FIC: Love Letters
Title: Love Letters
Pairings: Kenren/Goujun
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Sheer fluffitude.
Summary: Kenren needs to have his memo pad taken away.
Disclaimer: Standard disclaimer thingee. Not mine, hers.
Notes:
Gift fic number two for this Christmas, this one to my other Tenpou- or should I say Tempest- puddingcat (yes, Jun here has more than one Tenpou. Feel for him). Months ago puddingcat (with whom I rp on occasion) suggested I choose a Gaiden prompt at one of the smut communities. There were reasons why, which I won’t go into, and I forget which comm it was- but it really doesn’t matter since I never did sign up. Still, part of one of the prompts mentioned “love letters” which got the inner bunnies hopping enough for me to jot down a few notes. Then life got in the way, and the whole thing disappeared for a bit.
But voila! Here’s the rabbit back out of the hat- far too late for its original purpose, but hopefully still able to make my Tempest and everybody else smile this holiday season. Bitty-fic number two, steaming hot with a marshmallow on top!
Warning: this fic is even more mindless than the one I just posted for macavitykitsune . It might tickle your nose, it’s so fluffy.
Love Letters
General,
It having been brought to my attention that you were the primary culprit in the unfortunate incident involving Sergeant Chen and the automatic pitching machine this Thursday last, you will have the honor of leading his morning calisthenics classes until he is able to return to active duty. Please see the attached schedule for the exercise regimens. Classes are daily on the south grinder. I will be expecting promptness and a full curriculum, so alter your schedule accordingly.
Do not expect compensation for the added hours; simply be grateful you will not be replacing the machine out of your own pocket. Consider picking up the baseballs an added bonus.
Goujun, Commander of the Armies of the Western Heavens
Inter-office communicative no. 122409
Commander,
Your wish is but my command. A morning filled with grunting, sweaty men it is. All balls are present and accounted for; if you wish any more bending over or ball searches on my part, just whistle.
Kenren, General XO
P.S. You know how to whistle, don’t you? You put your lips together, and blow.
Inter-office communicative no. 122510
General,
It has been reported that you have been directing the morning calisthenics class from a lawn chair while drinking what has been euphemistically described as a ‘liquid breakfast.’ I need not remind you that if you are again caught violating regulation 14.643.1834.8 Subsection a: Prohibition of the Ingestion of Intoxicating Substances While on Active Duty, you will be duly reprimanded.
I fully expect you to follow through with the intention of the original directive by employing a personal demonstration of technique for each exercise. Please correct these matters immediately.
Goujun, Commander of the Armies of the Western Heavens
Inter-office communicative no. 123105
Commander,
I must state for the record I was merely following your most excellent example of valiantly commanding while sitting in a chair.
Kenren, General XO
Inter-office communicative no. 100210
General,
It is requested that you stay in the designated area for the morning calisthenics class. Simply moving the class to the north parade grounds in order to hide your continued resistance to class participation shows a decided lack of imagination on your part.
My eyes are everywhere.
Goujun, Commander of the Armies of the Western Heavens
Inter-office communicative no. 10109
Oh Commanderly One,
I will from tomorrow onward remove my shirt during class, so that your eyes can more easily view the flex and pull of every muscle as I lead the morning calisthenics class. In this way, you will be sure of my complete participation. Though I respectfully suggest that the next time you try looking through your left window, as it will offer a better view of my backside during the squat thrusts. Last time, the flag pole was in the way of the best parts, if I do say so myself. Unless that shadow in your office wasn’t you.
Kenren, General XOXOXOXOXOXO
Inter-office communicative no. 125510
Commander,
Your lack of a response to inter-office communicative number 105510 was rather disappointing. Don’t you love me anymore? I can still see you up there.
K
Inter-office communicative no. 125551
General,
Please refrain from using company stationary for your personal correspondences.
Goujun, Commander of the Armies of the Western Heavens
Inter-office communicative no. 130362
Commander Mine,
Did you want personal correspondences? I’m more than happy to oblige. Name the place.
K is for Kisses
Inter-office communicative no. 131428
General,
As of this coming Tuesday you are to be relieved from the position of morning calisthenics instructor. Make an appointment with Sergeant Chen for debriefing before returning to your regular routine.
No puns.
