
Rating: Hard R. Practically NC-17. ohmygod.
Summary: AU. Steven Gerrard is a writer. Finns is Steven’s agent of sorts. Xabi used to be Steven’s editor, but Steven left due to ‘personal problems’. Daniel Agger is another writer, and he and Finns have history.
Author's Notes: FOR ANNA BECAUSE OHMYGODIT’SPRACTICALLYNC17.
part one. part two.part three. part four. part five.

Harry Potter. Lily Luna Potter/Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy. 021. Friends

2008-05-17T01:25:31Z

Title: Mind Your Back
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Scorpius Malfoy, Jacob Pritchard(OC), Andrew Baddock (OC)
Prompt: Friends
Word Count: 342
Rating: PG
Summary: It probably would be hard to be friends, but he doesn't care.
Author's Notes: It's all J.K Rowling's.

(Friends)

Title: How?
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Scorpius Malfoy, Lily Potter, Draco Malfoy, Astoria Malfoy
Prompt: Friends
Word Count: 414
Rating: PG
Summary: Of every person to be friends with, how could it have been Lily Potter?
Author's Notes: It's all J.K Rowling's.

(How?)

CSI: Miami; Eric Delko/Calleigh Duquense; Prompt #6 Hours

2008-05-16T22:32:06Z

Title: Next Year, We Stay In Miami
Fandom: CSI: Miami
Characters: Eric Delko, Calleigh Duquense
Prompt: hours
Word Count: 886
Rating: K
Summary: Eric tries to take Calleigh out for her birthday but, as always, things don't go as planned.

There were some things that Calleigh really liked about south Florida; the mild winters, living near the beach, having some of the greatest Cuban restaurants in the country at her fingertips. Unfortunately, the extreme summers wasn't on her list. Neither was Eric's tasteful, yet economical, sedan. If she rode with him, it got them from point A to point B, she would give him that. She just didn't like the fact it lacked an air conditioner. It wasn't a bad thing if the vehicle was moving, not at all. He drove the little car like he was a stock car driver, so there was always a guarantee of a nice breeze. When it was stationary, it could get stifling. Just like it was now.

"I told you we should have gone to Versialle's," she said, a little too dramatically than her normal calm tones. "It's down the street from your place, they have the best chicken and rice, and we could have walked." She fanned herself with a stray takeout menu she found laying in the floorboard.

Eric leaned his head back against the headrest of the driver's seat. "Your birthday only comes once a year, and I wanted it to be special, okay." The afternoon had started out really good. He had picked up Calleigh at around two, intending to take her to West Palm to eat at one of her favorite restaurants. Then he had planned a movie, whatever romantic comedy was out since he knew she had a weakness for them. What he hadn't planned was such a nasty accident to hold them up. It had been roughly an hour of standing still on I-95, with the nearest exit so close he could taste it.

"You didn't make reservations, did you?" she asked, cringing a bit.

He shook his head. "No. When one of your college buddies is a chef there, you don't have to worry about those things," he said, shooting her a sly smile. "I was just hoping we would get there for lunch, that's all."

Calleigh grinned and put her hand on his where it sat on the gear shift. "Il Bellagio will be there when we get out of this stupid jam."

"That's what pisses me off the most," he said abruptly. He pointed up ahead of them. "See that exit?"

She nodded. "Okeechobee Blvd."

"That's where we need to be." With the other hand, the hand she wasn't holding he smacked the steering wheel. "I wish we had the Hummer. At least that way we could flip the lights, check the scene, and then go on our merry way."

"It's not our jurisdiction, you know that," she replied, shaking her head. "I told you we should have taken the Australian exit. Or my Jeep."

"So we would have been hot and sunburned by the time we got there?" He asked, with an eyebrow raised.

"Point made, but we would have gotten a breeze." She leaned back in the seat, trying to get comfortable. Why did she have to wear a pant suit? And her hair? That was a lost cause if she knew one. The breeze that came through had ruined her hair, and she was sure it was sticking up in odd places. She didn't even want to go into the state of her makeup. The extra effort she had taken to look nice was now wasted.

"At least there's dinner."

"Next year, we are staying in Miami. Better yet, we are staying in your neighborhood." She glanced at Eric out of the corner of her eye. "What are they doing up there? Normally traffic would be directed to the nearest exit."

"The nearest exit happens to be just beyond." He looked over at her and smiled at her, the smile he reserved for when he had something in store for her. "You know, I can think of lots of things that we could do to pass the time."

