Fandom Challenge: Ficlet 45, 46, 47 & 48
Title: Smile
Fandom: King of Bandit; Jing
Rating: parental guidence for persons under fifteen years of age
Pairings: kinda Jing/Stir
Warnings: spoilers kinda
Summary: Stirring in his sleep to smile...
Kir watched Jing as the boy slept. He had been very tight-lipped about what happened when he snuck into the palace to steal the Vintage Smile, but he always got this content look on his face whenever the bird brought it up. Kir was determined to get to the bottom of that look, even if he had to wear the Vintage Smile himself to get his partner to talk to him.
It turned out that Kir didn't have to devalue their treasure by wearing it, he just had to sleep badly one night and stay up, listening to Jing mumbling in his sleep.
“Stir...” the youth moaned softly, and Kir grinned to himself as he watched Jing's body jolt once. “Stir...” he sighed, rolling over and wrapping his arms around the cushion that had been under Kir a moment ago, and throwing his leg over where it might have been had the small cushion been as large as the diminutive yet powerful beauty that was Princess Stir.
Title: Waste Not
Fandom: Last of the Mohicans
Rating: not for kids really...
Pairings: none.
Warnings: old age and implied death
Summary: Hawkeye knew that at last, his time was come as well.
Hawkeye sighed and disarmed his gun. He wasn't going to get this shot off any more than he had been going to get off the one before it. The man didn't like to admit it, but he was growing old, and his sight was worsening. He would have to go into town and see if he could afford glasses if he was going to attempt to continue to live in the same fashion he had all these years.
Somehow, he doubted it. He'd lived off the land and nothing else for so long, he didn't exactly have much in the way of savings. So it was, disappointed in himself, Hawkeye resigned himself to the possibility of death approaching him simply because he could no longer live as he knew how, and he could not afford to live any other way.
Another night, and another quarry he had been unable to see clearly enough to shoot. How far he had fallen, and how hungry he was becoming. Two slow killers were attacking him - old age, and hunger - and he had no defence against them.
Hawkeye moved as well as he was able towards the nearest settlement he could remember, picked out a house, and left his gun, and all his few remaining possessions beside the front door, then wandered back into the world he knew, satisfied that in his death, nothing was going to be wasted.
Title: Pop Goes the Weasle
Fandom: Robin Hood; Prince of Theives
Rating: fun
Pairings: Marion/Robin mentioned
Warnings: you might laugh
Summary: Well, it's just a bit of deja vu, isn't it?
“There was a rich man from Nottingham who tried to cross the river. What a dope! He tripped on a rope! Now look at him shiver!” sang out the voice of Will Scarlet, happily mocking from the cover of the trees, where he had pulled on the rope from, tripping the now very wet man. “Beg for mercy Rich Man!”
As Robin of Locksley stood from the water, dripping, he looked over at the laughing younger man.
“Will, haven't we already been through this?” he called over.
“Yes,” he admitted with a slowly calming chuckle, and smirked as he stood up. “But it's still just as much fun now as it was then. So are you going to beg or not Brother?”
Robin laughed. “Alright Will, I shall beg. I beg you, join me and Marion for dinner tomorrow evening.”
“Sounds good to me,” he said, jumping down to the edge of the river. “I suppose I'll have to clean up for the occasion?”
“Marion does like it if those around her have bathed,” Robin answered, nodding and chuckling.
Will nodded back, and with a wave to his brother, disappeared back into the greenwood. Robin had made living in Sherwood very comfortable, and he was inclined to stick with it rather than to move in with his brother, though that he had offered, and continued to reiterate that he was always welcome and that Locksley was his home as well, which was nice.
Title: Knowing
Fandom: Tin Man
Rating: Cute
Pairing: DG/Glitch if you squint
Warnings: none really
Summary: She hadn't told him, so how had he known her name?
DG wondered, now that she had a moment, when exactly she had told Glitch her name. Had she told the crazy painted dwarves her name during their interrogation of her? She didn't think so, and he had known her name when they were escaping from that cage.
This begged the question, how did he know her name?
They found out that he had been a royal advisor to the queen, DG's mother, so it was possible that Glitch had known her then... but he had lost half his brain to Azkadelia, and couldn't even remember his own name. Besides which, she hadn't even been thirteen when she left, and she was twenty-one when she returned to the Outer Zone. People tended to change a lot in those intermediate years.
When she asked him, the restored Glitch, now Ambrose once more, had answered her with some lingering confusion, but complete honesty.
“It felt like the name that belonged to you, and when I got those feelings at that time, I went with them.”
