fanfic entries because that's what i want to do
Fanfic: Time Keeps Slipping Away
Fandom: Wheel of Time
Pairing: Rand al'Thor x Elayne Trakand
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Potential spoilers for the following books: In the Beginning, The Eye of the World, The Great Hunt, The Dragon Reborn, The Shadow Rising, The Fires of Heaven, and the beginning chapters of The Lord of Chaos. Those are all I've read so far in the Wheel of Time series so what I'm writing is what I wish to happen. I'm not buying anymore books
Disclaimer: I do not own the Wheel of Time series, and I do not profit from the writing of this little bitty piece. Wheel of Time belongs to Robert Jordan and Tom Doherty Associates.
Summary: The Last Battle is drawing near, and Rand wants to confess his feelings to Elayne. Only it seems there's never enough time, not with everything that needs to be done.
The palace was a flurry of activity. Servants dashed through the hallways, harried expressions on their faces. Some carried fresh linens, others food and drink while others still carried weapons and armor. Soldiers stood at various locations, some talking and laughing, but their expressions were tight and mirthless. Among the soldiers were Aiel and Aes Sedai, each clustered together and talking quietly amongst themselves. In the air hung a thick and foreboding tension. If anyone smiled, Rand noticed, the smile was forced, and he knew the reasons for the tension, for the forcefulness in each smile, and he found himself feeling everything each person felt, only magnified a thousand fold.
Tarmon Gai'don was closing in on Rand, on them, but the Last Battle was not Rand's only concern. Something else troubled him, something far closer to his heart than what anyone else could imagine. Or perhaps another person could . . . Rand was not sure. It had become his habit to not speak of his thoughts or worries to everyone, especially when Moiraine had been alive. His designs were his own, and he had not wanted anyone to try and deter him from his course. This particular course lay within his heart, within the wills of three women, and how it had been divided for those three women.
Only now, two of those paths had closed to him. He knew where his heart, his love, truly lay and with whom, and he knew he needed to do something about the troubles within his heart that concerned his heart. Rand also knew he needed to say something to her, before time ran out on him.
Yet it seemed he never had much time. For anything. Between meetings with the generals, the High Nobles from Illian, Tear, Cairhien, and Andor, and the Aiel chiefs, and continuing his training and purging of saidin, Rand barely found the time to sleep. Where would he find the time to Elayne how he truly felt? He knew she wanted to bond him as her Warder, but Rand had not allowed it. There was too much he needed to do, and bowing to Elayne's whims as her Warder would prevent him from doing so.
However, Rand could not deny he loved the golden-haired woman. He wanted to survive Tarmon Gai'don so he could be with her, rebuild the world with her, and to simply hear her laugh at the end of the day. His heart skipped a beat whenever she was near, and he had to constantly remind himself to breathe in those moments as well.
And he kept hearing the ticking of the clock, the ticking of time slipping away . . .
"Elayne," he murmured. "I hope you know how much you truly mean to me . . ."
Title: Cool Breezes
Fandom: Speed Racer
Pairing: Gregory "Speed" Racer x Darius Evans (OC)
Rating: PG13
Warnings: yaoi, perhaps some out of character moments
Disclaimer: I do not own Speed Racer nor do I profit from the writing of this piece. Darius Evans, however, is copywrighted to me. Please ask for my permission first.
Summary: They liked to drive to the Grand Traverse Bay area. Sometimes, it led to adventure. Sometimes . . .
The sun had barely started to rise when they set out. Condensation still covered the windshield of their car, a dark grey convertible built by Pops, but Speed knew it wouuld not last long. The month of June had been unseasonably warm, the hottest on record in the last thirty years. The public pools were filled to capacity, filled with people trying to keep cool. Some had even gone swimming in Lake Huron where they could. Even his parents had decided upon adding a swimming pool to their yard to escape the heat whenever they could.
For their part, he and Darius were heading north, to Traverse City, for the weekend. It was one of their monthly excursions to the northern part of the state. Darius liked swimming in the Grand Traverse Bay, and Speed simply liked the quieter aspect of Traverse City. Though it was a major city in the northern half of Michigan, it retained a quiet and quaint way of life that differed from the hustle and bustle of Farmington Hills, and it was something Speed felt he and his life partner needed. Darius had readily agreed, and so their plans were made.
An hour and a half into their drive - Speed had dozed a little, content to let Darius drive for the first stretch - his partner lowered the top. The cool breeze breathed a bit of life into Speed, and he shifted so he sat a little straighter in his seat. He glanced at Darius, who wore a slightly impish grin.
"I was thinking," he began when he noticed Speed stirring a little, "of an interesting way we can pass the time."
"How interesting?" Speed inquired. He knew better than to agree to Darius's ideas right away. Giving in sometimes led to disastrous results but always ended with the two of them smiling.
"Well," Darius licked his lips, "interesting in that we tell each other a story. It doesn't have to be dirty or anything else like that . . . and then maybe use those ideas to, oh, I don't know , write our own book."
Speed did not answer right away. It was not a mind-blowing, interesting idea from Darius, but it was interesting enough to stoke his curiosity. He had already written a book once before, but it was nothing like what Darius suggested. That first book had detailed Speed's life and how it nearly ended at the bottom of a glass of scotch. This would be a different undertaking, something no one would ever expect them to do, and Darius knew as much. Speed tilted his head as he spoke.
"Write our own book?" he echoed. "What brought this on?"
Darius shrugged.
"I don't really know," he replied. "It just sounds like a good idea to me. I know it won't be the first time we've worked together on something, but it also won't be the last. It's just . . . it's just something I want to do."
Speed said nothing about Darius's idea. There was not much he could say except to either agree or disagree with what Darius wanted. The idea certainly had merits, and Speed definitely enjoyed working with Darius whenever the opportunity presented itself. Even if it never became a success, Speed knew he wanted to try. He smiled and nodded. The wind whipped around them as Darius drove, messing their hair. Already, the day promised to be hot and humid, a typical Michigan day.
"All right," he said. "So where do we begin?"