Oh no. She recognized that look. First there was the grin. Then the glint in his eyes, the one he normally gave her when if they were around their colleagues, his silent way of saying he had a night of debauchery planned. "Eric, it's broad daylight! And...and...Look! The car next to us has a child in the back seat!" Said child had been staring over at them and sticking it's tongue out at them periodically, making some crazy faces.

"I don't know what you are thinking, Ms. Duquense, but I don't think we are on the same page. He pretended to act offended, but Calleigh saw right through it.

"What are you thinking then, Mr. Delko?" she asked, coyly.

"Word association?"

"Liar," she whispered before she leaned over to him, kissing him lightly.

He returned her kiss, grabbing the emergency brake and pulling the lever so he could let go of the clutch. He threaded his hands into her hair, deepening the kiss and mussing up her blonde tresses even more. How he loved these spontaneous -

They shot apart when the person in the car behind them honked their horn. Traffic had begun to move, and the kid in the next car over was making kissy faces at them.

"Tonight," he warned, the gleam in his eye brighter than before, "tonight we finish what you just started."

"Southern women never start something they can't finish."

The cars began to move once again through the sweltering mid-afternoon heat.

Fanfic100 Adventures in Wonderland #38

2008-05-16T21:18:09Z

Title: A Picnic
Fandom: Adventures in Wonderland
Characters: Alice, Mad Hatter
Prompt: 038
Word Count: 629
Rating: PG
Summary: A sunny day

A/N- Alice's age: 22

A Sunny Day

ONE THRU FIVE

2008-05-16T12:25:22Z

Title: Drabble 1
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: Deidara and Sasori
Prompt: #1 Beginnings
Word Count: 581
Rating: K+
Summary: My take on Deidara and Sasori meeting one another.

READ.

Title: Drabble 2
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: Itachi, Deidara, and Tobi
Prompt: #2 Middles
Word Count: 606
Rating: T
Summary: Tobi’s being an ass.

READ.

Title: Drabble 3
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: Hidan and Kakuzu
Prompt: #3 Ends
Word Count: 830
Rating: M for violence and bad words.
Summary: Hidan snores, and Kakuzu resorts to extreme violence to make it stop!

READ.

Title: Drabble 4
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: PeinKonan
Prompt: #4 Insides
Word Count: 238
Rating: T
Summary: Konan does not approve of other girls pawing at Pein.

READ.

Title: Drabble 5
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: Itachi and Kisame
Prompt: #5 Outsides
Word Count: 656
Rating: K
Summary: Itachi has to write a story about Kisame. This won’t end well.
Author's Notes: It’s an elementary school AU! XD

READ.

Queer As Folk - Michael Novotny-Bruckner/Ben Bruckner - Prompt #35 Sixth Sense

2008-05-16T07:29:40Z

Title: A Place Called Home
Fandom: Queer As Folk
Characters: Michael Novotny-Bruckner/Ben Bruckner
Prompt: #35 Sixth Sense
Word Count: 857
Rating: PG
Summary: Gap filler for 502. Ben and Michael discuss their new home
Author's Notes: If a relationship between a same sex, married couple in a monogamous relationship offends you, please do not follow the cut. Thank you.

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Popular. Samantha McPherson/Brooke McQueen. 025. Strangers

2008-05-16T05:08:27Z

Title: Thoughts About A Girl
Fandom: Popular
Pairing: Sam/Brooke
Rating: G
Prompt: 025 Strangers; written for the fanfic100 challenge
Word count: 246
Disclaimer: Alas, I don’t own the characters of Popular. They belong to Ryan Murphy, but hopefully he won’t mind if I borrow them for a little while.
Summary: “Here’s what I know about Brooke McQueen...”
A/N: It is freshman year in high school (the TV show started during sophomore year). Just a little prologue-ish intro for now.
A/N2: Thanks so much to carpesomediem and wolfemeister for the beta reads!

Officially, we are strangers. If anyone were to ask Brooke McQueen about Samantha McPherson, the girl probably wouldn’t be able to come up with anything. Because she doesn’t know who I am. Why would she? (I don’t know why anyone would actually ask Brooke about me, but whatever, that’s totally not the point.)

I know who she is, though. Everyone knows Brooke McQueen. We’re only freshmen but she already might as well be the reigning queen of Kennedy High. But I like to think of her as simply “the blonde bitch.”

So, here’s what I know about Brooke McQueen. (1) She is dating Josh Ford (I know, quite the surprise, huh? The cheerleader dates the quarterback. Shocking!), and in my personal opinion, they are the most nauseating couple in the history of nauseating couples. (2) Her best friend is Nicole Julian, the type of girl who actually enjoys making other people cry. (3) She is ridiculously superficial and materialistic. I don’t have to really know her to know that this is true. God, all you have to do is look at her, and you can just tell. (4) My best friend, Harrison John, is desperately, hopelessly in love with her. That really sucks sometimes.

