Taking Requests
So, as I mentioned, I finished my awful evil exam of doom and although my sense of self-worth has been erased out of existence, I AM FREE. So, to celebrate, now taking fic requests! (I've never done this before and always wanted to try and now feels like the time for pointless indulgences).
First five commenters get a flash fic of their choice. ( Read more... )
First five commenters get a flash fic of their choice. ( Read more... )
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Sugar and Spice
Mythos didn’t mind going shopping with Autor, in fact, he was rather looking forward to it. What he didn’t understand was why Fakir had outright refused. The prince had very carefully snuck away from the kingdom for just this occasion. He wanted to surprise Rue with the most perfect present, and push out all those memories of his heartless years when Rue herself had bought the presents, had made him give them to her, and then looked with heartbroken eyes as he complied mechanically.
The problem, of course, was Mythos had no idea what a perfect present was . Surely Fakir, who had always guided him, would. But curiously, when Mythos arrived at Fakir’s doorstep and explained his errand, the former-knight had looked at him with something akin to horror.
So, here they were, something of a strange procession, Autor, who had been helping Fakir edit and had volunteered eagerly, Mythos, and Duck, who with some vigorous quacking had also indicated her eagerness to participate, tucked into the crook of Mythos’ arm.
“It will be good to have some female advice,” the prince had said gratefully as Duck blushed and Fakir merely rolled his eyes. Even when she had been a girl, she was the least feminine girl he had known. But valiantly, Fakir refrained from commenting, not wanting to draw any undue attention and getting roped into this ridiculous quest after all.
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