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There is an open night tomorrow/today.
*Cue uber-spazout!*
Distract meeeeee? Reuqest something from me?
Rules are:
1. Fandom I know - KKM, FMA, LotR...hell, I'll try HP if you're willing to risk it.
2. PLEASE don't try to to shatter my brain.
3. Four request limit.
4. Ara reserves the right to fanart instead of drabble.
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*Cue uber-spazout!*
Distract meeeeee? Reuqest something from me?
Rules are:
1. Fandom I know - KKM, FMA, LotR...hell, I'll try HP if you're willing to risk it.
2. PLEASE don't try to to shatter my brain.
3. Four request limit.
4. Ara reserves the right to fanart instead of drabble.
CHALLENGED CLOSED
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"von-Christ-kyo." He attempted a half-bow, wincing as not yet healed scars pulled.
"Oh! Oh no!" Gunter hurried forward to fuss over the human. "You needn't strain yourself." He steadied the man (trying not to notice the open shirt and bandaged chest). "Where is your....?"
He hesitated, not sure which word to apply to the human's double/lover/brother. Thankfully, the human understands and smiles. "He was getting upset so Hokka-Weller-kyo took him to go gardening for a bit." The smile fades a little. "I-I wasn't being good company."
Gunter stands just long enough to see the other human's shirt being tossed out from behind the foliage and hears a very audible moan. Cheeks flaming, he drops to sit beside the human from this world. Unfortunately, he doesn't think even the Mighty Book of Etiquette and Decorumtm covers how to politely commiserate with ( ... )
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The Alfords switching was a flourish that I didn't expect at all but them humans are sneeeeeeeeeeaky.
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FMA:
Hawkeye and Ross (paring or not, you pick)
Coffee
OMG:
Julia and Yuuri
Wolfram
KKM:
Cheri
Mother
OMG:
Cheri and Rad
Comfort
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Riza Hawkeye is military to the core. Cool, fierce, disciplined and more noble than most of the men who serve with her. She keeps order in the midst of chaos, aware even in an alchemical firefight and is in all ways the perfect warrior woman.
Which is why no-one suspected anything when she started to meet up with Lt Ross for coffee every morning. Colonel Mustang, never quite as confident or superior as he pretended to be in the face of his subordinate's "Do as I say and no-one dies" expression, signed the paperwork a week later to let them both leave the base. The reasons given were the booriness of fellow officers and enlisted personnel and the need for the two women to speak in a modicum of privacy.
Still, even with the two disappearing off together every day, no-one ever believed that there was anything in the matronly brunette that could possibly compare to Roy Mustang. Why should they?
I don't believe it and I am the one who releases the tight military bun. I am the one who unbutton her jacket and ( ... )
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She loves her brother because Hahaue tells her that she should. Stoffel is not pretty, not smart and not powerful. Not like Cheri. So Cheri should be nice to her brother and share Raven with him and not make him feel bad.
Cheri von Spitzberg is seventy years old.
Her father is dead. Ulrike is waiting in the Shrine for the nobles to come and ask the Original King to name a new Maou. Stoffel will be there, holding his mother's hand but Cheri won't be. She's staying here, with Chichue, holding his pale icy hand that looks like the wax figures that the humans make and staring into the past. She remembers his deep voice, his strong arms and the way he sang at night and tucked her in with a kiss and a simple "Sleep well, Cheri-chan, Papa loves you."
Cheri von Spitzberg is eighty years old.She stands in the Shrine, Ulrike stepping back as the feel of the original King's spirit intensifies all around her. The air reeks of iron and electricity but Cheri lifts her head and stares into the sudden ( ... )
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She's been in this crazy, fucked up world for weeks now. Long enough that even the faces in her memories are starting to remind her of the people here, not the ones left dead or abandoned on her world. She's learning to smile again, to breathe and relax and trust...and love.
Not that she can say that. Not out loud. Not in cold blood, at least. When Gisela is tied to the bed with green silk ribbons that match her hair and eyes: when Ani can explore and tantalize her: when the healer moans and gasps and purrs under Ani's roughened fingers: when she looks into brilliant emerald eyes...that's a different story.
But she thinks, in the darkness after the candle's blown out and Gisela is a soft, warm mass beside her, that it is good. She smooths her hands over soft skin and hard muscle and even with her eyes closed, it's just Gisela.
With Ryan or or any of her other lovers, there comes a point when she'll close her eyes and imagine that it's him. Strong and handsome and ( ... )
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That's more than enough feedback for meeee. <3!
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1. KKM: MuraYuu: Fly
2. OMG_Maou: IC ConradxOOC Murata: Language
That's it! *flees She and Mae*
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Which makes it more fascinating for Murata Ken, former Great Sage and current Concubine. He can't understand the attraction. Not Yuuri's attraction to him - even Shibuya has the occasional strokes of pure genius but his attraction to Yuuri ( ... )
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My personal interpretation of Murata's personal opinion of Yuuri in this verse. And Maous capable of GBH are generally allowed as many Concubines as they want. ^_~
Glad you liked it!
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Conrad & Wolfram - Ice
Dan Hiri & Wolfram - Houseki
Dan Hiri & OOC Gwendal - Dark
Conrad, IC Cheri, & new!OOC Cheri - Mother & child
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He doesn't really remember the first few days...or maybe they were weeks. He remembers Yozak, a strong heartbeat under his ear and a deep, soft voice that talked of all the things Conrad couldn't. He remembers his father, the smell of leather and road-dust and the rustle of parchment leaves turning as the voice of his childhood narrates history to him. He remembers Gwendal - Gwendals, in fact - one stiff but gentle as the cloth on his forehead is dampened and a extra blanket is added, the other much the same but his leather creaking as he breathes and moves.
He remembers the cold. Remembers fighting off the whirlwind of emotion, swearing that he would never, never, NEVER allow another to use his emotions ( ... )
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