Oh yeah, and by the way? She also happens to be the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. I kind of hate her for that.

But we have never officially met.

As far as Brooke McQueen is concerned, we are strangers.

Fanfic100 Adventures in Wonderland #57

2008-05-16T02:06:13Z

Title: A Chat
Fandom: Adventures in Wonderland
Characters: Alice, her mother
Prompt: 057 Lunch
Word Count: 491
Rating: PG
Summary: Alice talks to her mother
A/N- Alice's age: 24

A Chat

Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle :: Kurogane :: o55. Spirit

2008-05-15T20:39:45Z

Title: A Likeness of Spirit
Fandom: Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles
Characters: Kurogane, Fai, Sakura, Mokona, dead oni
Prompt: o55. Spirit
Word Count: 2295
Rating: PG13 : oh, the cursing
Summary: Kurogane makes a ruckus in the kitchen and then seeks to make amends by taking Sakura out to buy a sword. But things are never as simple as they seem.
Author's Notes: yay! :D

While it is generally not probable to find a sleeping ninja outside your door, the possibility still exists, however unlikely it is to actually occur. As a rule, proper ninjas are much better disguised and have much better things to do than hide outside your doors, and for the most part, when they do decide to stake out an entrance, they'll do it more subtly. It goes without saying that falling asleep on the job for them is out of the question. Kurogane, asleep outside the princess's room, did not look anything like a proper ninja.

Nonetheless, it was a grand gesture. And, if the spirit of the thing stopped mattering, what use was anything at all?

He was lucky, in some ways, that the first voice he heard was just Mokona.

"Kurogane-san! What's wrong? Mokona dreamt about a thunderstorm last night with huge bangs and crashes--things were so loud!"

The small white creature found its way up one of Kurogane's groggy limbs and, scaling it, made its way to his head to nestle in his hair before he could displace it. He tried a weak-hearted attempt to swat it away, before groaning softly and reclining further against the door, causing the wood to issue a slight creak.

It would be so easy just to fall asleep again and forget about all of this...all about last night and the day before...

"Kurogane-san? Are you awake?" Came the ever-perky voice. "Kurogane-san! You've got to get up!"

Kurogane said something very inappropriate that was either so incoherent that Mokona couldn't understand or so trivial compared to the danger that they were in that the ball of fluff merely chose not to notice.

"Something terrible's happened! You have to come help!"

Perfect timing. The world always had to start ending when the ninja needed a nap, didn't it?

And so, with herculean effort, Kurogane pried himself up off the floor, went downstairs to the cafe at the urgings of the white pork bun and saw...

"Look! Mokona thinks that an oni broke in and that scary people have been trying to hurt us while we slept! Everything's a mess!"

The ninja sat at a (mostly clean, actually) table, stepping over a few empty sake bottles on the floor to do so, cradling his head in his hands. Hadn't the manjuu been sleeping, or something last night? Syaoran had once told him how that idiot creature was like a device of some sort that ran on these strange, small, cylindrical things that needed to be taken out every once in a while and replaced with new ones to make it work right. Fai had just said that it was another magical slumber. Kurogane was too tired to give a damn who was right, and could have done with a nice, long magical slumber himself right about now...

"What time is it?" He asked, running a hair through his hair tersely.

Mokona gave him a funny look, as if he were making jokes on purpose. "Oh, Kurogane-san! It's Mokona's wake-up time! You know Mokona always wakes up at five o'clock sharp!"

Fai D. Flowright has been awoken by a lot of strange things. It's one of the professional hazards of being a wizard. A spell might be set to trigger an alarm if someone crosses over a boundary, an enchantment could go awry, someone might wake him to ask a favor, or his country could suddenly come under siege. Despite these odd circumstances for regaining consciousness, he had never fathomed that he would be awoken by the sound of a hefty pan smacking into a wall. It wasn't because they didn't have enough pans and walls back in Celes country for it to happen, it was just...terribly unlikely.

One of the other things that did not frequently happen to him was being locked in his room. He frowned, mind still spinning a little from last night, shrugged, and then, with a resolute grin in place, set to work at the door.

You didn't keep a wizard locked up for long.

"You little--! How can you stand to get up at such obscene hours!"

"Aaaahhh! Mokona waking Kurogane-san up in the face of danger is no reason to hit Mokona with a pan! Waaah!" The white fluff evaded another blow, just in time for the pan to make friends with the wall for a second time. Unfortunately, this friendship wasn't a very healthy one, as it had left the kitchen wall with two rather sizable dents.

