This was the horribly angsty Ficathon piece that I wrote while going through the end of my marriage:

( The Cross )

So, Thalia suggested I write this forever ago based on a horrid pick up like she overheard at work one day.

I finally got it written.

( Blueberry Thighs )

More of Siobhan's story.  In case it's unclear, Siobhan is Zoe in the SilMil.  This is the story of the first (and thus far only) female Shitennou.
( Is this a joke? )

Universe: KidVerse; SilMil
Charactes: Zoisite, Siobhan, Cearul (don't worry, hopefully it'll make more sense as you read!)
Warnings: None

( This is unexpected.... )

Prompt: White Stuff in a Test Tube (I finally did it for you,
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Haruka followed Ami into the kitchen, presumably to help her carry the drinks back out to the others, though she did not keep up the pretense for long.

As she helped put ice into the glasses she looked over at the small woman.  Her voice was kind, “I think there might have been some truth in Zoe’s jests.”

Ami blinked at her, setting the pitcher ( Read more... )

“Mamo-chan!”  Mamoru frowned as he looked up from his studies to see his fiancé storming into the apartment.  He had learned to read his Usako fairly easily, and knew the difference between her being trivially angry over something ridiculous and her real anger.

There were no tears or wailing.  Her lip was not pouting.  But most importantly, her ( Read more... )

Zoisite could not help but grin.  Every time their hands brushed, the woman walking beside her would blush prettily and smile a secretive smile.  She did not withdraw her hands, but let them fall to her side gracefully as they walked, and Zoi was fairly certain that Amelie, occasionally, allowed their hands to brush intentionally.

“I hope the ( Read more... )

Ami walked into the bar, a bit timid about being there, but thinking this one night she could allow herself to relax a bit.  She’d only have one drink, but thought perhaps the environment would be one in which she would not have to think, one in which she’d be able to pretend that she was someone other than herself.

She had only recently come ( Read more... )

Usagi looked over at Ami, a frown gracing her features.  “Ami-chan?  Are you all right?  You’ve been quiet all afternoon.”

Ami frowned as she looked up from her vanilla chai, “Huh?  Oh, yeah.”  She smiled softly, “I’m fine.  Just have a lot on my mind.  Major tests coming up pretty soon, and all.”  She knew she needed to talk to them about what ( Read more... )