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Arthur fights his way through the crowd to the big freight doors, open to the outside. The cold air is a jolt to his stomach and throat, and he breathes out, slow and shaky, as he leans his forehead against one of the heavy metal doors. It's cold against his skin, and the shock takes the edge off the dizzy, dippy feeling that's pooling in the base of his skull. Too much, too much, and he turns his head, rests his cheek against the door like he had rested it against the girl's head five minutes ago.
"Are you drunk?" someone asks. Arthur thinks about it. About how he's staggered on his feet, leaning against a freight door like it's a lover. Thinks about the way his body keeps feeling something not here, hot summer days with the sun beating down on dusty roads, and says, "Yeah."
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A club/reincarnation AU thing.
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"Boss?" Reno asks, and Rufus clenches his mouth shut, breathes through his teeth, then throws up again."Mako," he says when he's leaning against the wall, tired and shaky and with a sickly taste in his mouth. "Sometimes."
Reno's cleaning up the carpet, shirt sleeves rolled up and jacket spread over Rufus's lap, and doesn't even bother looking up. "Right," Reno says, "withdrawals."
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Mako can be blamed for a lot of things. Sephiroth, ShinRa, Midgar and Geostigma. It can be blamed for life, too. Rufus/Reno, m-preg, tragedy? Uh, yeah. No specific timeline, but most likely post-DoC.
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They breathe out frost into the air, and throw snowballs, and when the lake has frozen over, they find their old iceskates, wicked steel that Riku's uncle sharpens for them.
They play snap the whip, throwing each other over the ice, the snapping of the wind brisk on their faces. They laugh when they fall in snow, one after another, and when they go home, they're half-frozen and tired, muscles sore.
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Sora, Riku, and Kairi as nisei during WWII. It ends rather abruptly, because I started working with internment camp dates, and the sections of the military that accepting Japanese-American soldiers, but that just got. Too depressing and time consuming, and so. It ends shortly after Pearl Harbor. Also, it takes place somewhere in the intermountain west. So. For the bingo square Historical: World War II.
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“Barbershop day?” Sazh asks behind her, and she feels her mouth quirk up a little.
“Hope’s hair was getting long,” she explains, and Sazh says, like he always says, “Guess we’re all looking a little ragged.”
In which Hope is still a vampire, Sazh and Dajh see eye-to-eye, and Lightning cuts everyone's hair. Takes place about three years after the end of the game, and is chockfull of domesticity, because omg I love domesticity. D: Sidefic to the vampire!fic. Some Lightning/Sazh if you squint and look sideways, because why not?
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- Part 2 of The Kids Are Alright
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“Do you think,” he asks, “everything is different now?”
“Maybe,” she says again, so many maybes, “but it doesn’t matter. I’ll take care of you.”
In which Hope is bitten by a vampire and Lightning tries to pick up the pieces. Also, the real hero of the story is Sazh.
Some 18,000 words of shameless vampire!fic and family feels. It's pretty much my magnum opus.
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- Part 1 of The Kids Are Alright
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Some days, she's afraid she's going crazy.
She forgets things. Not lots of things, not all the time, but just sometimes. She'll look up from the kitchen table, at the set table and warm food, and she'll wonder, how did I get here? or why pot roast? Not big things, not like she reads in magazines, or that she sees in the movies. She never wakes up covered in blood, or with a briefcase full of money beside her. She wakes up to pot roast on the table, and the dishes all cleaned in the kitchen.
And sometimes, she wonders if she's going crazy.
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Season One compliant fic, because Sandra Bennet was my fav.
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"You probably look like her," he finally says, when he's sure he's not going to blurt something stupid out, something like, I love Zeff, he's the only one who cared, or I want a mom. More than anything, I want-- or No one listens to me, not really. Because all those things are stupid, are the things that little kids say, and Sanji's not a little kid anymore. Can't be a kid anymore. "If she was pretty, I mean."
Usopp doesn't say anything; Sanji's not really surprised, because Sanji knows he's a fucking bastard, that he's a prick that kicks the kids when they're down. He rolls over onto his stomach, then turns his head so he's looking towards Usopp. There's just enough light from the moon and stars that he can see the glint of Usopp's eyes (and his tears, such a stupid crybaby), and Sanji looks at him, and Usopp looks back at him, and it is a very long night.
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Sanji and Usopp, castaways on an island, and a piratical descent into madness. For the bingo square Others: Castaways.
