really bad eggs
Title: A Pirate's Life for Me: Really Bad Eggs
Author: grey_damaskena
Challenge: Harlequin Romance Novel (brief continuation)
Rating: PG-13(ish?); as per usual with my writing lately the rating is really somewhat dependant on your imagination . . .
Genre: Romance/Humor
Canon: good question
Pairing: Touya/Yue et al. Once again with Nakuru/lace! And Nakuru/3v1l! And implied Yukito/3v1l!, because people always underestimate the innocent-looking ones . . .
Length: 541 words
Summary: The joke that didn't make the final cut on the fic . . .
Notes: I am evil, but not nearly as evil as a certain moon guardian. Not naming any names here, but you only have two to choose from . . .
Nakuru managed to catch Touya alone before Eriol dragged her back to England with him. To be more precise, she cornered him in the narrow walkway that led to the local bakery, where he had a part-time job.
That he did not claw his way up the stucco wall she backed him up against was a credit to his extraordinary willpower, because there was nothing in the world scarier than Nakuru with that gleam in her eyes.
"So, Touya," she drawled, smirking. "What did you think of the underwear I designed for Yue?"
When Nakuru returned to England, she did so with the satisfaction of knowing that she was the only person ever to see Touya blush all the way to the roots of his hair.
Author: grey_damaskena
Challenge: Harlequin Romance Novel (brief continuation)
Rating: PG-13(ish?); as per usual with my writing lately the rating is really somewhat dependant on your imagination . . .
Genre: Romance/Humor
Canon: good question
Pairing: Touya/Yue et al. Once again with Nakuru/lace! And Nakuru/3v1l! And implied Yukito/3v1l!, because people always underestimate the innocent-looking ones . . .
Length: 541 words
Summary: The joke that didn't make the final cut on the fic . . .
Notes: I am evil, but not nearly as evil as a certain moon guardian. Not naming any names here, but you only have two to choose from . . .
Nakuru managed to catch Touya alone before Eriol dragged her back to England with him. To be more precise, she cornered him in the narrow walkway that led to the local bakery, where he had a part-time job.
That he did not claw his way up the stucco wall she backed him up against was a credit to his extraordinary willpower, because there was nothing in the world scarier than Nakuru with that gleam in her eyes.
"So, Touya," she drawled, smirking. "What did you think of the underwear I designed for Yue?"
When Nakuru returned to England, she did so with the satisfaction of knowing that she was the only person ever to see Touya blush all the way to the roots of his hair.