tammaiya | WiP meme part two

Continuing on:

“Actually, Ray, this man looked like he may have been about to commit some form of larceny,” Fraser says, a little reproachfully, and Ray throws his hands up and snaps, “People with guns, Frase! Do I look like I care?”xml:namespace prefix = o /xml:namespace prefix = o /xml:namespace prefix = o /xml:namespace prefix = o /

“Ray—”

“Sorry, hold on, do you mind if I say something?” the scruffy-haired man interrupts, but doesn’t wait for Ray to snap an emphatic yes, now shut up before I kick you in the head, which is what he would’ve said if he’d got the chance. “These people with guns, they wouldn’t happen to be all dripping with slime and ooze and yucky stuff, would they?”

Ray stops making strangling motions for a moment to stare at him suspiciously. “Yeah, how’d you know that?”

“Ah,” says the Doctor, not really answering the question. “Then I suggest we run.”

Fandom/pairing: Due South; Fraser/Ray K (Ray V/Stella)
Title/filename: Post CotW ficlet
Current status: ~1700 words; probably about 80%
Spoilers: Nah, not in this bit.

“… You mean you and Stella didn’t talk?” he hazarded after a moment.

“No, Ray.”

“Because Fraser, Stella is the only one I told. I didn’t tell nobody else and Stella ain’t the kinda girl to go blabbin’ that news to just anyone, so who the hell’ve you been talking to?” Ray demanded, giving him a weird look, and then, before Fraser could open his mouth, clapped once and snapped his fingers. “Vecchio! Vecchio, right, the real deal, he talk to you?”

“Ah, no, Ray, I’m afraid I haven’t had a chance to tell Ray yet,” Fraser admitted. “As a matter of fact, I was led to believe that our relationship was now common knowledge—”

“Common what?! Where are you getting this from?” Ray demanded, feeling the stirrings of something that may have been a little like panic. “Did someone say something to you, Frase?”

Fandom/pairing: Doctor Who (10th Doctor); Doctor/Martha
Title/filename: Wibbly Wobbly Timey-Wimey... Stuff
Current status: ~1300; nowhere near as complete as I'd like.
Spoilers: Very specifically for the Weeping Angels ep in season 3.

Martha can feel her head starting to hurt. “Like lots of wibbly wobbly time bits?” she suggests dryly, and the Doctor grins back.

“Exactly!” he says, overly enthusiastic for someone who’s just got them trapped for an unspecified period of time in the past in as many weeks. “Isn’t it brilliant?”

“If you say so. But what I don’t get is, if she copied the script from the recording you and I are going to make— based on the script she gave you— who actually came up with the things you said? You or her?”

“Oh, well, it’s like the chicken and the egg, isn’t it?” the Doctor says airily. “You could keep philosophers entertained for centuries talking about that. But in practical terms, me. Obviously.”

Fandom/pairing: Torchwood/Ouran Host Club; Kyouya/Tamaki, Jack/Tamaki (Jack/Ianto)
Title/filename: Diplomatic Relations
Current status: ~1700; maybe 50, 60% done?
Spoilers: Shyeah right.

The thing was, it wasn’t precisely that Tamaki was easy, because he wasn’t. He flirted a lot and bestowed his affections freely, but that was as far as it went. It didn’t mean he liked Haruhi any less, either. Tamaki understood loyalty, but he considered it a different beast to monogamy. Containing himself and his over-affectionate self in that way went against his nature. If someone he loved asked him to lavish his love and attention on only them, however, he would do it out of devotion to them. Haruhi hadn’t asked that of him, not yet, and it was just as well; asking Tamaki not to flirt and charm others would be asking him not to be Tamaki.

Kyouya was the kind of person who liked to monopolise, who knew what belonged to him and wouldn’t let others touch it, but even he understood this. That didn’t mean he didn’t draw lines, however, and Tamaki letting handsome older men kiss him against walls at parties was definitely crossing it, even if Kyouya hadn’t informed him about the existence of this line before. There had been no need; for all his flirtatious charm and role as king of the host club, Tamaki was fairly inexperienced. He wasn’t exactly passive, but he just wasn’t the sort of person to initiate that one step further. He was surprisingly innocent, particularly in comparison to the twins or even Kyouya himself. (He and Haruhi shared that in common, at least.)