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There are many gods, and many goddesses. It is an empire, and its reach is wide, and its touch is cruel. It is old, and it is cold, and its pulse is as slow as the pulse of marble's veins. Larsa kneels stiffly, lies himself prostrate on the ground, and the marble beneath his cheek burns him to the bone. He can feel the breath of air against his skin, and the drape of linen beneath his legs. Feet clad in gold and silver pass before his eyes, calves wrapped with lambskin and bronze. Gowns and robes sweep the floor before him, and he cannot close his eyes, can only watch as one pair of feet pause, then pass on. Pause, and pass. Another, and another.
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Final Fantasy XII, Larsa (moment a la Vayne). He's the son of mortal woman, and they will perfume his hair and collar him with gold. Shameless, shameless sensory porn. :| Larsa's initiation as the cupbearer of the gods. For the bingo square Fantasy & Supernatural: Gods and Goddesses.
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Harry Potter Drabbles by midnightdiddle (gooseberry)
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
25 Aug 2010
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A number of drabbles:
1. Follow, or In Which There Is a Brother Complex the Size of Texas--Charlie Weasley and his hero worship of his older brother, Bill.
2. Butterfly--AU in which a seventeen-year-old Draco is given the Kiss.
3. Barefoot--In which Narcissa is literally barefoot and pregnant. It's all possessive Lucius introspection.
4. Absolom--There is a ghost in Malfoy Manor, and Draco grows up thinking the ghost is perfect.
5. James Dreams--James dreams of Lily, of Remus and Sirius, of his parents. Most of all, though, he dreams of Harry, and how Harry will grow up.
6. Knew Better--Five times Remus wishes he'd stopped James and Sirius's latest prank (and one time he wishes it'd been a prank).
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Five Ways Reborn Breaks Bianchi's Heart (And One Way She Breaks His) by midnightdiddle (gooseberry)
Fandoms: Katekyou Hitman Reborn!
28 Jul 2010
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"We could help you," she says, and she clenches her hands into fists, lays them in her lap. "I could help you."
She never heard him laugh when he was a man, but he laughs now that he's a baby, and it sounds-- mean.
"What could you do?" the baby asks, and his hat is tilted so she can't see his eyes, but she can see his mouth, and she hates him, and wants him, and wants him to be taller than her, to have hands bigger than hers. To, for once, hold her hand instead of her wrist, and, for once, to take her for more than her father's daughter. "The children of the bosses are always useless."
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Bianchi/Reborn, Bianchi/Romeo, (non-incesty, what!) sibling love of the Bianchi&Hayato kind. When Reborn breaks Bianchi's heart, Bianchi (eventually) responds in kind.
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- Part 2 of With Love
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Our Will-o'-Wisp, The Elected Official, The Bug Man, and the Sawdust Girl by midnightdiddle (gooseberry)
Fandoms: The Nightmare Before Christmas (1993)
31 Oct 2009
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He's been dead for a long time-- Longer than he was alive. Much longer. He can't remember much of before, when he had a heart and a brain and blood in his body. When he had flesh.
All that he knows is that it's been a long time. A very long time.
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Three of them had died. One of them had never been born. Jack, the Mayor, Oogie-Boogie, and Sally. What it means to be alive (or dead).
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It takes Lambo a long time to figure out how to breathe, to stand up and take a shower. To open his mouth without choking on his heart.
"Is it always going to be like this?" he asks, when Gokudera's washing the coffee mugs, sleeves rolled up past his elbows. Lambo's sitting in the chair, feet curled around the legs, hands gripping the sides of the seat. Maybe he's still a little drunk, because he feels like the floor is falling beneath him. He can't look up from the floor.
"No," Gokudera says. "It'll get worse. It always gets worse."
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The day I-pin marries Hibari is the first time Lambo gets so drunk he can't stand. Unrequited love is a bitch. Lambo->I-pin, I-pin/Hibari.
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"Nothing," Italy says sharply, and Spain smiles, smiles at the plants around him. The tomatoes are looking good this year. He thinks he might give some to Italy-- the younger brother, the one who smiles more. Maybe this Italy, too, if he'll take them. There are too many tomatoes for just Spain, but-- But maybe that's the way things go, when you grow up and grow old and the house grows too big and too quiet.
"My tomatoes are looking good," he says, because if he wants to give tomatoes to Italy, he should start hinting at it now. Poke and prod and just say enough that three or four months from now, Italy will think it's his idea, will take the tomatoes with that selfish frown that's almost a smile and makes Spain think the past was almost good enough. Almost, but not quite.
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S. Italy goes to hide at Spain's house, because Italy is where the poets go to die. A lot of quiet hurt, a little bit of quiet comfort, and the ghosts and guilt of past relationships. Also, the man dying in S. Italy's house is (really subtly) implied to be John Keats.
