Just for sasuran, I'm going to take fic requests once more. Character / pairing / series and a prompt (you don't have to specify a fandom if you don't want to)
You come to slowly and your first tickle of awareness lets you know that every single part of your body is in agony, especially your head. The pain is followed by the realization that you're floating on your back in ice water, and the final curiosity is a sharp, erratic, and somewhat desperate pulling on your pigtail.
Having taken stock of all this, you open your eyes to stare up at the grey sky for a moment before tilting your head back to see what's yanking on your hair. The tiny black shape has its back to you, but you recognize it immediately.
"Ryouga?" Your voice comes out scratchy and dazed, slurring the letters of his name together.
The piglet stops swimming, spits out your braid, and turns to stare back at you with something that looks a bit like relief. Your first thought is to ask him what happened, since your own memories are fuzzy due to either the cold or what you're fairly certain is a serious head injury, but since he wouldn't be able to answer you anyway, you instead focus on the land mass in the distance.
"Good job, man, you picked the right direction for once," your voice is improving a little bit with use. "Let's keep going."
In response, he swims around you, then scrambles up your side to sit on your chest, giving you a look that you translate as the piglet equivalent of a fangy smirk. It only takes a moment to follow his train of thought.
"I'm not a raft, pig-boy."
If anything, the piggie smirk becomes smirkier and your temper flares. You grab hold of him, not sure if you mean to merely dunk him, or prove that pigs can fly by throwing him as far as he'll go. You pause in indecision with your hand on his back.
His tiny body is shivering hard under your fingers, and the fight goes out of you as you really look at him and realize he's not only shaking from the cold, but completely out of breath. With endurance like Ryouga's, even as a pig, you have to wonder just how long he's been trying to pull you to safety if he's showing outward signs of strain.
The two of you stare at each other for a long moment, him wondering if you're going to toss him, and you wondering why he went through all the trouble of dragging you instead of leaving you to freeze or drown. In the end, you wordlessly tighten your grip, holding him in place against your chest, then lift your other arm, stiff and protesting, to begin backstroking towards land.
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I like to think that this is followed by one of those cliche PWP fics where they have to get nekkid and use their body heat to warm up. Once Ryouga's human again, of course. I don't much care which gender Ranma is at the time.
I didn't go so far as porn, but still. A little closer.
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Out of the water is a step in the right direction, but the air's still cold and even once you manage to find the campsite, you're still miles away from civilization. You drop Ryouga, who seems to have passed out, and begin stripping out of your soaked, icy clothes. Or trying to, anyway. Your fingers stumble numbly over clasps you're sure were simple only hours ago, shaking violently at unexpected moments. And when you come to the knot in your belt, you almost give up in frustration. You have to stop and breathe for a moment. Calm down. You grew up camping, and you know what hypothermia is; know well enough that if you don't have a severe case already, you're pretty damned close. You need to get out of your clothes, get every blanket you have, get Ryouga, start a fire, get both of you warm. In that order. Don't think, just move.
The knot is easier when you're calm, though your fingers still won't cooperate. The clasp on your pack is worse, but you get that undone, too. You spread out the blankets, then get Ryouga, who's shaking so hard you have trouble keeping a grip on him, but at least he's shaking. Shaking's good.
You sit down on your way back to the blankets, or maybe your legs just give out from under you. You haven't started the fire yet and you need to start the fire now, but you can't seem to move again. You slump onto your side without meaning to and you can see the blankets from where you've fallen. You try to will yourself just a little bit further, but darkness creeps into the edges of your vision and instead you expend the last of your effort curling tightly into a ball around Ryouga, burrowing into yourself and trying to conserve what little warmth you can before everything fades to black.
