The Knight in Slightly Tarnished Armor (yuuo) wrote in chaotic_library, @ 2007-06-12 19:55:00 |
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Meme request fics (Escaflowne [1] Slayers [1] FMA [3] Legend of Zelda [2])
Original LJ Post Date: May 28, 2007 @ Chaotic_Library
Pairing: Van/Celena
Fandom: Vision of Escaflowne
Requested by: beccastareyes
Original LJ Post Date: May 28, 2007 @ Chaotic_Library
As if it weren't bad enough that she was already flushed, too close to the fire, face heated as much from that as from embarassment; it was such a silly thing, having to debate with herself over a letter of all things, a simple letter inquiring about his well-being, the rebuilding of his country, but oh goddess and gods, what if he didn't wish to hear from her, what if he reacted with hostility, what if he told her she had no right to ask such questions?
That man had far too much control over her, and it scared her. He'd crept past all her defenses, both of them fighting and screaming every step of the way, and now that he was in, she had no idea how to get him out again, and it all reduced her to acting like one of those silly, lovestruck twits that she scorned so much in the court.
But to have him there, showing up at her home with no warning, no announcement, his voice cutting into her thoughts of him, and why, why would he come there?
She'd dismissed Alexandra quietly, off-handedly, not daring to take her eyes off of Van, trying desperately to mask what she was sure was written so plainly on her face. He had so much power over her, it would be too easy for him to use it against her, if he had any idea, any indication at all how easy it would be for him to hurt her, and she'd spent too long, too many years prisoner in her own mind to let someone know they had that much power over her now.
Words were exchanged, quiet and civil, and before she could think further, before she could breathe, he'd been in the room, up close to her, and her masks she clung too so fervently were taken from her and she was trapped, staring up at him, held only by the intensity in his eyes.
And heaven help her, she loved every second of it.
The kiss wasn't a surprise at all, it felt natural, the next logical step. It made sense, the way his arms slid around her waist, the feel of his lips pressing against hers, uncertain at first, then firmly, exploring, tasting and savoring and it lit all her nerves on fire until she thought her knees would give way under her.
Van held so much control over Celena, but right then, she could no longer be scared by that fact, comfortable in the knowledge that she was safe in his control, that she was finally home.
Pairing: Lina/Gourry
Fandom: Slayers
Requested by: _outtonight
It nagged at Lina the entire month after she and Gourry had returned from the Sea of Chaos. What happened.
That kiss.
It nagged at her because as long as Amelia and Zel and Slyphiel were around, she couldn't talk to Gourry about it, much less do anything else. Hells, of course she remembered, of course she wasn't upset about it, she wasn't stupid, she was just... intensely private. It wasn't anybody else's business.
It took a whole month before people went away for her to have opportunity.
Now she just had to figure out how to bring it up. Nothing she'd gone through had really prepared her for dealing with romance or any of the particular... physical intimacies that came with it.
Well, the direct and blunt method had always served her well (except when it got her into trouble). What was the worst it could do now? (Except fail spectacularly, but Lina Inverse didn't tend to think like that.)
"You know, Gourry..." She gave him the most serious look she could muster.
Gourry looked blankly at her a moment, then scowled, holding his dinner away from her. "No, you don't get my food, Lina."
Well damn. So much for stalling.
She sighed, looking at the fire, propping her chin on her hands. That grabbed his attention. A few minute later, anyway, once his food was gone and no longer a distraction. She could feel him watching her with that stupidly contemplative look he sometimes got that usually ended with him either falling asleep or him just not getting what she was talking about (although she was dead certain he had to be faking that half the time).
"What's wrong, Lina?"
There went nothing. She took a deep breath, then scowled. Wait a second. Chances were, that dummy actually did forget, so she could be potentially embarassing herself by bringing it up. That jellyfish. She growled, crossing her arms tartly. "I'll bet you actually did forget," she grumbled.
That earned her a blank look.
"Oh nevermind," she barked, turning away to poke at the fire irritably. "Not important. I remember, just didn't wanna say anything around the others yet, 's all." Stupid Gourry. Stupid stupid Gourry and his awful memory and this was just peachy keen. If he asked what she was talking about, she'd just tell him nothing and make him drop the subject.
