Suikoden, Sailormoon, Phoenix Wright
Taj/Shams (Suikoden Tierkreis) for factorielle
Prompt: "Things you'll never know"
Every night Taj sees Shams staring out the window of their quarters to the direction of the once-great Magedom of Janam, now reduced to a barren, cruel desert. It seemed as if not a single shred of its renowned splendor could be seen from the walls of its ruins, and sometimes the silence played tricks on you as your ears plucked hushed pleas out of the thick air. His face held an expression of determination and suppressed urgency. Taj couldn't look away.
Shams wanted to protect him from the memory of its downfall, but Taj wanted to know everything Shams knew, to halve the sorrow. He was his servant and protector, after all. This time however, he had no place beside him.
"Is there something that is bothering you?" Taj was too busy staring at Shams to actually realize that he was now staring back with a smile on his face, his eyes blue and earnest.
"Is he really going to--"
"Yes," Shams said. "I will fight by his side."
Without me. The words stung even as he thought them. They were finally advancing towards the enemy at Cynas, and Sieg thought Sham's powers would be an invaluable asset to his party. But holding him back would not help matters at all. "You will look after Manaril, won't you?" Shams continued, stepping closer. Taj felt a strange rush of fear, but his master's face was calm. He bowed his head.
"I won't be like my father." Shams vowed, placing a hand on Taj's cheek and kissing him, briefly and gently. "Come, I believe Manaril is with Sophia. I want to talk with her before we leave."
Shams gave one last look at the window before he walked through the door, and Taj followed, his eyes locked on the prince's bright hair.
Kunzite/Zoisite (Sailormoon) for kirke_novak
Prompt: Zoisite decides that being evil is boring, dangerous and pays less (and no one really likes you D:), so he becomes a Sailor Senshi. Kunzite tags along because, oh, why the hell not!
"This won't do at all. You will need a sailor suit." Minako said firmly, folding her arms. Somewhere from the corner of the room Usagi let out a most unattractive snort, only to be followed by a sputter from a vicious elbow in the stomach, which could only be Rei's.
"What is the matter with my original suit?!" Zoisite demanded. He was actually very pleased with it, in all its simplicity; the high-necked collar was elegant, and the smooth cloth flaunted his slim figure quite nicely. Kunzite at least, loved running his hands up and down his body, feeling the sleek texture of the cloth. It was cool but pleasing to the touch, like second skin, if one wished to --
"We don't wear the sailor suits for nothing you know," Minako interrupted his thoughts, wagging her finger at him. "We wear them because they're sexy--"
"They're for protection and easy identification," Ami chimed in hurriedly, looking very earnest. "Without them we cannot use our powers to vanquish evil."
"And it gives us a sense of unity, of oneness within the group," Makoto grinned. "You just have to say the magic words."
"You mean those spells you cast, like 'Prism power make-up'? I can't be caught saying that!"
"Suit yourself. We can't let you in the group otherwise."
"Oh for Queen Beryl's sa--" Zoisite felt like killing someone until Kunzite gave him a very pointed look from the spot where he was sitting and observing and possibly enjoying himself. Oh, right. He was not supposed to kill now -- he was a newly reformed being of love and justice. Whatever that meant. Rolling his eyes, Zoisite raised his arms and shouted, "ZOISITE PRISM POWER, MAKE-UP!"
In an instant sparkles, bubbles, and hearts of all sizes appeared out of nowhere, enveloping him. He was completely naked, but intriguingly he felt no shame as pastel rainbows encircled various parts of his body, bestowing upon him his gloves, his high-heeled boots, his ribbon with a golden heart at the center. He helplessly watched with horror and fascination as he received a bright pink skirt that rivaled Chibiusa's hair and a light dash of lip gloss. Suddenly the fancy music stopped before Zoisite realized it was playing in the background.
Then there was only silence.
Usagi was finally free from Rei's headlock, for Rei was too stunned she lost her grip. Usagi peered at him for a moment, then burst into incontrollable laughter.
"OH MY GOD I CAN'T BELIEVE IT ACTUALLY WORKED!!!"
"The sailor outfit really suits you." Rei finally found her voice, looking at Zoisite suspiciously. Zoisite in fact looked very beautiful and the colors matched his eyes and hair. As if he were meant to have one.
"This is ridiculous. This is criminal!" He tried to pull his skirt lower to save what was left of his dignity, but to no avail. "You sailor senshi have tricked me," He spat venomously, and Makoto held a defensive stance in front of the rest of the group. "You did this on purpose to shame me."