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You wake up wrapped tightly in a girl's embrace. Akane, then. The whole thing with Ranma and the lake was just a terrible, cold dream. You snuggle closer into the smooth slide of skin against skin. Skin against... SKIN. You feel the nosebleed coming on even as you struggle out of Akane's embrace, only to find that it's not Akane at all, but Ranma, and the dream about the lake was clearly not a dream
You look into her face and Ranma's so pale you can see veins running blue beneath her skin. There's frost forming in her still-damp hair and a light dusting of snow has come to rest along the side of her cheek. You scramble up and prod her face hard with both your front legs, but she doesn't react, doesn't move at all. And while you know Ranma could probably sleep through a train wreck, this seems like more than that and suddenly everything seems to stop. For several long moments you stand perfectly still, terror clenching your every muscle as you stare at her, almost nose-to-nose. Finally, finally, her breath stutters weakly across your face and only then can you relax and let the world start up again. Breath is good.
For the second time that day, you're at a crossroads: save Ranma, or leave your nemesis to die. The decision should be easy, and it is, but for the second time that day, it's not easy the way you would've imagined it to be. Inexplicable terror still shoots through your system as you turn away from her and try to think.
First things first: get human. You need to be human. You start a fire, because even as a pig, it's something easy and productive for you to do. Kindling from the woods around you (don't go too far, keep her in sight, don't get lost, she'll die if you get lost), matches in her pack. Drag over a kettle with water still sloshing inside. The impossible wait for the water to heat, followed by the practiced move of knocking the kettle onto yourself without falling into the fire.
A man again, you go back to Ranma and find she really is as bad off as you'd thought. Which means you know what you have to do and you feel the nosebleed coming back even as you think of it. But this is life and death and you look up at the sky as much to keep the nosebleed from starting as to gather your courage. Ranma wouldn't hesitate. Ranma didn't hesitate.
Steeling yourself, you pick her up, get her under the blankets, and hold her close.
Although, really, you just about killed me with the starting notes: "I didn't go so far as porn, but still. A little closer."
And my brain was like "YOU. TEASE!"
BUT THEN IT WAS AMAZING ANYWAYS.
I seriously thought everything you wrote about hypothermia sounded super-realistic. And I loved the parallel between shaking/breathing being good. And Ryoga mistaking Ranma for Akane <3 and the whole head-up-in-the-air-to-prevent-nosebleed thing.
.... :D :D :D!
........ And I will once more be spending time imagining another part to your fic. <3 <3 <3 *LOL*
Having taken stock of all this, you open your eyes to stare up at the grey sky for a moment before tilting your head back to see what's yanking on your hair. The tiny black shape has its back to you, but you recognize it immediately.
"Ryouga?" Your voice comes out scratchy and dazed, slurring the letters of his name together.
The piglet stops swimming, spits out your braid, and turns to stare back at you with something that looks a bit like relief. Your first thought is to ask him what happened, since your own memories are fuzzy due to either the cold or what you're fairly certain is a serious head injury, but since he wouldn't be able to answer you anyway, you instead focus on the land mass in the distance.
"Good job, man, you picked the right direction for once," your voice is improving a little bit with use. "Let's keep going."
In response, he swims around you, then scrambles up your side to sit on your chest, giving you a look that you translate as the piglet equivalent of a fangy smirk. It only takes a moment to follow his train of thought.
"I'm not a raft, pig-boy."
If anything, the piggie smirk becomes smirkier and your temper flares. You grab hold of him, not sure if you mean to merely dunk him, or prove that pigs can fly by throwing him as far as he'll go. You pause in indecision with your hand on his back.
His tiny body is shivering hard under your fingers, and the fight goes out of you as you really look at him and realize he's not only shaking from the cold, but completely out of breath. With endurance like Ryouga's, even as a pig, you have to wonder just how long he's been trying to pull you to safety if he's showing outward signs of strain.
The two of you stare at each other for a long moment, him wondering if you're going to toss him, and you wondering why he went through all the trouble of dragging you instead of leaving you to freeze or drown. In the end, you wordlessly tighten your grip, holding him in place against your chest, then lift your other arm, stiff and protesting, to begin backstroking towards land.
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I like to think that this is followed by one of those cliche PWP fics where they have to get nekkid and use their body heat to warm up. Once Ryouga's human again, of course. I don't much care which gender Ranma is at the time.
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The mental image of the Ranma-raft brings me great, great joy.
Also, I can totally picture Ranma doing this, too.
