Fic: Naruto, Weiss Kreuz. One-Sentence Fic: Bleach, Prince of Tennis
Last week I asked for some fic prompts. This post contains some of the fic responses I made in the comments to the original post, plus my most recent one-sentence fic.
Prompt: Naruto, Gaara/Lee, Desert wind
Rating: G
Gaara grew up with the desert winds of Sunagakure a constant fixture, and long ago accepted the harsh reality of his life was perfectly mirrored by the furious sandstorms created out of fierce, unrelenting currents of air.
As a child, he would treasure the few, quiet moments of peace before the madness swirled around him within him, once more. He hated the howling winds that coincided with the rage that could only be soothed by sand and blood.
His siblings tried to reach him - Kankuro with puppets and play, Temari with soft words and bedtime stories that went long into the night - but they were children themselves, and their efforts, though well-intentioned, fell short.
They couldn’t calm the demon within him; they couldn’t take away his pain. It was all Gaara could do not to kill them.
Only now does he realize how much they loved him, despite their fear. Only now does he realize, after Naruto, with Lee, how to love and be loved.
Uzumaki Naruto was the first person Gaara ever encountered that saw completely past the monster to the traumatized child within. He fought the demon in Gaara’s body, and the demon in his own, and never gave up. Naruto was a different kind of wind: still explosive, still power and fury, but full of fire and life, instead of gritty, breath-stealing sand.
Gaara never knew the wind could feel that way; he liked it, and wanted more.
Then he met Rock Lee.
Lee is more tornado than wind: short bursts of energy, speed and voice. His visits are almost as random as the sandstorms that come out of nowhere, but Lee is a dependable force. Lee annoys him, challenges him, takes his breath away with his honesty, faith and love. Gaara can do nothing less, and in doing so, discovered how to fly.
Gaara still treasures the few, quiet moments. He appreciates them even further, now that they include more time spent with his siblings - he avoids the puppets, but stays for other pastimes, and the occasional bedtime story - and friends from Konohagakure. But now he can also treasure the wildness and fury of the sandstorms that arise. The desert wind no longer swirls with madness, and Gaara has moved past the pain.
Prompt: Weiss Kreuz, Nagi/Aya-chan, Amnesia
Rating: G
Fujimiya Aya is so excited about bringing her boyfriend over for dinner tonight. She just knows her brother Ran will accept Neu Nagi into their family; who wouldn't love such a quiet, soft-spoken young man?
Aya had planned this moment for months: she knew her brother, overprotective to a fault, would subject any young man she fell in love with to a strict scrutiny. That's why she waited so long for this introduction: she had to be sure Nagi was the one. Nagi would be a good provider - with his advanced computer skills, he could easily find a good job. After all, isn't Kritiker, that company Ran works for when he's not at the flower shop, always looking for new talent?
The first time Aya met the dark haired boy with the large blue eyes, she experienced a sense of deja vu: they must have met, in some past life - maybe they had even been married at some point!
Nagi - so shy when they were introducted by his guardian, that tall, imposing American - opened up to Aya over time. His quiet sweetness brought out her protective instincts. How could she not want to protect him? After all, he'd gone through a traumatic accident right around the same time she had emerged from her coma. Poor Nagi, to be injured so badly, and then develop amnesia!
Aya still remembers vividly what Nagi's psychiatrist - that kind German man, always ready with a joke and a smile - told her three months ago.
You, Aya-chan, are the best medicine for that young man! You have a pure soul, and can see the goodness in the coldest, darkest heart; a gentle, brooding one such as Nagi's should be easy for you to protect and love.
And Dr. Schuldig was right! Aya fell in love with Nagi, with how he would listen quietly when Aya told him stories about her classes, her brother and his funny co-workers at the flower store. Nagi would get a little flushed when she mentioned Yohji's flirting with the female teenaged customers - a jealous Nagi was so cute! - but he wouldn't scowl, or turn cold. Instead, he would take her for walks in the park, and the way the sakura blossoms would dance and swirl as they walked was surely a sign from Heaven that their marriage would be blessed.
Aya and Nagi made many beautiful memories over the months, and Aya knew Nagi treasured them all, since those were the only memories he possessed filled with happiness and hope. Aya knew Ran would understand Nagi - understand his suffering, his need to rebuild his life from scratch - since Ran and Aya had gone through the same struggle.
Aya smiled as she set the table for dinner, ignoring the scowl on Ran's face as he took a seat. Poor Ran would have to accept that Aya had enough love in her heart for two men, and that this relationship would change their lives for the better.
She clapped her hands in excitement at the sound of the door chime, and nearly danced her way to the entrance.
One-sentence fic, rated NC-17. Warning: Both dub- and non-con sex. I should also warn for run-on sentences and comma abuse.