Goujun, Commander of the Armies of the Western Heavens
Inter-office communicative no. 143727
Commander,
Sergeant Chen tells me you haven’t been watching him lead the morning calisthenics class on the south grinder. Strangely enough, I find my mornings free now as well. Maybe we can get together for coffee? It’ll seem like old times.
Kxxx
Inter-office communicative no. 154826
General,
I seem to have been sent a copy of a book called Mythical Beasts of the Far East. Though the book plate claims that it belongs to Marshal Tenpou, the return address on the mailing envelope is listed as your living quarters. Care to explain?
Goujun, Commander of the Armies of the Western Heavens
Inter-office communicative no. 163827
Commander,
If you open to the bookmark on page 354 of said book, you will note that the author makes the claim that the Chinese dragon is “the embodiment of the male principle,” quote unquote. Not wanting vicious and untrue rumors spread about my illustrious commander, I feel I must investigate this allegation quite thoroughly. I was hoping for an evening audience with his immensely well-principled majesty to check it out. I’ll bring the sake.
K
Inter-office communicative no.135764
General,
Be careful of what you wish for, General, as you may quickly come to regret rousing such an animal from its lair. Believe me, there is nothing about said beast that is mythical. I doubt you have the mettle to be a dragon slayer.
Goujun, Commander of the Armies of the Western Heavens
Inter-office communicative no.142001
Commander,
Try me.
Inter-office communicative no. 142856
General,
Your insubordination will no longer be tolerated. Report to my office tomorrow at 21:41.
Goujun, Commander of the Armies of the Western Heavens
Inter-office communicative no. 143295
Commander,
I stand corrected.
K
P.S. After last evening’s dressing down, I find I’m missing my belt. Don’t suppose you’ve seen it.
Inter-office communicative no. 143652
General,
There is a potential match to the item in your recent query. Please report to my office Wednesday evening around 19:00 to claim it. Use the back door.
Goujun, Commander of the Armies of the Western Heavens
Inter-office communicative no. 144207
Commander,
Marshal Tenpou has requested he be allowed to accompany me to your office tomorrow evening at 19:00. He claims he’s missing a book, and has been led to believe you might have it.
Plus he doesn’t believe me about the tongue.
Inter-office communicative no. 144763
Pairings: Kenren/Goujun
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Sheer fluffitude.
Summary: Kenren needs to have his memo pad taken away.
Disclaimer: Standard disclaimer thingee. Not mine, hers.
Notes:
Gift fic number two for this Christmas, this one to my other Tenpou- or should I say Tempest- puddingcat (yes, Jun here has more than one Tenpou. Feel for him). Months ago puddingcat (with whom I rp on occasion) suggested I choose a Gaiden prompt at one of the smut communities. There were reasons why, which I won’t go into, and I forget which comm it was- but it really doesn’t matter since I never did sign up. Still, part of one of the prompts mentioned “love letters” which got the inner bunnies hopping enough for me to jot down a few notes. Then life got in the way, and the whole thing disappeared for a bit.
But voila! Here’s the rabbit back out of the hat- far too late for its original purpose, but hopefully still able to make my Tempest and everybody else smile this holiday season. Bitty-fic number two, steaming hot with a marshmallow on top!
Warning: this fic is even more mindless than the one I just posted for macavitykitsune . It might tickle your nose, it’s so fluffy.
Love Letters
General,
It having been brought to my attention that you were the primary culprit in the unfortunate incident involving Sergeant Chen and the automatic pitching machine this Thursday last, you will have the honor of leading his morning calisthenics classes until he is able to return to active duty. Please see the attached schedule for the exercise regimens. Classes are daily on the south grinder. I will be expecting promptness and a full curriculum, so alter your schedule accordingly.
Do not expect compensation for the added hours; simply be grateful you will not be replacing the machine out of your own pocket. Consider picking up the baseballs an added bonus.
Goujun, Commander of the Armies of the Western Heavens
Inter-office communicative no. 122409
Commander,
Your wish is but my command. A morning filled with grunting, sweaty men it is. All balls are present and accounted for; if you wish any more bending over or ball searches on my part, just whistle.
Kenren, General XO
P.S. You know how to whistle, don’t you? You put your lips together, and blow.