Kurogane probably wouldn't have reacted so violently had it not been for the comment about the state of the downstairs. He'd made an honest attempt to clean the shelves and counters last night--couldn't he get some appreciation for that feat? He was dead tired already--why did no one seem to recognize things that he did as important? It wasn't like they were the ones going around and defeating the oni to keep them in business or keeping a clear head when sake was around, was it?

"I've had enough of this from you--"

"Oh, good morning, Mokona! Ah, Kurogane-san, are you cooking this morning, too?"

...

He decided that taking her shopping for oni-hunting gear might be a good way to get the early events of the day off her mind. Also, he didn't want to be in the kitchen when the mage woke up.

Sakura seemed energetic enough, though. Had she seemed taken aback when the same man she'd caught abusing walls with a kitchen implement had asked her to spend the afternoon with him? Well, it wasn't quite like that. He'd more or less told her (forcibly) that they were going to get her a sword today (like it or not) and that she would (without question), as a part of the aforementioned "they", be accompanying him in the endeavor.

Still, here she was. Birds flitting from lampposts to tree tops flew out of their way and, as the crowds parted, they made quite the pair. Sakura, resplendent in pinks and frills, chatted sociably to her austere companion, who in turn was clad in black once more with his hands stuffed into his pockets, eyes ever wary of the stares of passersby.

Much as he hated to admit it, it was almost an enjoyable way to spend his time. He didn't often get to take a break from his duties.

"So where are we going, Kurogane-san?"

This was a good question. Crap, where had they met up with the sword guy before? Kurogane was starting to wish that he'd planned this trip out a bit better. He was surely going to look like a fool.

Luckily, after a bit of wandering around in the square and some forced window shopping as Kurogane surveyed the area without arousing too much suspicion, he was met with some degree of success. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the old man at his stall, taking out small bag of bread crumbs and seeds as he began to feed the birds.

"Come on." He grasped Sakura's arm below the shoulder gently, though not without a hint of persuasive force. By the time they got to the stall, a flock of pigeons and assorted doves had settled around the area, eagerly consuming the seeds.

"Hey, you. I need a sword."

The old man looked up, squinting in the bright daylight.

"You've already got one." He concluded after a brief examination and returned to his task.

Kurogane tched. "No, for her."

"Yes, please." Sakura nodded, bowing respectfully.

"Ah." He looked at Sakura quizzically for a long moment, then reached behind him, snapping his fingers at an attendant. "You have not used a sword before, have you?"

She shook her head, lace bobbing frantically in the motion. Kurogane wished that she would have tried to look more warrior-like. Or even a little fierce. Asking for a weapon for her was like trying to equip a fancy porcelain doll with a knife. It didn't work. And it just looked...creepy. Nevertheless, the old man's attendant reemerged, carrying a neat bundle.

"Very well. Then perhaps you will find use of this then. You seem to share a likeness of spirit with it." He handed her the thin package delicately. "Its name is Aki no Kaze."

She nodded, gently took hold of it, and slowly unwrapped some of it as Kurogane paid for the purchase.

"Don't do that." He said, not even looking up.

"Hmm? It doesn't like being so tightly bound, though."

Kurogane sighed and held a hand to his forehead as they departed. Of course. Naturally, little miss I-know-what-everything-is-feeling would attune herself to the longings of her sword.

"Well, we're all done here. Let's go back."

"Kurogane-san."

"Look, princess, we're done here. Unlike other people we know, I don't want to spend my day loitering around--" He bit back harsher remarks.

"But, Kuro--"

Damn it, why did he not want to go back? He had better things to do than escort Princess Frills about town. "We're going to the Cat's Eye and that's it. Done. Got it?"

The words just about made their way past his lips when he felt the familiar chill and saw the sky darken. The alarmed shouts of civilians began to reach his ears. Okay, so maybe they weren't going back quite yet. The dark shape of a spiked-back oni rose against the shadowed buildings.

Already, he could feel the thrill of battle racing through his veins. This was what he was born for. He spoke, eyes focused on the distance.

"You're nowhere near ready for this. Hold your ground and I'll come get you later."

He didn't hear her reply, if there was one. In a moment, he was level with the creature, slicing, evading, piercing, dashing from cover to cover. He was truly in his element; nothing could distract him now. With a final cleave down the center, he watched the oni split into tiny particles of nothingness. A wild grin spread over his features: victory. They'd won. Except...