Bleach, Ishida/Ichigo
Ichigo doesn't know if he should curse Szayel and Mayuri (both men experimented on his lover, tearing the Quincy apart and in rebuilding him not all the pieces fit) or thank them: Ishida growls, and bites hard, greedily consuming Ichigo's excess reiatsu along with the blood trailing down his throat.
Bleach, Aizen/Gin (implied Aizen/Byakura & Aizen/Hisagi)
Aizen has toys (like silent, elegant Byakura, who he delights in breaking slowly, stripping him of that insufferable pride piece by piece) and Aizen has pets (the latest young Hisagi, still baring his teeth in challenge, eyes promising defiance, then vengeance, and wouldn't it be wonderful if he delivered on all that promise?), but most of all Aizen has Gin - confident, worshipper, lover all rolled into one - someone who appreciates his genius, shares his madness and revels in his games.
Bleach, Shuuhei/Renji (implied Aizen/Hisagi)
Shuuhei doesn't like to be tied up (too many nightmares of Hueco Mundo, utter helplessness and laughing brown eyes) but he can still appreciate how fucking beautiful Renji looks wrapped in Kazeshini's chains and nothing else, demanding to be touched.
Bleach, Ishida/Ichigo
Ichigo knows he needs this - the fighting, much as he loves it, craves it, can’t live without it, has a heavy price in physical exhaustion and a mental weakness his inner Hollow constantly tries to exploit - so he submits: he allows Ishida to take control, Ishida holding him down with nothing more than an arrogant look, Ishida fucking him slowly, gently, Ichigo coming at Ishida’s whispered command.
Bleach, Aizen/Hisagi (warning: dub-con)
It’s the classic storyline - one hero distracts the villain, allowing the others to escape unharmed - and Aizen should be offended by the blatancy of the ploy, but he can’t bring himself to care; at least not when the sacrificial lamb turns out to be a wolf in bed, Hisagi fighting against him/fucking with him, a cold, sharp intelligence deep within those angry eyes, a savage killer instinct in every movement, and just about everything Aizen desires in a challenge.
Prince of Tennis, Atobe/Fuji (warning: non-con)
Atobe hates Tezuka (perfect tennis, perfect friend, perfect son, perfect life), and wants nothing more than to destroy him, so he kidnaps Fuji, the perfect companion to such a perfect man: ties him up, takes him for himself (fast, then slow, watching blue eyes opened wide in terror for the first time, Atobe doesn‘t ever want to stop) and Atobe feels powerful, free, perfect.
Prompt: Naruto, Gaara/Lee, Desert wind
Rating: G
Gaara grew up with the desert winds of Sunagakure a constant fixture, and long ago accepted the harsh reality of his life was perfectly mirrored by the furious sandstorms created out of fierce, unrelenting currents of air.
As a child, he would treasure the few, quiet moments of peace before the madness swirled around him within him, once more. He hated the howling winds that coincided with the rage that could only be soothed by sand and blood.
His siblings tried to reach him - Kankuro with puppets and play, Temari with soft words and bedtime stories that went long into the night - but they were children themselves, and their efforts, though well-intentioned, fell short.
They couldn’t calm the demon within him; they couldn’t take away his pain. It was all Gaara could do not to kill them.
Only now does he realize how much they loved him, despite their fear. Only now does he realize, after Naruto, with Lee, how to love and be loved.
Uzumaki Naruto was the first person Gaara ever encountered that saw completely past the monster to the traumatized child within. He fought the demon in Gaara’s body, and the demon in his own, and never gave up. Naruto was a different kind of wind: still explosive, still power and fury, but full of fire and life, instead of gritty, breath-stealing sand.
Gaara never knew the wind could feel that way; he liked it, and wanted more.
Then he met Rock Lee.
Lee is more tornado than wind: short bursts of energy, speed and voice. His visits are almost as random as the sandstorms that come out of nowhere, but Lee is a dependable force. Lee annoys him, challenges him, takes his breath away with his honesty, faith and love. Gaara can do nothing less, and in doing so, discovered how to fly.
Gaara still treasures the few, quiet moments. He appreciates them even further, now that they include more time spent with his siblings - he avoids the puppets, but stays for other pastimes, and the occasional bedtime story - and friends from Konohagakure. But now he can also treasure the wildness and fury of the sandstorms that arise. The desert wind no longer swirls with madness, and Gaara has moved past the pain.
Prompt: Weiss Kreuz, Nagi/Aya-chan, Amnesia
Rating: G
Fujimiya Aya is so excited about bringing her boyfriend over for dinner tonight. She just knows her brother Ran will accept Neu Nagi into their family; who wouldn't love such a quiet, soft-spoken young man?
