Gundam 00 (multiple)
Title: Shattered
Pairing: Saji/Louise
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 307
Notes: For luinthoron.
Summary: Louise and Saji, after the end. "You were a child who was made of glass."
"Saji, it's like I'm in pieces," Louise says to him one day, soon after they've found somewhere to stay, somewhere she can get the care she needs. "Sharp pieces that could cut anyone who touches me. Someone should come in with a brush and sweep me up."
"You won't cut me," he promises, reaching for her hand (her real one, the one that is still warm to his touch; if he were even more of a fool he could hold it, close his eyes, and pretend everything was still all right). "I don't mind touching you." It is an understatement. He treasures every embrace.
"I've already cut you most of all," she says. "How much did you hurt because of me?" She evades his touch, instead reaching out to catch hold of the ring he still wears on the chain around his neck. "This is a piece of me, too. How many times did it cut you?"
"Never," Saji says. "Never, Louise. It kept me safe when everything else was trying to hurt me."
But when he says that, he leaves an opening, and she pounces on it. "So many things tried to hurt you! And people, too. Like me. You put yourself in danger for me."
He can't deny that, so he nods. "I'd do it again, Louise. Please rest now. You're still weak."
She hears the urgency in his voice, and this time she admits his victory and lies back down on the bed. It is a bed that is exactly big enough for two people, but sometimes it feels suffocatingly small, and sometimes it feels far too large. Saji watches her. He can no longer tell, these days, when she has fallen asleep and when she is merely resting. It doesn't matter. He still wants to be the one who puts her back together.
Title: Skill Levels
Pairing: Lockon/Tieria
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 409
Notes: Prompt was "established relationship schmoop." Blame zanzou_chan.
Summary: In an unrealized happy ending, Lockon watches Tieria and enjoys it.
Lockon woke when Tieria rose from the bed, as he usually did. He still couldn't entirely shake the combat training he'd honed into himself, even if he'd never really been suited for it from the start.
He turned to watch Tieria rise. He was already prepared for another undercover mission. This morning he had breasts and the associated curves, although he had not yet grown his hair out. Physically, Tieria always looked beautiful, no matter what sex he was emulating. Lockon sometimes wished he could appreciate that more. He did like to look, but that was as much curiosity as anything else.
Tieria paused at the edge of the bed, readjusting his balance. He'd gotten good at that, though, and it didn't take him long. In many ways Lockon still taught him, and would teach him for as long as he lived (which was increasingly much longer than he'd ever expected), but in other ways, Lockon learned from him. Tieria was an adept at changing. He could be Innovade or human, harsh or gentle, male or female or something in between. He had learned how to exploit those changes in ways he once would never have dreamed of.
Lockon was still a novice at that skill. He probably always would be. He still called himself Lockon--here especially, with Tieria at his side--but more and more he thought his brother had more right to the name than he did.
There were a few ways he'd changed, though. When he'd first come to terms with his survival, he'd missed his right eye for its value in combat. Now, he'd managed to move past that and accept that he wouldn't fight anymore--but occasionally, he thought it would be nice if he could see Tieria like this with both eyes.
Tieria was getting up. He'd put on clothes in a matter of seconds--even now, his own bare skin on his physical body troubled him at all times other than when Lockon was touching it. Lockon didn't want him getting dressed just yet. He sat up and pulled Tieria into his arms without fuss, irrationally pleased by the way Tieria sighed and tipped his head back onto Lockon's shoulder. "Lockon."
"Good morning, Tieria."
Maybe, Lockon thought, he'd changed a little more than he wanted to believe. Tieria had been at his side all this time, drawn to him no matter what. Maybe Tieria had rubbed off on him a little.
Pairing: Saji/Louise
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 307
Notes: For luinthoron.
Summary: Louise and Saji, after the end. "You were a child who was made of glass."
"Saji, it's like I'm in pieces," Louise says to him one day, soon after they've found somewhere to stay, somewhere she can get the care she needs. "Sharp pieces that could cut anyone who touches me. Someone should come in with a brush and sweep me up."
"You won't cut me," he promises, reaching for her hand (her real one, the one that is still warm to his touch; if he were even more of a fool he could hold it, close his eyes, and pretend everything was still all right). "I don't mind touching you." It is an understatement. He treasures every embrace.
"I've already cut you most of all," she says. "How much did you hurt because of me?" She evades his touch, instead reaching out to catch hold of the ring he still wears on the chain around his neck. "This is a piece of me, too. How many times did it cut you?"
"Never," Saji says. "Never, Louise. It kept me safe when everything else was trying to hurt me."
But when he says that, he leaves an opening, and she pounces on it. "So many things tried to hurt you! And people, too. Like me. You put yourself in danger for me."
He can't deny that, so he nods. "I'd do it again, Louise. Please rest now. You're still weak."
She hears the urgency in his voice, and this time she admits his victory and lies back down on the bed. It is a bed that is exactly big enough for two people, but sometimes it feels suffocatingly small, and sometimes it feels far too large. Saji watches her. He can no longer tell, these days, when she has fallen asleep and when she is merely resting. It doesn't matter. He still wants to be the one who puts her back together.
Title: Skill Levels
Pairing: Lockon/Tieria
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 409
Notes: Prompt was "established relationship schmoop." Blame zanzou_chan.
Summary: In an unrealized happy ending, Lockon watches Tieria and enjoys it.
Lockon woke when Tieria rose from the bed, as he usually did. He still couldn't entirely shake the combat training he'd honed into himself, even if he'd never really been suited for it from the start.
He turned to watch Tieria rise. He was already prepared for another undercover mission. This morning he had breasts and the associated curves, although he had not yet grown his hair out. Physically, Tieria always looked beautiful, no matter what sex he was emulating. Lockon sometimes wished he could appreciate that more. He did like to look, but that was as much curiosity as anything else.
Tieria paused at the edge of the bed, readjusting his balance. He'd gotten good at that, though, and it didn't take him long. In many ways Lockon still taught him, and would teach him for as long as he lived (which was increasingly much longer than he'd ever expected), but in other ways, Lockon learned from him. Tieria was an adept at changing. He could be Innovade or human, harsh or gentle, male or female or something in between. He had learned how to exploit those changes in ways he once would never have dreamed of.
Lockon was still a novice at that skill. He probably always would be. He still called himself Lockon--here especially, with Tieria at his side--but more and more he thought his brother had more right to the name than he did.
There were a few ways he'd changed, though. When he'd first come to terms with his survival, he'd missed his right eye for its value in combat. Now, he'd managed to move past that and accept that he wouldn't fight anymore--but occasionally, he thought it would be nice if he could see Tieria like this with both eyes.
Tieria was getting up. He'd put on clothes in a matter of seconds--even now, his own bare skin on his physical body troubled him at all times other than when Lockon was touching it. Lockon didn't want him getting dressed just yet. He sat up and pulled Tieria into his arms without fuss, irrationally pleased by the way Tieria sighed and tipped his head back onto Lockon's shoulder. "Lockon."
"Good morning, Tieria."
Maybe, Lockon thought, he'd changed a little more than he wanted to believe. Tieria had been at his side all this time, drawn to him no matter what. Maybe Tieria had rubbed off on him a little.