The dark claws came at him from behind almost before he recognized their un-presence. He ducked, landing gracelessly on the pavement in a heap. Crap! He hadn't sensed that second one. He tried getting up, only to be halted by his left leg being caught in a crack in the concrete. Gritting his teeth, he searched for his sword, only to find that Sohi had spun off to the side, far out of reach.

He cursed. Gods damn it all! He was a sitting duck! One thought broke through his anger:

Sakura.

His eyes widened. Now that he was unarmed and couldn't move, she'd have no one.

Damn it! He pulled at his stuck leg roughly to no avail. Maybe she'd taken the hint and escaped. He could handle this alone. He was alright with this. Ninjas met their fate face on, unafraid, no matter how dire the situation seemed. And if he didn't come through, at least he'd go down fighting. ...Somehow. There was some honor in that. Tomoyo wouldn't be pleased, but it would be consoling. He was ready.

Yet, the blow he waited for never came.

Kurogane frowned, perturbed that the monster hadn't seen fit to even try and finish him off, and then saw the reason why.

There she was, bold as brass (well, as bold and brassy as anything pink and fluffy can be), standing between him and the oncoming oni. She hadn't even finished taking her sword out of its wrapping yet. Kurogane couldn't believe it. How stupid did you have to get to think you could take on high-level oni?

For a long time, the two combatants simply faced each other: Sakura determined, the oni emotionless. Kurogane cursed and resolved to keep yanking at his leg. That would surely give him a better chance of survival than the farce going on now. What chance did she think she stood against something much more powerful than she? Why did she even bother sticking around? What use was he to her anyway?

Eventually, the downright idiocy of it all was too much for him to handle.

"What are you doing? Get out of there!"

She turned her head part-way, enough to catch him in her periphery and slowly shook her head.

No.

He felt a shiver rake up his spine. What?

Then, it struck.

In what Kurogane would later classify as a complete stroke of luck, Sakura swung the blade at just the right moment to cut the oni in two clean pieces before it reached him. The creature dissolved in a black mist and faded into the clouds as the light eventually broke through the shadows. Almost anticlimactically, the cherry wallet whirred in his pocket.

She walked back over to him, blade slung over her diminutive shoulder, and, immediately seeing the state of his leg, was no longer Little Kitty, the equal of onis, but once more the same, worried Sakura, fretting over her friends' every little injury.

She had just enough time to express her concern ("Kurogane-san! Your leg!") when suddenly, as though the silence brought on by the oni had been lifted all at once, a great cheer rose up all around them and all further words were lost in the shouts.

Fandom: Sailormoon Pairing: Senshi/Shitennou

2008-05-15T18:28:10Z

Title: Will You or Won't You?
Fandom: Sailormoon
Characters: Kunzite/Neptune
Prompt: 002. Middles
Word Count: 1182
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Kunzite encounters Neptune for the first time when she arrives at his kingdom with her own agenda.
Author's Notes: Written for sm_monthly April theme. The outer senshi are opposed to the relationships forming between the inner senshi and the shitennou.
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Elemental Who. 068. Lightening.

2008-05-15T16:46:41Z

Title: Sparky
Fandom: The Elemental Who
Characters: Keith, Roger and a villain
Prompt: 068. Lightening.
Word Count: 201
Rating: G(Fan rating K)
Summary: Meet Sparky, a supervillain with an electric personality.

Sparky

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Tamora Pierce; Alianne of Pirates Swoop - #062 Spring

2008-05-15T09:19:11Z

Title: Spring
Fandom: Tamora Pierce
Characters: Alianne of Pirates Swoop, Nealan of Queenscove

Prompt 062 – Spring
Word Count: 288
Rating: G
Summary: Spring is the time of rebirth. It’s also the perfect time to revive friendships.

( Had she not been deep in thought the clear trail Aly had made would have irritated her. )

The Red Sox. Clay Buchholz. 040. Sight.

2008-05-15T03:50:38Z

Title: After the No-No
Fandom: The Red Sox
Characters: Clay Buchholz/O.C.
Prompt: 040 - Sight
Word Count: 414
Rating: R for sexual content
Summary: Clay snagged a chick after his No Hitter in 2007.
Author's Notes: It's told from the girl's (Mandy) point of view the morning after.