Fandom/pairing: Kingdom Hearts; Sephiroth/Cloud
Title/filename: Piggy In The Middle
Current status: ~2650; I dunno how done it is. 30%? That's a total guess.
Spoilers: Not reaallly.

“Is it so much to ask for him to be a little less insane all the time?” Cloud asked, a little pathetically. “I mean, this is exactly what I was talking about when I told him—”

Leon held up a hand, desperately hoping to head Cloud off before that sentence could go any further. “Please stop,” he said firmly. “I don’t want to know.”

“— we needed a break,” Cloud finished at the same time. “Er, sorry.”

Leon made a pained noise that was really all he could summon in response. For the first time he could recall, selective memory wiping was beginning to sound like a good idea. “Why did you bring me when you went to see him, anyway?”

“I was hoping it would help,” Cloud mumbled, although Leon wasn’t exactly sure how he’d thought it would. “But it seems to have made things worse.”

They stood side by side looking out towards the castle in manly, brooding silence.

“He keeps sending waves of heartless after me,” Cloud said morosely. “I think it’s like his version of sending flowers, but I really wish he’d quit it.”

Or maybe it wasn’t really that manly after all.

Fandom/pairing: Final Fantasy III; Luneth/Arc
Title/filename: Protection
Current status: ~300; barely done anything.
Spoilers: No

So it wasn’t so unreasonable, really, that sometimes Arc wished their roles could be reversed. He’s always been the weak one, the small, cowardly bookworm, the timid girly one who Luneth had to stand up for and defend against monsters whenever he dragged Arc outside of the village. Just once, Arc wanted to be the one protecting Luneth for a change, instead of being the eternal damsel in distress.

They say to be careful what you wish for, and whoever first came up with that saying, they had a good point; right now, with Luneth’s body crumpled limp and bloody on the ground as Arc beats the last breath out of the monster that had surprised them, he’s really regretting that wish. He’s strong now, just as strong as Luneth, and together with Refia and Ingus they’re the warriors of light who are going to save the world.

Arc’s strong. He’s protecting Luneth.

But he wasn’t strong enough.

Don’t die, he prayed fervently, please don't die.

Fandom/pairing: Merlin; Arthur/Merlin (Morgana/Gwen, Lancelot/Gwen)
Title/filename: The Court Of Campalot
Current status: ~5350; I don't know of how much, it just kept going and wouldn't DIE, I thought it would be short.
Spoilers: No

"Sire," he'd said, bowing to Arthur, and then there'd been barely a blink of bafflement before he'd inclined his head to Merlin with a gracious "M'lady," before he marched off to do his duty, whatever that might entail.

There was a long, long silence, and then Merlin slowly turned his head to glare at Arthur, who was doing a very bad job of looking innocent.

"Arthur," he said, with as much warning in his voice as he could possibly cram in. "Would you mind telling me what that was all about?"

"Oh, you know knights," Arthur said airily. "Always getting these funny notions. Now, about the feast tonight—"

"Arthur," Merlin said, not fooled by that not at all subtle change of subject, but it didn't really matter whether he was fooled or not because Arthur was still talking and strolling smugly back towards the castle in a way that let Merlin know anything he said could and would be ignored.

"I don't care if you're the greatest king the world has ever seen!" Merlin yelled after him, which was kind of a lie but not completely. "You're still a prat!"

Fandom/pairing: Last Remnant; David/Rush
Title/filename: post-game David thinks he's going crazy
Current status: ~400; barely done anything.
Spoilers: HELL YES, totally spoilery for ending, do not go past this point if you don't know/want to know!

He was grateful, at least, that none of his generals called him on his distraction. Torgal at the very least had sensitive enough hearing that he could not have missed David’s repeated nightmares, and the four of them walked on eggshells around him, pretending as though everything was normal but treating him with kid gloves, careful not to mention Rush’s name. It reminded him of when his father had died and he had first succeeded as the then-marquis.He was grateful, at least, that none of his generals called him on his distraction. Torgal at the very least had sensitive enough hearing that he could not have missed David’s repeated nightmares, and the four of them walked on eggshells around him, pretending as though everything was normal but treating him with kid gloves, careful not to mention Rush’s name. It reminded him of when his father had died and he had first succeeded as the then-marquis.