"I like it." said a deep voice, and Zoisite turned around to see Kunzite's eyes filled with love and admiration. It did not matter that they were focused on the patch of skin between Zoisite's skirt and boots, for he felt the love there. And something dark, sinister and sadistic, but Zoisite was too happy to bother thinking about it.
"Do you really think this is a good idea?" He moved towards Kunzite and held his hands, kissing them. Kunzite echoed his kiss, staring deep into his eyes.
"Yes. You know I will follow you wherever you go."
Zoisite nodded, eyes shining with happiness. "I love you."
"And I love you."
The sailor senshi allowed them to embrace for a while, and when they finally let go and Zoisite nodded towards them, they cheered.
"This means that he has to wear the sailor suit too, you know." Minako said, her eyes shining brightly.
"She is right, my darling," Zoisite looked back at Kunzite, oblivious to his growing panic, "You only need to say the magic words."
Phoenix/Edgeworth (Phoenix Wright) for tea_drinker
Prompt: Nick's bad coffee versus Mile's good tea and why tea is so much better.
They had taken to chatting (or squabbling) over drinks whenever one visited the other's office. At the Wright and Co. Agency Miles had to settle with cheap three-in-one coffee packs, much to his disgust. He never failed to bash them with long sentences, emphasized points, and nine to ten synonyms for the word 'atrocious'. Phoenix, on the other hand, was just sheepish. "I can't afford an actual coffee maker," he explained, scratching his head. "I spent all my money on a vacation with Maya and Pearl last spring, and Larry borrowed some money, so..."
"How long has it been?" Miles had a sinking feeling in his stomach.
"Well, Larry spent all his money on a vacation with Mindy last spring, so it'll probably take a while. I was surprised, actually. He showed up at the exact same mountain we were hiking on!"
How come you never take me on vacation was what Miles wanted to say, but he kept silent and dumped what remained of his coffee on the desk plant when Phoenix wasn't looking, only to realize that it was a small cactus. Which now smelled strongly of horrible caffeine it didn't need. "You should start drinking tea. It's good for you."
"Real lawyers usually drink coffee," Phoenix grinned. "For sleepless nights." No doubt he was referring to Diego Armando, whose famous unlimited coffee had stained many defense lawyers' suits for years.
Miles chose to ignore that first statement. "Tea is not only beneficial to your health, it helps you relax. Due to the high amount of antioxidants you absorb, you have a reduced risk from certain diseases, and it keeps your body calm. I especially recommend drinking green, oolong, or black tea at least three times a day--"
Phoenix wrinkled his nose throughout his whole monologue. Miles sighed. "You have no ounce of sophistication in you, don't you?"
***
"You see, I have a different idea for relaxation." Phoenix continued this vein of conversation three days later. They were in Miles' office, rubbing against each other on the wall. Sex was rough and hurried; in their haste to get on each other's pants before Gumshoe, Wendy, Larry, or even Officer Meekins burst through the door bringing nothing but havoc, they still were not completely unclothed. Phoenix was naked except for his socks and shoes, and Miles had no pants, though his ruffles were quite crumpled. In a normal situation he would have bitched about it von Karma-style, but Phoenix was currently giving him a dangerously fantastic blowjob and he didn't want it to stop.
"Come up here," Miles said gruffly when he was close to coming, pulling Phoenix up roughly and rubbing his hands on Phoenix's cock. "You're so pushy!" Phoenix groaned loudly, cupped Miles' ass with two hands, and crushed their hips together. They took turns twisting and pushing each other against the wall, fighting for dominance and the turnabout like they did in court, until finally Phoenix let out a voiceless cry and Miles a soft grunt, and their shaking hips stilled.
Phoenix slumped on the nearest armchair, breathing heavily. His razor-sharp gelled hair was sticking out in every direction. Miles checked to make sure his Steel Samurai figure was untouched during their roughhousing. Satisfied that everything was still in perfect condition, he put on his pants and sat on his office chair, pouring himself a cup of tea.
"You really like those stuff, huh." Phoenix said after several minutes. "Let me try a bit."
Miles looked at him pointedly and did as he was requested.
"Mmmm." The defense lawyer took a sip, his forehead wrinkling in distaste. Even his hair drooped a bit. "I'm sorry Edgeworth, but this is really disgusting."
"You'll get used to it." Came the deep reply. There's nothing quite like tea after sex. Miles was already feeling quite content. Another several minutes passed comfortably, and for once not a single objection was heard between them as they drank their tea.