He didn't ask her what she was talking about, just remained silent. She snuck a glance to see if maybe he'd fallen asleep. He hadn't, was staring at her thoughtfully, that intelligence that she knew had to be lurking under his stupid remarks showing clearly for once. "I thought you didn't wanna talk about it at all," he said after a moment.
With a sound of disgust, she dropped the stick that was acting as a make-shift poker and turned to him. "If it was something I really wanted to pretend hadn't happened, I wouldn't have kissed you in the first place, Jellyfish for brains!" What, did he think she just went around kissing guys without really meaning it? Her? Lina Inverse?
"It's hard to tell with you sometimes, Lina," he protested, sitting back against a log that hadn't yet been tossed into the fire, crossing his arms.
Ouch. Burn. Well, okay, she could admit she was difficult sometimes. Only sometimes, of course, but still, even she had her moments. But really, just what kind of girl did he think she was?
"Hmph." She turned her nose up. "Well, maybe for that, I just won't do it again." There, let him suck on that.
Gourry sat up, blinking at her. "You wanted to?"
She could've throttled him. "Yes!" she snapped. "You think I'm some sort of one-trick woman or something? Just what do you take me for?"
"About five-three."
Lina threw a stick at him.
Rubbing his head where the stick connected, he gave her a look that was comparable to how a puppy dog looked. "I guess that means you don't want to anymore?"
Lina jumped to her feet, temper snapping with her exhasperation. Couldn't Gourry take a hint, even when it was as subtle as a dragon stomping through a town? She was beginning to think he wouldn't get it even if she painted a target on her lips. "Of course I do!"
"Then why don't we?" Why that frustrating-... How could he ask that so calmly?
"I'm not the one asking stupid questions instead of doing something!"
Apparently, that had been all the confirmation that he wouldn't get himself fireballed that Gourry needed. He was on his feet before she could think. He was up in her personal space before she had time to catch her breath from her outburst. And he was pressing his lips against hers before her nerves could make her change her mind.
Lina was certain her heart would beat its way out of her body and run away, it was beating so fast. Her skin felt flushed and her lips quivered against his, nerves tangled up until her muscles couldn't remember exactly how they were supposed to respond. Gourry. Stupid, lovable, doofy, protective and faithful Gourry.
And he was hers.
It's about time, she thought as she slipped her arms up around his neck, holding him to her. She'd only been waiting for what seemed like forever.
Pairing: Jessie/James
Fandom: Pokèmon (manga-canon)
Requested by: ladykaiyu
James had always been safe and comfortable and familiar. That snuggly doofus that made a good pillow and source of body heat when they were stuck sleeping beneath the stars and neither thought anything of it. Jessie was comfortable with their partnership, the easy intimacy that was never stupidly awkward like things like that usually were.
One too many explosions and failed missions changed that.all around on her.
He'd gotten spit on her face, she remembered that. She still picked on him for it. Somehow, she'd always figured she'd be the first one to snap and quit, despite her bullheaded personality. James was just too easygoing. Jessie'd never been able to picture James being the first to call it quits.
But he had, their uniforms torn, dirty and still slightly smoking, had grabbed her hands tightly and gave what was possibly the most passioned speech she'd ever heard, and given how many years the two of them had been working together, she'd heard a number that were rather over the top.
He talked about quitting. He talked about a real life. A beauty parlor, maybe. Or a clothing store. A home. No more constant failure, no more living on the road, with no roof over their heads and no food in their bellies.
Then he'd kissed her. Jessie's head was so spun around from it all- James, the more adorkable member of the team, acting exactly like she'd always imagined men were supposed to act, like those dime romance novels that bordered on trashy that had filled her head with ideas about how romance worked when she was too young to have been reading them. Reality, she'd found, never matched that.
Until James went and surprised her. Until he kissed her too stupid to protest.
She really didn't want to protest anyway. Team Rocket could go screw itself. Who wanted to get outsmarted by a barely-teenage brat all the time anyway? Not Jessie, that was for sure. Only the completely stupid or the completely crazy would've said 'no' to that.
Jessie was neither of those things.