Aya had planned this moment for months: she knew her brother, overprotective to a fault, would subject any young man she fell in love with to a strict scrutiny. That's why she waited so long for this introduction: she had to be sure Nagi was the one. Nagi would be a good provider - with his advanced computer skills, he could easily find a good job. After all, isn't Kritiker, that company Ran works for when he's not at the flower shop, always looking for new talent?
The first time Aya met the dark haired boy with the large blue eyes, she experienced a sense of deja vu: they must have met, in some past life - maybe they had even been married at some point!
Nagi - so shy when they were introducted by his guardian, that tall, imposing American - opened up to Aya over time. His quiet sweetness brought out her protective instincts. How could she not want to protect him? After all, he'd gone through a traumatic accident right around the same time she had emerged from her coma. Poor Nagi, to be injured so badly, and then develop amnesia!
Aya still remembers vividly what Nagi's psychiatrist - that kind German man, always ready with a joke and a smile - told her three months ago.
You, Aya-chan, are the best medicine for that young man! You have a pure soul, and can see the goodness in the coldest, darkest heart; a gentle, brooding one such as Nagi's should be easy for you to protect and love.
And Dr. Schuldig was right! Aya fell in love with Nagi, with how he would listen quietly when Aya told him stories about her classes, her brother and his funny co-workers at the flower store. Nagi would get a little flushed when she mentioned Yohji's flirting with the female teenaged customers - a jealous Nagi was so cute! - but he wouldn't scowl, or turn cold. Instead, he would take her for walks in the park, and the way the sakura blossoms would dance and swirl as they walked was surely a sign from Heaven that their marriage would be blessed.
Aya and Nagi made many beautiful memories over the months, and Aya knew Nagi treasured them all, since those were the only memories he possessed filled with happiness and hope. Aya knew Ran would understand Nagi - understand his suffering, his need to rebuild his life from scratch - since Ran and Aya had gone through the same struggle.
Aya smiled as she set the table for dinner, ignoring the scowl on Ran's face as he took a seat. Poor Ran would have to accept that Aya had enough love in her heart for two men, and that this relationship would change their lives for the better.
She clapped her hands in excitement at the sound of the door chime, and nearly danced her way to the entrance.
One-sentence fic, rated NC-17. Warning: Both dub- and non-con sex. I should also warn for run-on sentences and comma abuse.
Bleach, Ishida/Ichigo
Ichigo doesn't know if he should curse Szayel and Mayuri (both men experimented on his lover, tearing the Quincy apart and in rebuilding him not all the pieces fit) or thank them: Ishida growls, and bites hard, greedily consuming Ichigo's excess reiatsu along with the blood trailing down his throat.
Bleach, Aizen/Gin (implied Aizen/Byakura & Aizen/Hisagi)
Aizen has toys (like silent, elegant Byakura, who he delights in breaking slowly, stripping him of that insufferable pride piece by piece) and Aizen has pets (the latest young Hisagi, still baring his teeth in challenge, eyes promising defiance, then vengeance, and wouldn't it be wonderful if he delivered on all that promise?), but most of all Aizen has Gin - confident, worshipper, lover all rolled into one - someone who appreciates his genius, shares his madness and revels in his games.
Bleach, Shuuhei/Renji (implied Aizen/Hisagi)
Shuuhei doesn't like to be tied up (too many nightmares of Hueco Mundo, utter helplessness and laughing brown eyes) but he can still appreciate how fucking beautiful Renji looks wrapped in Kazeshini's chains and nothing else, demanding to be touched.
Bleach, Ishida/Ichigo
Ichigo knows he needs this - the fighting, much as he loves it, craves it, can’t live without it, has a heavy price in physical exhaustion and a mental weakness his inner Hollow constantly tries to exploit - so he submits: he allows Ishida to take control, Ishida holding him down with nothing more than an arrogant look, Ishida fucking him slowly, gently, Ichigo coming at Ishida’s whispered command.
Bleach, Aizen/Hisagi (warning: dub-con)
It’s the classic storyline - one hero distracts the villain, allowing the others to escape unharmed - and Aizen should be offended by the blatancy of the ploy, but he can’t bring himself to care; at least not when the sacrificial lamb turns out to be a wolf in bed, Hisagi fighting against him/fucking with him, a cold, sharp intelligence deep within those angry eyes, a savage killer instinct in every movement, and just about everything Aizen desires in a challenge.
Prince of Tennis, Atobe/Fuji (warning: non-con)
Atobe hates Tezuka (perfect tennis, perfect friend, perfect son, perfect life), and wants nothing more than to destroy him, so he kidnaps Fuji, the perfect companion to such a perfect man: ties him up, takes him for himself (fast, then slow, watching blue eyes opened wide in terror for the first time, Atobe doesn‘t ever want to stop) and Atobe feels powerful, free, perfect.