David had thought he’d felt like he’d been breaking apart then, only his duty keeping him all in one piece, but now he felt as though he were completely losing his mind. Whispers that almost sounded like Rush’s voice at the edge of hearing, flashes in the corner of his vision that could almost be Rush’s smile. After all the people he’d loved who’d died and left him, he was unsure why it was Rush that would be the one to break him; how a boy he’d known for barely a year could have affected him like this.

Fandom/pairing: Phoenix Wright (Apollo Justice); Klavier/Apollo
Title/filename: Hey Baby
Current status: ~750; dunno, 50%? *ever hopeful*
Spoilers: No

“Ob,” Apollo slurred loudly, wobbling when he made a flailing arm movement that was not so much the strident gesture he was looking for, “objeeeeeeeeeeshon!”

He could feel Klavier’s chest rumble against his back as the other man laughed and Trucy rolled her eyes, apparently not appreciating the complete sincerity of his objection. “Don’t be silly, Polly, Mr Klavier will take perfectly good care of you! I’m going now so daddy doesn’t worry— see you when the hangover wears off!”

With that, she’d taken the folded roll of money from Klavier and gone skipping away, yelling “BYE!” over her shoulder and either ignoring or maybe not even hearing Apollo’s plaintive whine for her to “waaaaaaaaaaaaait!”

“Herr Forehead,” Klavier said thoughtfully when Trucy was out of sight, “you may be the only person I have ever met who is quieter drunk than sober.”

Fandom/pairing: Saiunkoku Monogatari; Seiran/Ryuuki/Shuurei, Reishin/Kouyuu, Shuuei/Kouyuu
Title/filename: Mobster!Saiunkoku
Current status: ~1000 of who knows how much, fucking AUs.
Spoilers: No

"We thought maybe it was time for you to consider getting yourself a consort," one of Ryuuki's advisors said smoothly. "Consorts, if you like, but really, Ryuuki-sama, you need to think about the family line. Kou Shuurei is from one of our rival families, and would make a very beneficial match."

"But," Ryuuki objected helplessly, drooping like a puppy that had been put out in the rain, "but did you really have to abduct someone? Couldn't you have asked nicely?"

The girl stopped slinging insults at the men dragging her in order to stare at him with a mixture of disbelief and sympathy. "You're a mob boss," she explained to him, quite kindly. "Asking nicely isn't something you're supposed to do."

"Oh. But. You don't mind...?"

Shuurei sighed. "You were right," she said to her captors. "This is going to take a lot of work."

Fandom/pairing: Saiunkoku Monogatari; (Seiran/)Ryuuki/Shuurei, Reishin/Kouyuu (not really!Kouyuu/Shuurei)
Title/filename: Nothing To Prove
Current status: ~5150; likely to be... who knows. 50%. orz
Spoilers: Nope.

“I’ve considered your proposal,” Shuurei said, formality betraying her nervousness, and Kouyuu choked on his rice, hacking and gagging for a few minutes as Shuurei looked alarmed and whacked him on the back. “Kouyuu-sama? Kouyuu-sama, are you okay?”

“Fine,” Kouyuu wheezed, not feeling fine at all. “Sorry, what?”

“I’ve considered your proposal,” Shuurei said, much more firmly this time. “And I’ve decided to accept.”

It took all Kouyuu’s strength of will not to choke again, and now Shuurei had agreed with him against all expectation, now what should have been the hardest part of his plan had been achieved…

“Oh,” he said weakly, and found himself wondering what the hell he’d been thinking, mind running through all the many ways this could go horribly wrong. “Um, I mean. Good?”

Perhaps he had been subconsciously hoping Shuurei would put an end to his foolishness in a way that would let him feel like he’d tried, so it wasn’t his fault that nothing had come of it. If he had been relying on her common sense, now that his own had failed him, because in that moment the reality of what a blindingly terrible idea this was suddenly hit him. Marriage? What were they doing? Surely they couldn’t go through with it! Even aside from all the people that would kill them, it was just plain ill-advised as a match!

This realisation was as transient as it was sudden, however, and no sooner did all this run through his head than did stubborn wounded pride reassert itself, shoving common sense firmly from the reins once more.

“I’m glad to hear that,” Kouyuu added, chin tilting up with renewed determination. “Then it’s settled.”