Mandy sat on the edge of the bed, observing the scene around her. There were clothes scattered over every open space of floor, and even some across the furniture. The comforter was bunched at the base of the bed and the sheet was equally bunched, albeit closer to the head of the bead. She continued her observations by moving her gaze linearly up the bed. There were two long legs, connected to one very nice looking ass, followed by a perfectly formed torso with two lanky arms splayed across almost the whole bed. She smirked when she saw the head that was connected to the beautiful body, even though the face was pressed into the pillow; it all started coming back to her. She was slowly remembering the game, the no-hitter, the bar after, the walk home, and then the night that followed. She was shaken out of her reminiscence by a grunt to her side, and the body in the bed next to her rolled over. His long arms still lay stretched out, but he was now facing the side. She simultaneously noticed that the sheet was pooled around his calves. Her eyes widened and she smirked a little as her gaze once again ran up his legs, but stopped at that infamous place between his thighs. Only hours ago, she had gotten to know that secret of places; she watched the ecstasy roll over his face as she took him in her mouth; she heard his moans of pleasure as she let him mount and overtake her.
Before she could remember any more, his eyes fluttered open. She stared into those deep pools of grey and the curl of his mouth as he smiled a silent good morning. She smiled back and crawled back into bed. She snuggled up next to the pitcher and let his long arms wrap around her. She looked up into his eyes again. She had to look in his eyes because his mouth drove her wild. She knew where it had been, and she knew what it was capable of. However, when he flashed her his goofy smile, she couldn’t help but melt. She reached up and planted a passionate kiss on his wide lips before placing her head on his chest. She was enveloped by the tall pitcher, and she was in heaven. The last thing she remembered before she slipped back into a slumber was hearing his voice: “I almost forgot about the no-hitter.”

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Power Monkees. 068. Lightening.

2008-05-14T19:43:28Z

Title: Storm Front 1/3
Fandom: The Power Monkees.
Characters: Peter and Valerie
Prompt: 068. Lightening.
Word Count: 171
Rating: G (Fan rating K)
Summary: It was the flash of lightning that woke Valerie Tork from a sound sleep.

Storm Front 1/3

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JRR Tolkien – The Sons of Elrond, Fic #30: Affection, 023: Lovers

2008-05-14T06:40:26Z

Title: Affection
Author: Eressë
Fandom: JRR Tolkien
Characters: Legolas/Elrohir, Elladan
Prompt: 023. Lovers
Word Count: 1008
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: The characters belong to the wizard of storytelling himself, JRR Tolkien and/or his estate. No offense is intended or profit made in my use of them.
Summary: There is so much more to loving than mere bodily union. Part 20 of Prior Claim.
Author’s Note: A bit on the mushy side, I’m afraid, but my muses simply refused to let me tackle anything serious or angsty.

Affection
Title: Affection
Author: Eressë
Fandom: JRR Tolkien
Characters: Legolas/Elrohir, Elladan
Prompt: 023. Lovers
Word Count: 1008
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: The characters belong to the wizard of storytelling himself, JRR Tolkien and/or his estate. No offense is intended or profit made in my use of them.
Summary: There is so much more to loving than mere bodily union. Part 20 of Prior Claim.
Author’s Note: A bit on the mushy side, I’m afraid, but my muses simply refused to let me tackle anything serious or angsty.

Affection
Elrohir gingerly sat down on the bench, wincing slightly as his tender bottom met unyielding wood. He heard a soft snicker from across the table and looked up with a faint scowl at his twin. Elladan pursed his lips in a bid to stifle more laughter but his eyes said otherwise.

“Should I fetch you a pillow?” the older twin brightly inquired.

That earned him a considerable glower when the comment inspired further curiosity about Elrohir’s circumstances. Their parents and grandparents’ wan smiles did not escape Elrohir’s notice while the occupants of the neighboring tables regarded him with varying degrees of furtiveness, a few not quite able to conceal their amusement. The Arnorian crown prince was numbered among these, much to Elrohir’s annoyance.

“How very considerate of you, brother mine,” he testily muttered.

The Elf-knight did his best to ignore the ache in his backside, fighting the urge to squirm and find a more comfortable position. He began to question the wisdom of presenting himself in public so soon after a night such as he had just experienced.

A hand dropped on his shoulder and he glanced up to meet Legolas’ clear gaze. A small smile curved the prince’s lips. Elrohir began to smile back until he saw what Legolas held in his other hand. His cheeks flamed when Legolas signed to him to stand up.

His eyes never leaving Elrohir, Legolas said: “There is no need, Elladan.” He slid a soft cushion onto the bench and motioned to Elrohir to reseat himself while he settled beside him. “Better?” he softly asked, placing his hand briefly on Elrohir’s lower back.

Elrohir nodded, half closing his eyes when Legolas ran his knuckles down one bright red cheek.

“Good,” Legolas murmured. “Forgive me, I should have restrained myself last night.”