She'd cut her hair the next day, chopping it so short it barely brushed against the back of her neck. Jessie was always a sucker for dramatic symbolism, and besides, it made her a bit less easily-recognized. A new life was easier to start without their previous 'career' botching up the works, after all. He'd kissed the back of her neck and declared the haircut acceptable.
She smacked him for that. Somethings had to stay the same, after all.
Pairing: Ed/Riza
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Requested by: emilie_burns
He was just a boy. A boy too old, too fast. A child in an adult's role, trying to hold his head high. Riza had always seen that in him.
How quickly he proved her wrong.
Edward had shown up on her doorstep, nearly dead and amnesiac to what had brought him back to Amestris three years after he'd disappeared. Her care brought him back to life. But even injured, even disoriented to the changes in his world, he'd taken over. He slowly took control of her life and she found herself serving him as faithfully as she'd ever served Roy.
Riza began to realize that the boy she'd known had grown up and the person who'd shown up on her doorstep was a man.
The first time he kissed her, he drove away any lingering images of the twelve-year-old boy she'd met at the train station.
It was molten fire along her nerves, melting her into his embrace. Like kissing the sun, touching a god and she felt like she might burn away completely. It was being alive, caught up in the taste and feel of him as he pulled her down into his bed.
Even when he slept, hours later, she could no longer see traces of the boy he'd been, only the man that had come into her life, scarred and worn around the edges, but strong and caring. She wondered how she'd lived before he came.
Pairing: Envy/Riza
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Requested by: emilie_burns
The lieutenant had become his new favorite toy. She had a delightfully well-honed sense of paranoia, and enough influence over the Flame Alchemist to make things difficult for the Fullmetal Pipsqueak and his tincan brother if she so chose. Or so felt the need.
Envy made sure she felt the need.
Phone calls, notes, 'gifts' left on her doorstep, little things to make sure she knew she was being watched, being followed. And all things that would make it look like it was Ed, or someone connected to the brat. Oh, sure, she knew it was ludicrous. That wasn't in Ed's character to do, after all.
But the fear was still becoming associated with the brat. That's all Envy needed.
"Lieutenant Hawkeye?"
She turned, papers tucked neatly under her arm, and Envy could see the barely-concealed wariness, the borderline fear in her eyes as she met his intense golden eyes. Edward's eyes. Envy smiled. "Hey, can you take this to the Colonel? I don't wanna go talk to that bastard right now. Too much work to do, and Al's waiting for me." Smooth as silk, the stolen voice, inflections, everything were easy to steal, easy to mimic. They were old and familiar to him, an easy old skin to slip back into.
Hawkeye's expression didn't relax, and her smile was as warm as carved marble. A mask she was used to holding, but one that was slipping. Envy could read people too well to be fooled by that. She held out her hand for it. "You know you'll have to report in to his office eventually, Edward."
"Yeah, well..." Envy trailed off, stepping over to her, then as quick as a serpent striking a man's heel, he moved up into her space, too close for her to breathe, to move away, to do anything but exactly what he wanted her to do. He was too tall, something that she was bound to realize far later, the shifting heights as smooth as his movements had been. He refused to look up at her for this. "Didn't I warn you to never trust gold eyes like the hawk's eyes, Lieutenant?"
Her eyes widened and she tried to step back, nearly lost her grip on the papers under her arm, one hand starting to reach for her gun. "E-edward, wh-"
Before she could finish the question, his lips brushed against hers, feather-light and mockingly-cruel, and he smiled, teeth bared as he stepped back. "See you around, Lieutenant," he whispered before stepping back around a corner and out of sight.
"Edward!" By the time she got around the corner to try to stop 'Edward', Envy had already shifted forms, another soldier heading down the halls of East HQ.
Pairing: Dante/Riza
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Requested by: emilie_burns
She was blonde, which was different from Dante's usual choices. But in the wake of that colonel's death, Hohenheim's son had taken an interest in the woman, and that was good enough for Dante.
Riza Hawkeye, it'd turned out, was harder to lure in than Rosè or Lyla or any of the girls before her. Dante knew immediately that this new woman was too paranoid, too cautious, and far too steadfastly loyal to Edward, and Edward, of course, was every bit as paranoid as his father.