Inter-office communicative no. 122510
General,
It has been reported that you have been directing the morning calisthenics class from a lawn chair while drinking what has been euphemistically described as a ‘liquid breakfast.’ I need not remind you that if you are again caught violating regulation 14.643.1834.8 Subsection a: Prohibition of the Ingestion of Intoxicating Substances While on Active Duty, you will be duly reprimanded.
I fully expect you to follow through with the intention of the original directive by employing a personal demonstration of technique for each exercise. Please correct these matters immediately.
Goujun, Commander of the Armies of the Western Heavens
Inter-office communicative no. 123105
Commander,
I must state for the record I was merely following your most excellent example of valiantly commanding while sitting in a chair.
Kenren, General XO
Inter-office communicative no. 100210
General,
It is requested that you stay in the designated area for the morning calisthenics class. Simply moving the class to the north parade grounds in order to hide your continued resistance to class participation shows a decided lack of imagination on your part.
My eyes are everywhere.
Goujun, Commander of the Armies of the Western Heavens
Inter-office communicative no. 10109
Oh Commanderly One,
I will from tomorrow onward remove my shirt during class, so that your eyes can more easily view the flex and pull of every muscle as I lead the morning calisthenics class. In this way, you will be sure of my complete participation. Though I respectfully suggest that the next time you try looking through your left window, as it will offer a better view of my backside during the squat thrusts. Last time, the flag pole was in the way of the best parts, if I do say so myself. Unless that shadow in your office wasn’t you.
Kenren, General XOXOXOXOXOXO
Inter-office communicative no. 125510
Commander,
Your lack of a response to inter-office communicative number 105510 was rather disappointing. Don’t you love me anymore? I can still see you up there.
K
Inter-office communicative no. 125551
General,
Please refrain from using company stationary for your personal correspondences.
Goujun, Commander of the Armies of the Western Heavens
Inter-office communicative no. 130362
Commander Mine,
Did you want personal correspondences? I’m more than happy to oblige. Name the place.
K is for Kisses
Inter-office communicative no. 131428
General,
As of this coming Tuesday you are to be relieved from the position of morning calisthenics instructor. Make an appointment with Sergeant Chen for debriefing before returning to your regular routine.
No puns.
Goujun, Commander of the Armies of the Western Heavens
Inter-office communicative no. 143727
Commander,
Sergeant Chen tells me you haven’t been watching him lead the morning calisthenics class on the south grinder. Strangely enough, I find my mornings free now as well. Maybe we can get together for coffee? It’ll seem like old times.
Kxxx
Inter-office communicative no. 154826
General,
I seem to have been sent a copy of a book called Mythical Beasts of the Far East. Though the book plate claims that it belongs to Marshal Tenpou, the return address on the mailing envelope is listed as your living quarters. Care to explain?
Goujun, Commander of the Armies of the Western Heavens
Inter-office communicative no. 163827
Commander,
If you open to the bookmark on page 354 of said book, you will note that the author makes the claim that the Chinese dragon is “the embodiment of the male principle,” quote unquote. Not wanting vicious and untrue rumors spread about my illustrious commander, I feel I must investigate this allegation quite thoroughly. I was hoping for an evening audience with his immensely well-principled majesty to check it out. I’ll bring the sake.
K
Inter-office communicative no.135764
General,
Be careful of what you wish for, General, as you may quickly come to regret rousing such an animal from its lair. Believe me, there is nothing about said beast that is mythical. I doubt you have the mettle to be a dragon slayer.
Goujun, Commander of the Armies of the Western Heavens
Inter-office communicative no.142001
Commander,
Try me.
Inter-office communicative no. 142856
General,
Your insubordination will no longer be tolerated. Report to my office tomorrow at 21:41.
Goujun, Commander of the Armies of the Western Heavens
Inter-office communicative no. 143295
Commander,
I stand corrected.
K
P.S. After last evening’s dressing down, I find I’m missing my belt. Don’t suppose you’ve seen it.
Inter-office communicative no. 143652
General,
There is a potential match to the item in your recent query. Please report to my office Wednesday evening around 19:00 to claim it. Use the back door.
Goujun, Commander of the Armies of the Western Heavens
Inter-office communicative no. 144207
Commander,
Marshal Tenpou has requested he be allowed to accompany me to your office tomorrow evening at 19:00. He claims he’s missing a book, and has been led to believe you might have it.
Plus he doesn’t believe me about the tongue.
Inter-office communicative no. 144763