Elrohir momentarily forgot his embarrassment at the hint of self-reproach in Legolas’ voice. “Nay, I wanted it as much as you did,” he blurted out. “There was no call for restraint at all.”

He caught his breath in horror when he realized he had spoken during a sudden lull in the general breakfast chatter and thus virtually divulged to one and all the extent of his night’s indulgence with the woodland prince. He dropped his gaze and kept it glued to the tabletop, unwilling to meet anyone’s eyes and mortified to the core at drawing even more attention to the very thing he had taken such pains to downplay the previous night.

Elrohir felt his twin sympathetically nudge his leg with his foot but he refused to look up. Until Legolas curled an arm around his shoulders and drew him closer. Only then did he dare lift his eyes to glance at the prince.

He started when Legolas pressed a gentle kiss to his brow, the gesture not only marking him as the archer’s but also defining the nature of their nascent liaison. Quite a risk for Legolas to take, Elrohir realized, should word of it get back to his people. To charm one’s way into a would be conquest’s bed was only to be expected. To be possessive of a hard won prize was not unusual either. But to behave affectionately toward a mere trophy indicated some emotional attachment and that was what Legolas had concealed from his folk all these years to keep dissent at bay.

His discomfort forgotten and replaced by concern for Legolas instead, Elrohir murmured: “Your intent could be… misconstrued.”

The prince apparently discerned the change and treated him to a slow smile that all but dazzled the breath from the younger twin’s breast.

“It was a great honor, Elrohir,” Legolas distinctly said, his words carrying to the others at the table. “One I will treasure all my days.” He dropped his voice to a near whisper only Elrohir could hear. “And hope will ever be mine alone.”

The Elf-knight looked at him wonderingly. “Are you saying…?” he began. At the gleam in Legolas’ eyes, Elrohir broke into a delighted smile. “‘Tis my hope, too.”

“Even through a long wait?” Legolas softly asked.

Elrohir nodded. “I meant it when I said you are worth waiting for,” he murmured.

He was reminded that they were not alone when Elladan nudged him once more under the table but in less gentle fashion than he had earlier. A moment later, Elrond and Celeborn cleared their throats almost simultaneously, recalling Legolas’ attention as well to their present surroundings.

Legolas apologetically dipped his head to both lords and their ladies but neither couple was so obtuse as to believe him repentant in the least. Not when he kept his arm firmly around Elrohir then looked about at the nearby tables, silently shaming their occupants into casting their stares elsewhere. His gaze seemed particularly flinty when it alighted on Eldacar. The Man returned him a faint smile and a nod of acknowledgment ere deflecting his fellows’ interest away from the younger twin.

His protectiveness was not lost on Elrohir. When Legolas looked at him again, the Elf-knight was grinning at him with utmost fondness.

“Thank you,” he said.

Legolas shook his head. “I will not have my lover ill at ease in his own home,” he replied.

Elrohir’s eyes widened and his eyebrows rose a fraction. After a moment, his mouth spread into a sweet smile, nigh tempting Legolas into further indiscretion.

“How do I show mine how much I appreciate his concern for me?” Elrohir inquired.

Legolas chuckled. “Need you ask?

The Elf-knight blushed slightly. “Tonight then?” he said under his breath.

“And every night of my stay here,” Legolas added.

Elrohir snorted. “Do you mean to render me incapable of sitting for the duration of your visit?” he tartly inquired.

Legolas softly laughed. “Not at all. I just want you in my bed whether we couple or not. Not to mention awaken each morn with you by my side. Or is that too much to ask of you?”

The Elf-knight shook his head and slipped a hand trustingly into the archer’s grip.

“Indeed, ‘tis not nearly enough.”

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Transformers G1 . Ratchet & Wheeljack . 027 - Parents

2008-05-14T02:48:47Z

Title: Mother’s Day
Fandom: Transformers G1
Characters: Ratchet, Wheeljack, Daniel, mentions of the Dinobots, Ironhide
Prompt: 027 - Parents
Word Count: 706
Rating: G

Summary: Little Daniel has a gift for Ratchet and Wheeljack in honour of Mother’s Day

Warnings: Should WAFF and fluff be warned for? If you twist your head just right and have red the rest of my stories, you’ll likely see a hint of slash in here.

Author’s Note: This fic was written after a very long day allowed a bunny to be planted in my brain. It's a little late for Mother's Day, but I think it's not too late for it.

Disclaimer: Transformers belong to Hasbro and Takara, and are licensed to IDW and DreamWorks. My original characters are my own and any similarity between them and any existing characters from canon or fandom is purely coincidental. I claim no ownership by writing this work.

Ratchet leaned down over Ironhide’s open chest to examine the work he had just completed.