Dante had to send Lust and Gluttony to physically retrieve the lieutenant. The drugs it took to keep her from fighting, to keep her from trying to escape, were much stronger than she was used to having to use.
No wonder Hohenheim's son had taken an interest in such a strong woman. That suited Dante just fine.
"Are you awake?" she purred as she slipped into the room, a tray of food in hand. Riza's eyes were glazed and hazy as she lifted her head to look at her. "You need to eat. You'll be no good to me if you get sick, you know."
The woman couldn't muster a stronger response than something that resembled a glare, too drugged to control her own body. Dante smiled, crouching in front of her. "You know, if you wouldn't fight so much, you wouldn't have to be tied up like this. Don't you realize what an honor this is for you?"
Her had drifted across the woman's face, tracing the shape of it. Yes, it was a lovely face. No wonder Edward had taken the woman in after her previous lover died. "I'll make sure you can be with him forever. Wouldn't that be lovely, dear?" There was a faint noise in response, probably an attempt at words, but nothing came of it besides that low groan.
Dante smiled. "Of course, there's always a price to pay. Equivalent exchange, my dear. Isn't that what you children live by?" She pressed her lips to Riza's, testing what her new body would taste like, how it would feel for Edward to kiss her. Riza's lips were chapped and dry, and Dante wasn't certain if that was only an effect of the drugs, or the way they normally would. That wouldn't do at all.
"Just a bit longer, my dear," she whispered, her own lips brushing against Riza's ear. "They will bring me the Stone, and this time, I will not fail. This time, I will stand by his side. The sins of the father, after all."
She straightened, leaving the food on the ground by Riza's chair. "Lust will be along to help you eat later."
Dante left with that, ignoring the pitiful sounds of sobbing behind her.
Pairing: Zelda/Midna
Fandom: Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess
Requested by: jchaos
Evening had come, shadows beginning to play across the hallways of the castle, deep reds and golds coloring the walls. A warm, quiet breeze fluttered the curtains of Zelda's bedroom window, slipped into the room and caressed her face, inviting her to sleep. She struggled to keep her eyes open, fighting back a yawn as her pen scrawled tiredly across the pages of her journal. Link would be returning in a short while, she wanted to be awake to greet him and slip into bed with him.
As twilight set in, the room grew darker, making her words fade on the page to her tired eyes. Giving up, she set the pen down, leaning back in her chair. She'd been up far too late the night before, up far too early that morning, and she wanted nothing more than to curl up in bed with Link and dream.
The wind whispered in her ear as she stared at the fire, mind drifting far away, and it sounded like footsteps, but Zelda was too tired to register it. If it was footsteps, it was probably Link, and he would rouse her from the trance she'd fallen into, would pick her up and lay her down on the bed to sleep properly.
A dark hand that blended in with the twilight shadows filling the room moved into her vision, touched her chin. She turned her head, wide-eyed and breathless, gaze met by warm red-gold eyes. Red hair tickled against her cheeks as lips pressed against hers, commanding her attention as it sent shocks down her nerves.
The contact broke, gentle as a whisper, and she caught the smile on the other woman's face before she snapped awake, blinking and looking around her empty, darkened room with sleep-hazed confusion. "Midna?"
Pairing: Link/Midna
Fandom: Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess
Requested by: jchaos
He'd noticed how much taller than he she was, when he'd kissed her, when he'd pulled her down to meet his lips. After teasing her so much for being so tiny, she ended up taller than him by more than a foot, so that he had to grab her shoulders and yank her down, using his lips to interrupt her, to shut her up.
He didn't want her to go back to her world. He wanted her there. With him. With Zelda. The way that felt right.
She let the kiss linger only a moment, then smiled, pulling back. "You couldn't resist my beauty? Typical male," she'd teased, and he'd flushed a deep shade of red that colored clear to the tips of his ears. She didn't give him a chance to say anything else, turning away to leave, to meet up with Zelda so the three of them could leave for the ruins in the desert.
To go home.
Her hand brushed against his briefly, so light a touch he almost thought he'd imagined it, but he smiled, hurrying to keep up with her. He would see her again. She would not let go, he knew.