"You're right." Phoenix finally agreed.
Prompt: "Things you'll never know"
Every night Taj sees Shams staring out the window of their quarters to the direction of the once-great Magedom of Janam, now reduced to a barren, cruel desert. It seemed as if not a single shred of its renowned splendor could be seen from the walls of its ruins, and sometimes the silence played tricks on you as your ears plucked hushed pleas out of the thick air. His face held an expression of determination and suppressed urgency. Taj couldn't look away.
Shams wanted to protect him from the memory of its downfall, but Taj wanted to know everything Shams knew, to halve the sorrow. He was his servant and protector, after all. This time however, he had no place beside him.
"Is there something that is bothering you?" Taj was too busy staring at Shams to actually realize that he was now staring back with a smile on his face, his eyes blue and earnest.
"Is he really going to--"
"Yes," Shams said. "I will fight by his side."
Without me. The words stung even as he thought them. They were finally advancing towards the enemy at Cynas, and Sieg thought Sham's powers would be an invaluable asset to his party. But holding him back would not help matters at all. "You will look after Manaril, won't you?" Shams continued, stepping closer. Taj felt a strange rush of fear, but his master's face was calm. He bowed his head.
"I won't be like my father." Shams vowed, placing a hand on Taj's cheek and kissing him, briefly and gently. "Come, I believe Manaril is with Sophia. I want to talk with her before we leave."
Shams gave one last look at the window before he walked through the door, and Taj followed, his eyes locked on the prince's bright hair.
Kunzite/Zoisite (Sailormoon) for kirke_novak
Prompt: Zoisite decides that being evil is boring, dangerous and pays less (and no one really likes you D:), so he becomes a Sailor Senshi. Kunzite tags along because, oh, why the hell not!
"This won't do at all. You will need a sailor suit." Minako said firmly, folding her arms. Somewhere from the corner of the room Usagi let out a most unattractive snort, only to be followed by a sputter from a vicious elbow in the stomach, which could only be Rei's.
"What is the matter with my original suit?!" Zoisite demanded. He was actually very pleased with it, in all its simplicity; the high-necked collar was elegant, and the smooth cloth flaunted his slim figure quite nicely. Kunzite at least, loved running his hands up and down his body, feeling the sleek texture of the cloth. It was cool but pleasing to the touch, like second skin, if one wished to --
"We don't wear the sailor suits for nothing you know," Minako interrupted his thoughts, wagging her finger at him. "We wear them because they're sexy--"
"They're for protection and easy identification," Ami chimed in hurriedly, looking very earnest. "Without them we cannot use our powers to vanquish evil."
"And it gives us a sense of unity, of oneness within the group," Makoto grinned. "You just have to say the magic words."
"You mean those spells you cast, like 'Prism power make-up'? I can't be caught saying that!"
"Suit yourself. We can't let you in the group otherwise."
"Oh for Queen Beryl's sa--" Zoisite felt like killing someone until Kunzite gave him a very pointed look from the spot where he was sitting and observing and possibly enjoying himself. Oh, right. He was not supposed to kill now -- he was a newly reformed being of love and justice. Whatever that meant. Rolling his eyes, Zoisite raised his arms and shouted, "ZOISITE PRISM POWER, MAKE-UP!"
In an instant sparkles, bubbles, and hearts of all sizes appeared out of nowhere, enveloping him. He was completely naked, but intriguingly he felt no shame as pastel rainbows encircled various parts of his body, bestowing upon him his gloves, his high-heeled boots, his ribbon with a golden heart at the center. He helplessly watched with horror and fascination as he received a bright pink skirt that rivaled Chibiusa's hair and a light dash of lip gloss. Suddenly the fancy music stopped before Zoisite realized it was playing in the background.
Then there was only silence.
Usagi was finally free from Rei's headlock, for Rei was too stunned she lost her grip. Usagi peered at him for a moment, then burst into incontrollable laughter.
"OH MY GOD I CAN'T BELIEVE IT ACTUALLY WORKED!!!"
"The sailor outfit really suits you." Rei finally found her voice, looking at Zoisite suspiciously. Zoisite in fact looked very beautiful and the colors matched his eyes and hair. As if he were meant to have one.
"This is ridiculous. This is criminal!" He tried to pull his skirt lower to save what was left of his dignity, but to no avail. "You sailor senshi have tricked me," He spat venomously, and Makoto held a defensive stance in front of the rest of the group. "You did this on purpose to shame me."
