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.... )

But I fail

Prompt: I am human and I need to be loved (Cause I love Charmed) but also The dream has ended, this is the morning
Characters: Zoisite and Mercury; Dark Kingdom
Warnings: Also a Telling Summary Story

( A Minor Rebellion )

“So why exactly am I not invited?  I’m pretty sure I meet the basic requirement…”

Ami giggled at Zoe’s feigned indignation.  “Posing as Sailor Moon does not count, love.  This is a Senshi and daughters gathering.  Though you are cute with odangos.”

“It’s girls’ night.  I’m a girl.”  Zoe’s pout was almost convincing.

“Is that what you ( Read more... )

In some ways, the children all had five sets of parents.  Makoto taught the girls how to cook; Minako gladly-most of the time-took care of clothes shopping, Usagi spoiled them, Rei told stories and handled spiritual matters, and Ami helped with studies.  The system worked well, though the other girls had been a bit confused when Ami started ( Read more... )

“Please, Puu?  Just a little bit longer?

Setsuna sighed slightly as she looked to the pink-haired teenager.  In some ways the girl reminded the Senshi of Time of her mother at that age: so care-free that she actually seemed selfish, and yet there were few people as compassionate as the bubble blowing teen.

“Small Lady, there’s not much time ( Read more... )

“You’ve got to be kidding me!  You can’t get two teenaged girls to stop playing a game and do their homework?”

“If you think you can do better, be my guest.”  Zoi shrugged as he plopped down on the couch as Jade rolled his eyes and went into the room from which the loud music was emanating.  “Good luck!”

“It’s obvious that you’re the Uncle ( Read more... )

He was frowning deeply.  “I don’t like it.”

She raised an eyebrow, an amused expression on her face, “Well, thank you for your candor.”

“I’m sorry… it’s a beautiful piece.  But.. I…”  He shrugged a bit.

“But you don’t like it.”

He grimaced, feeling bad for his critique, though he knew that the painter could easily handle his opinion ( Read more... )

Everyone thought that she was good at keeping secrets.  While they did not tell her everything, more than once she was the one in which the others would confide.  Sometimes she did not really understand exactly what it was they were telling her.  Other times she wondered how they could tell such secrets to a child - though thankfully they never ( Read more... )