Fandom/pairing: Stargate Atlantis; John/Rodney
Title/filename: Mancrush
Current status: ~260 orz at least it's probably only a short fic.
Spoilers: Nope.

“Please,” Radek says scornfully. “You fawn over the Colonel like fourteen-year-old girl over Orlando Bloom.”

“EXCUSE me? I do not— that’s just— don’t be absurd! Just because I happen to admire and respect someone who saves my life on a regular basis—”

“You admit to admiration and respect? I am surprised.”

“Don’t you dare tell him I said that.”

Fandom/pairing: Star Trek; probably Spock/Kirk, knowing me.
Title/filename: talk like a pirate day
Current status: Fff it is 61 words but one day I dream of it being a fic.
Spoilers: *LAUGHS*

“It is an international tradition of my people,” Jim insisted, then, after a beat, added: “Arr.”

Fandom/pairing: Star Trek; gen-ish? It's the sequel to This Starless City.
Title/filename: Eye of the Storm (Perpetual Motion)
Current status: Jack All.
Spoilers: Not in the excerpt.

"I swear, Jim, you're like a personification of the open door policy," Bones says irritably. "If you ever had to fill out a form stating your sexual orientation you'd just have to write 'yes'!"

"I invented open-minded, baby," Jim says smugly, pulling his shirt back over his head and offering Bones an insolent grin, and Bones growls at him as he passes.

"That wasn't a compliment, you hussy!" he yells at Jim's back. Jim just waves over his shoulder without turning around, laughing as he goes.

Fandom/pairing: Star Trek; Spock/Kirk, third and final part of This Starless City.
Title/filename: Orbital Resonance
Current status: ... yeaaaah.
Spoilers: A little? *helpless shrug*

Jim had actually been intending to greet Sam with a proper hello, but the moment the vidphone connects the line between his brain and mouth malfunctions and he blurts, "Oh my god, what is that thing on your face?"

Sam glares at him. "It's called a moustache, Jim," he says, a little acerbic. "I'm pretty sure you've seen one before."

"Yeah, but... dude, just not a good look for you," Jim objects, wrinkling his nose. "Seriously. The only way it could be worse is if you had a goatee. Which would be a bad idea anyway, since then someone might think you're my evil twin or something."

Sam obviously has no idea where to start with that and eventually settles on a rather incredulous, "Sorry, what?"

"It could happen!" Jim insists, because Old Spock had totally told him about that thing with evil mirror goatee Spock and Jim isn't taking any chances, he has a special alert set up and everything just in case. "Just, trust me, goatees are bad news. Not to mention that if you grew one it'd totally look like crap." He pauses, and then adds, in the interest of full disclosure, "More like crap, I mean."

Holy CRAP how fucking LONG DID THAT TAKE. Also, CCS!X and BBX aren't here because I don't have any more on them that hasn't been posted (*fails*). Some of these are really old, but I only included ones I actually like and might hopefully finish. And this doesn't even include all the rabid bunnies. Whyyy.

ETA; missed one! that brings it to a round 30. orz

Fandom/pairing: X; Seishirou/Subaru
Title/filename: Civil War
Current status: ~4800; like, 60% or something?
Spoilers: No

An average morning goes something like this.

Kamui will be eating his breakfast when Seishirou emerges from Subaru’s room, and every such morning, without fail, he’ll roll his eyes and say something along the lines of, “Oh. You again,” or perhaps, “You’re still here, are you? Don’t you have your own apartment to go to?”

Seishirou, in wordless response to this, generally gives a smirk that has a hint of slight threat about it, something unspecified but nasty, and goes out on the balcony for a cigarette. Subaru will eventually come out of his room somewhere between ten minutes to half an hour later, still sleepy and half awake, to the domestic kitchen equivalent of the Cold War. Aside from the occasional exchange of insults, there is an icy silence that says so much more and is far more uncomfortable for any poor soul caught in the middle of it.

Subaru, in other words. Lucky, lucky him.

Kamui makes snide comments about Subaru’s taste in men, Seishirou retaliates with pointed barbs about Subaru’s child-rearing ability, and both these verbal missiles are aimed at each other but Subaru is always the one who gets hurt, the collateral damage in their stupid uncivil war.