"I like it." said a deep voice, and Zoisite turned around to see Kunzite's eyes filled with love and admiration. It did not matter that they were focused on the patch of skin between Zoisite's skirt and boots, for he felt the love there. And something dark, sinister and sadistic, but Zoisite was too happy to bother thinking about it.
"Do you really think this is a good idea?" He moved towards Kunzite and held his hands, kissing them. Kunzite echoed his kiss, staring deep into his eyes.
"Yes. You know I will follow you wherever you go."
Zoisite nodded, eyes shining with happiness. "I love you."
"And I love you."
The sailor senshi allowed them to embrace for a while, and when they finally let go and Zoisite nodded towards them, they cheered.
"This means that he has to wear the sailor suit too, you know." Minako said, her eyes shining brightly.
"She is right, my darling," Zoisite looked back at Kunzite, oblivious to his growing panic, "You only need to say the magic words."
Phoenix/Edgeworth (Phoenix Wright) for tea_drinker
Prompt: Nick's bad coffee versus Mile's good tea and why tea is so much better.
They had taken to chatting (or squabbling) over drinks whenever one visited the other's office. At the Wright and Co. Agency Miles had to settle with cheap three-in-one coffee packs, much to his disgust. He never failed to bash them with long sentences, emphasized points, and nine to ten synonyms for the word 'atrocious'. Phoenix, on the other hand, was just sheepish. "I can't afford an actual coffee maker," he explained, scratching his head. "I spent all my money on a vacation with Maya and Pearl last spring, and Larry borrowed some money, so..."
"How long has it been?" Miles had a sinking feeling in his stomach.
"Well, Larry spent all his money on a vacation with Mindy last spring, so it'll probably take a while. I was surprised, actually. He showed up at the exact same mountain we were hiking on!"
How come you never take me on vacation was what Miles wanted to say, but he kept silent and dumped what remained of his coffee on the desk plant when Phoenix wasn't looking, only to realize that it was a small cactus. Which now smelled strongly of horrible caffeine it didn't need. "You should start drinking tea. It's good for you."
"Real lawyers usually drink coffee," Phoenix grinned. "For sleepless nights." No doubt he was referring to Diego Armando, whose famous unlimited coffee had stained many defense lawyers' suits for years.
Miles chose to ignore that first statement. "Tea is not only beneficial to your health, it helps you relax. Due to the high amount of antioxidants you absorb, you have a reduced risk from certain diseases, and it keeps your body calm. I especially recommend drinking green, oolong, or black tea at least three times a day--"
Phoenix wrinkled his nose throughout his whole monologue. Miles sighed. "You have no ounce of sophistication in you, don't you?"
***
"You see, I have a different idea for relaxation." Phoenix continued this vein of conversation three days later. They were in Miles' office, rubbing against each other on the wall. Sex was rough and hurried; in their haste to get on each other's pants before Gumshoe, Wendy, Larry, or even Officer Meekins burst through the door bringing nothing but havoc, they still were not completely unclothed. Phoenix was naked except for his socks and shoes, and Miles had no pants, though his ruffles were quite crumpled. In a normal situation he would have bitched about it von Karma-style, but Phoenix was currently giving him a dangerously fantastic blowjob and he didn't want it to stop.
"Come up here," Miles said gruffly when he was close to coming, pulling Phoenix up roughly and rubbing his hands on Phoenix's cock. "You're so pushy!" Phoenix groaned loudly, cupped Miles' ass with two hands, and crushed their hips together. They took turns twisting and pushing each other against the wall, fighting for dominance and the turnabout like they did in court, until finally Phoenix let out a voiceless cry and Miles a soft grunt, and their shaking hips stilled.
Phoenix slumped on the nearest armchair, breathing heavily. His razor-sharp gelled hair was sticking out in every direction. Miles checked to make sure his Steel Samurai figure was untouched during their roughhousing. Satisfied that everything was still in perfect condition, he put on his pants and sat on his office chair, pouring himself a cup of tea.
"You really like those stuff, huh." Phoenix said after several minutes. "Let me try a bit."
Miles looked at him pointedly and did as he was requested.
"Mmmm." The defense lawyer took a sip, his forehead wrinkling in distaste. Even his hair drooped a bit. "I'm sorry Edgeworth, but this is really disgusting."
"You'll get used to it." Came the deep reply. There's nothing quite like tea after sex. Miles was already feeling quite content. Another several minutes passed comfortably, and for once not a single objection was heard between them as they drank their tea.
"You're right." Phoenix finally agreed.