DG smiled at that. Through everything that had happened to him, he'd still managed to remember her.
Fandom: King of Bandit; Jing
Rating: parental guidence for persons under fifteen years of age
Pairings: kinda Jing/Stir
Warnings: spoilers kinda
Summary: Stirring in his sleep to smile...
Kir watched Jing as the boy slept. He had been very tight-lipped about what happened when he snuck into the palace to steal the Vintage Smile, but he always got this content look on his face whenever the bird brought it up. Kir was determined to get to the bottom of that look, even if he had to wear the Vintage Smile himself to get his partner to talk to him.
It turned out that Kir didn't have to devalue their treasure by wearing it, he just had to sleep badly one night and stay up, listening to Jing mumbling in his sleep.
“Stir...” the youth moaned softly, and Kir grinned to himself as he watched Jing's body jolt once. “Stir...” he sighed, rolling over and wrapping his arms around the cushion that had been under Kir a moment ago, and throwing his leg over where it might have been had the small cushion been as large as the diminutive yet powerful beauty that was Princess Stir.
Title: Waste Not
Fandom: Last of the Mohicans
Rating: not for kids really...
Pairings: none.
Warnings: old age and implied death
Summary: Hawkeye knew that at last, his time was come as well.
Hawkeye sighed and disarmed his gun. He wasn't going to get this shot off any more than he had been going to get off the one before it. The man didn't like to admit it, but he was growing old, and his sight was worsening. He would have to go into town and see if he could afford glasses if he was going to attempt to continue to live in the same fashion he had all these years.
Somehow, he doubted it. He'd lived off the land and nothing else for so long, he didn't exactly have much in the way of savings. So it was, disappointed in himself, Hawkeye resigned himself to the possibility of death approaching him simply because he could no longer live as he knew how, and he could not afford to live any other way.
Another night, and another quarry he had been unable to see clearly enough to shoot. How far he had fallen, and how hungry he was becoming. Two slow killers were attacking him - old age, and hunger - and he had no defence against them.
Hawkeye moved as well as he was able towards the nearest settlement he could remember, picked out a house, and left his gun, and all his few remaining possessions beside the front door, then wandered back into the world he knew, satisfied that in his death, nothing was going to be wasted.
Title: Pop Goes the Weasle
Fandom: Robin Hood; Prince of Theives
Rating: fun
Pairings: Marion/Robin mentioned
Warnings: you might laugh
Summary: Well, it's just a bit of deja vu, isn't it?
“There was a rich man from Nottingham who tried to cross the river. What a dope! He tripped on a rope! Now look at him shiver!” sang out the voice of Will Scarlet, happily mocking from the cover of the trees, where he had pulled on the rope from, tripping the now very wet man. “Beg for mercy Rich Man!”
As Robin of Locksley stood from the water, dripping, he looked over at the laughing younger man.
“Will, haven't we already been through this?” he called over.
“Yes,” he admitted with a slowly calming chuckle, and smirked as he stood up. “But it's still just as much fun now as it was then. So are you going to beg or not Brother?”
Robin laughed. “Alright Will, I shall beg. I beg you, join me and Marion for dinner tomorrow evening.”
“Sounds good to me,” he said, jumping down to the edge of the river. “I suppose I'll have to clean up for the occasion?”
“Marion does like it if those around her have bathed,” Robin answered, nodding and chuckling.
Will nodded back, and with a wave to his brother, disappeared back into the greenwood. Robin had made living in Sherwood very comfortable, and he was inclined to stick with it rather than to move in with his brother, though that he had offered, and continued to reiterate that he was always welcome and that Locksley was his home as well, which was nice.
Title: Knowing
Fandom: Tin Man
Rating: Cute
Pairing: DG/Glitch if you squint
Warnings: none really
Summary: She hadn't told him, so how had he known her name?
DG wondered, now that she had a moment, when exactly she had told Glitch her name. Had she told the crazy painted dwarves her name during their interrogation of her? She didn't think so, and he had known her name when they were escaping from that cage.
This begged the question, how did he know her name?
They found out that he had been a royal advisor to the queen, DG's mother, so it was possible that Glitch had known her then... but he had lost half his brain to Azkadelia, and couldn't even remember his own name. Besides which, she hadn't even been thirteen when she left, and she was twenty-one when she returned to the Outer Zone. People tended to change a lot in those intermediate years.
When she asked him, the restored Glitch, now Ambrose once more, had answered her with some lingering confusion, but complete honesty.
“It felt like the name that belonged to you, and when I got those feelings at that time, I went with them.”
DG smiled at that. Through everything that had happened to him, he'd still managed to remember her.