“That should hold,” he muttered as he twisted a connector fully into place.

“Yeah, right up until he throws himself in front of Megatron’s fusion canon again,” Wheeljack replied from where he sat on a nearby gurney, fiddling with a small box.

“So says the mech who spends more time on this table than anyone else.”

Wheeljack smirked evilly. “Well, I don’t know about that. From what I’ve heard you and-”

“Don’t!” Ratchet ordered, though there was a lightness to his tone. “Don’t even think about finishing that sentence. And put down that switch box. The last thing I need is for you to blow up my lab.”

“All right! All right!” Wheeljack laughed, lifting his hands in defeat. “But you have to admit that-”

“And I’m guessing that your lab hasn’t seen any action? No visits from-,”

Ratchet was interrupted by a soft knock on the door frame.

“Ratch?” came a tiny voice. “Jack? Can I come in?”

The two mechs turned and looked down to where six-year old Daniel was standing. The human child was carrying a gigantic piece of folded card stock, almost as tall as he was and only his head, feet, and hands were visible. He looked almost like a playing card from “Alice in Wonderland”.

“Hi there, Danny!” Wheeljack said cheerfully. “Come on in, kiddo.”

“Ye’re not busy?” Daniel asked carefully as he gazed up at Ironhide’s body.

Ratchet reached over and closed Ironhide’s chest before hooking the red mech up to some monitors.

“Don’t worry, Daniel, I was just finishing up,” Ratchet replied, turning to the child. “What can we do for you?”

“Uhm …,” Daniel began hesitantly, “Mommy said that you an’ Jack built the Dinos?”

“That we did!” Wheeljack replied proudly.

“Actually, Jack built them. I just helped out a bit,” Ratchet added.

Daniel nodded to himself as if this answer had confirmed something he already suspected.

“Then this is for you, Jack!” he said, trying to hold the card out, but getting tangled in it.

Wheeljack jumped off the table and approached the human child, taking the card stock from him and looking at it curiously.

It was gigantic in Daniel’s hands, but in Wheeljack’s it was almost ridiculously small. He turned it over and revealed a carefully drawn picture of a house and several stick figures. The two largest were standing next to the house, looking almost like they were holding hands. As immature as it was, it was obvious that one was meant to represent Wheeljack while the other was Ratchet. Beside them were five little figures that must have been dinosaurs, all standing in a row. The inventor opened the card, trying carefully not to scratch the crayon or bend the paper. Inside was a multi-coloured stencil spelling out the words “Happy Mother’s Day Wheeljack”.

“Mother’s day?” Wheeljack asked. Behind him Ratchet tried to cover his laughter.

“Yeah! Uncle Chip helped me with the words since I can’t write yet,” Daniel replied, oblivious to Ratchet’s apparent fit.

“I love it, Danny,” Wheeljack replied, trying to ignore his best friend. ‘But, uhm … why Mother’s day?”

“Well, mommy says that mommies make the babies and I know ye’re not a girl an’ all, but since you made the dinos ye’re kinda like their mommy. An’ since the dinos forgot I thought that I should get you something.”

Ratchet continued to snicker, finally having to turn his back on the scene.

“Well, thank you, kiddo!” Wheeljack said, a smile lighting up his vocal indicactors brightly. “But what about Ratchet? He helped too.”

Ratchet made a choking sound and shot his friend a filthy look. Thankfully Daniel missed that.

“Oh,” he said seriously. “Ratchet said that you made the dinos an’ he helped. An' mommy says that mommies make the babies and daddies help ... so I’ll give him a father’s day card!” He then turned around and ran out of the room.

“Uncle Chip! Uncle Chip! He liked it! Jack liked it!” Daniel cried as he ran off.

“I’m going to have to have words with that boy,” Ratchet said darkly.

Wheeljack nearly fell over he was laughing so hard.

Harry Potter. Lily Luna Potter/Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy. 022. Enemies

2008-05-14T02:06:07Z

Title: Not the Best Approach
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Lily Potter, James Potter, Albus Potter
Prompt: Enemies
Word Count: 355
Rating: PG
Summary: Was James really stupid enough to say that?
Author's Notes: It's all J.K Rowling's.

(Enemies)

The West Wing: Andrea Wyatt/Toby Ziegler - 38: Touch

2008-05-14T02:02:23Z

Title: Coming Back to You
Fandom: The West Wing
Characters: Andrea Wyatt/Toby Ziegler
Prompt: #38 - Touch
Word Count: 815
Rating: pg13
Summary: All my senses rise against this coming back to you.

(Coming Back to You)