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"You're not used to wine, are you?"
Guy's pretty sure Jade's laughing at him, but he's not sure. Mostly because Jade's face is really still, and he's wearing those glasses he's always wearing. Guy thinks about it, wonders if he could take Jade's glasses off. Wonders how drunk he must be if he's thinking about that.
"Luke couldn't drink," he says. He doesn't think he's slurring much. And his words are all in the right places: he can taste them. Apples. "The doctors-- Doctors said it might, his memory." He spins a hand next to his head, feels his fingers catch in his hair. He tugs a few strands.
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Jade/Guy, w(h)ine. Post-game, pre-epilogue-thing. Guy doesn't know how to drink, because Luke never learned how.
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When the shot's fired, it feels like it cuts through him. He hears the plate shatter, sees his fork skitter across the floor. Hungary's wringing her hands, asking him what's wrong, and it feels like there's something lodged in his throat.
Maybe this new century isn't a time for frothy things.
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A series of short drabbles about different points in history, etc.:
1. Spanish Inquisition [Spain]
2. Assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand [Austria and Hungary]
3. WWII [Germany and N. Italy]
4. Shut-in Syndrome (Hikkikomori) [Japan and America]
5. American Hero [America]
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Their business is an empire, filled with ghosts of dead sons and forgotten mothers. They are the base of the foundation, buried somewhere beneath their father’s desk, and Larsa doesn’t know his brothers, never knew them, but he does know that their father doesn’t smile anymore.
“If your sons died,” Vayne says, “and your wife,” as though it’s an excuse, and maybe he’s trying to excuse something, the way there’s a desk, heavy and dark, between Larsa and his father. Their father. Vayne’s father.
Their business is an empire, built by a family of blood, and Larsa’s blood is a little thinner than the rest, some pretty secretary’s son, slapped with a family name that doesn’t match his face or complexion or even his shoulders, never able to fill out suits dead sons left in towering closets. Empires built on dead families are shaky things, filled with ghosts and half-built men set behind mahogany, and Larsa feels the shakiest.
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CEO AU. Their father calls their business an empire, and Larsa wonders if he'll drown in it. Prompt: November 4th: - Final Fantasy XII, Vayne x Larsa: corporate AU - Let me remind you, brother, that this is not legitimate persuasion
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When push comes to shove, he can hit fucking hard, and he has a better shot than anyone else in Italy. And when push comes to shove, he knows how to fight dirty, even without the rings, even without the flames. Even without a Family.
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Xanxus and the old man who's not his father, because lies are screaming down the sun. Xanxus-centric, post Varia-arc.
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And the baby, strange little thing with horns, isn't him. And she can't name something she doesn't understand.
"You," she says to it, when it's cradled in her arms, nestled against her body, "are a strange little thing, aren't you?" The baby cries, and sometimes, when the sun is overhead, and the grass is warm, the baby laughs, and she holds it close, away from the edge that falls to the broken bridge.
"You," she says to it, "are a sad little thing, aren't you?"
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She's a lonely thing, and he's a sad thing, and together they live in a garden in the sky. Post-game, Mono/growing-up!Wander.
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"Dent's giving us a chance," he says, kicking at the bottom of the spotlight. He can't hear anything behind him, so he's not sure if he's alone, or if someone's looming over his shoulder, like a misshapen shadow.
"He's hopeful," Batman finally says, sounding almost grudging.
"Hope's good," Jim says, because it's what his wife said to him last night, when he was bent over the kitchen table, the newspaper obituary like a miss-and-fail record spread out in front of him. "Hope's something we lost long ago."
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My one (and probably only) foray into Batman territory. No real spoilers, takes place sometime in the midst of Dark Knight.
Gordon, Batman, a campaign of Dent, and a drive-by moment of the Joker, because Harvey Dent's the man of the hour in Gotham City.
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Walking on Butterflies by midnightdiddle (gooseberry)
Fandoms: Loveless, Final Fantasy VII
23 Jun 2008
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“I’ve got to get home,” Kio says, but the kid looks tiny in the room, and he looks like he’d break after one good shove. Kio wonders if he was bullied, if he was the dreamy-eyed kid in the back of the room who always carried his bloody mouth and broken heart with a feeling of inevitability. And Kio doesn’t want to pity him, but he does, and he says, “I can stay a little while.”
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Post-Nibelheim fire. He has to wonder if he's picking up a druggie, or some kid just too fucked up to tell down from up. But the kid reminds him of Soubi, and that's enough. SpringKink Prompt: June 22 - FFVII/Loveless, Cloud/Kio: piercings - "Mako heals everything quickly."