But now that you've mentioned it, I expect I will be spending the rest of the day dreaming up some cliche fics. ;)
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Out of the water is a step in the right direction, but the air's still cold and even once you manage to find the campsite, you're still miles away from civilization. You drop Ryouga, who seems to have passed out, and begin stripping out of your soaked, icy clothes. Or trying to, anyway. Your fingers stumble numbly over clasps you're sure were simple only hours ago, shaking violently at unexpected moments. And when you come to the knot in your belt, you almost give up in frustration. You have to stop and breathe for a moment. Calm down. You grew up camping, and you know what hypothermia is; know well enough that if you don't have a severe case already, you're pretty damned close. You need to get out of your clothes, get every blanket you have, get Ryouga, start a fire, get both of you warm. In that order. Don't think, just move.
The knot is easier when you're calm, though your fingers still won't cooperate. The clasp on your pack is worse, but you get that undone, too. You spread out the blankets, then get Ryouga, who's shaking so hard you have trouble keeping a grip on him, but at least he's shaking. Shaking's good.
You sit down on your way back to the blankets, or maybe your legs just give out from under you. You haven't started the fire yet and you need to start the fire now, but you can't seem to move again. You slump onto your side without meaning to and you can see the blankets from where you've fallen. You try to will yourself just a little bit further, but darkness creeps into the edges of your vision and instead you expend the last of your effort curling tightly into a ball around Ryouga, burrowing into yourself and trying to conserve what little warmth you can before everything fades to black.
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You wake up wrapped tightly in a girl's embrace. Akane, then. The whole thing with Ranma and the lake was just a terrible, cold dream. You snuggle closer into the smooth slide of skin against skin. Skin against... SKIN. You feel the nosebleed coming on even as you struggle out of Akane's embrace, only to find that it's not Akane at all, but Ranma, and the dream about the lake was clearly not a dream
You look into her face and Ranma's so pale you can see veins running blue beneath her skin. There's frost forming in her still-damp hair and a light dusting of snow has come to rest along the side of her cheek. You scramble up and prod her face hard with both your front legs, but she doesn't react, doesn't move at all. And while you know Ranma could probably sleep through a train wreck, this seems like more than that and suddenly everything seems to stop. For several long moments you stand perfectly still, terror clenching your every muscle as you stare at her, almost nose-to-nose. Finally, finally, her breath stutters weakly across your face and only then can you relax and let the world start up again. Breath is good.
For the second time that day, you're at a crossroads: save Ranma, or leave your nemesis to die. The decision should be easy, and it is, but for the second time that day, it's not easy the way you would've imagined it to be. Inexplicable terror still shoots through your system as you turn away from her and try to think.
First things first: get human. You need to be human. You start a fire, because even as a pig, it's something easy and productive for you to do. Kindling from the woods around you (don't go too far, keep her in sight, don't get lost, she'll die if you get lost), matches in her pack. Drag over a kettle with water still sloshing inside. The impossible wait for the water to heat, followed by the practiced move of knocking the kettle onto yourself without falling into the fire.
A man again, you go back to Ranma and find she really is as bad off as you'd thought. Which means you know what you have to do and you feel the nosebleed coming back even as you think of it. But this is life and death and you look up at the sky as much to keep the nosebleed from starting as to gather your courage. Ranma wouldn't hesitate. Ranma didn't hesitate.
Steeling yourself, you pick her up, get her under the blankets, and hold her close.
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!
Although, really, you just about killed me with the starting notes:
"I didn't go so far as porn, but still. A little closer."
And my brain was like "YOU. TEASE!"
BUT THEN IT WAS AMAZING ANYWAYS.
I seriously thought everything you wrote about hypothermia sounded super-realistic. And I loved the parallel between shaking/breathing being good. And Ryoga mistaking Ranma for Akane <3 and the whole head-up-in-the-air-to-prevent-nosebleed thing.
.... :D :D :D!
........ And I will once more be spending time imagining another part to your fic. <3 <3 <3 *LOL*
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EVERYTHING IS BRILLIANT AND SHINY SPARKLY RAINBOW UNICORN STARS. :D :D :D
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