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[salinea]

I think I might might be in fic writing mood. So if anyone's got a character/pairing & word/expression prompt to give me, I'd be grateful. I make no promises I can't keep, but since I've no idea for which fandom I wanna write, you can go wild (though it is very seldom I write for a fandom I haven't read a few fics for before).

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[ness-du-frat.livejournal.com]

Ben je te proposerais bien d'écrire une fic sur les Enfants de l'Ô, mais tu ne l'as pas (encore) lu ^^

[etrangere.livejournal.com]

... effectivement.

[twhitesakura.livejournal.com]

I'm not familiar with your current fandoms so I'll just list a few:
Subaru/Seishirou - anger
Any two characters from LotGH - politics
Any two characters from Terra e - promise

[etrangere.livejournal.com]

It was not often that his toy prompted anger in Seishirou. It was not often that anything prompted anger in Seishirou, of course. But this… this thing that had happened on Sunshine 90 as he watched; it made him furious. The Kamui hunting on his ground, going after his prey, spoiling it, marring it, harming its beauty in a way only Seishirou was allowed to. It was maddening.

Later on, the Kamui even came taunting him about it. Seishirou smiled, glib over the anger, as the Kamui explained Subaru's wish. (An eye for an eye, Subaru-kun, really? How adorable in its stupidity; and how infuriating).

Seishirou lit up a cigarette as he struggled for composure, trying to understand the reason for his annoyance. Subaru was only Subaru, a broken promise that didn't fulfill itself, a toy long past its potential for amusement, a decaying memorial he only kept alive by respect for a dead girl's brave cleverness and because of the remote curiosity of seeing how far it would self-destroy on its own. It should have no power over him. Unless…

The Kamui had stolen his cigarette, smugly unsubtle; and hinted at Subaru's other wish.

"His true wish is different from what you think."

As if anyone could possess knowledge of Subaru that Seishirou didn't have, he who had watched over him and fooled him for a full year, he who had twisted him so as to destroy all the sweetness and the delusions of love that had been in him, to make a beautiful work of bitterness and obsession.

Could he have been wrong all along?

About Subaru, about himself?

Well, well… that was an interesting thought. He would set to find out.

But first, he needed to think of a way to fix this flaw in Subaru. A way to give him his eye back. Else he just might have to kill the Kamui, that would just not do for one of the Dragon of Earth.

[ruthk.livejournal.com]

Lovely!

[etrangere.livejournal.com]

thanks! :D

[etrangere.livejournal.com]

Hmm kinda wanna write the Terra e one too, but I'm not sure I know my canon well enough to...

You remind me I really ought to finish watched LotGH though ^^

[veleda-k.livejournal.com]

I always like giving prompts, so I hope this helps.

Revolutionary Girl Utena, Juri, rebel girl

[etrangere.livejournal.com]

Juri had never been rebellious. Whatever defiance, whatever boldness she's ever held, as a member of the Student's council, as President of the Fencing Club, as the student praised and feared by teachers, even as a model – none of this was ever done out of rebellion. She followed the rules. Brilliantly, dashingly, but she'd only followed the roads opened to her, and it just was that those roads had been many, had been praised, and the doors wide open to her at the merest try. Things came easily to her, so she'd never learned how to dare to reach for them.

The one thing that was difficult, the one way she broke the rules given to her, the one girl she longed for thought she knew she ought not to … she'd only been able to wait passively for it to be handed to her; and that was ever to be denied until she turned sour and spiteful for it, like a spoiled child.

Believe in miracles and they will know your feelings. But miracles took work, she'd learned, took blood and sweat and sacrifices.

That's what she admired in Utena.

Utena hadn't only defied the rules by affectation (thought there was that, in the vanity of her male school uniform). Hadn't only been handed her miracle for free (thought it riled, still, that she had had that much, that early). Utena had struggled, fought during each duels, for her miracle.

Could Juri do any less?

Could she only dare to accept what was her due, her privilege, and never reach for the forbidden thought it might cost her so?

After Ruka had given her his cruel gift of freedom, could she never learn to hope not for miracles, but for the magic of her own work, thought she may fail?

So she kept a new locket, not for love, not for wishing, but as a talisman for courage and insolence. And a long time after the revolution, when she couldn't even remember who the strange girl on the picture was, she kept that lesson to heart.

So she laughed, proudly, and asked the girls she liked out, so they might know her feelings.

And sometimes they even said yes.

[q99.livejournal.com]

Marvel, Vampire Jubilee/X-23? ^^

[etrangere.livejournal.com]

... It might be worth reading a lot of comics about Jubilee just so I can fulfill this prompt. In meanwhile, d'you have another prompt where I know both characters well enough to write their exploitative angsty lesbian sex?

[q99.livejournal.com]

Ahh, now I gotta remember the series which both of us know....


Ooh, idea. Black Lagoon, Revy/Balalaika.

[etrangere.livejournal.com]

... that's a tough one. Will see if i can do something. Word/Expression prompt?

[q99.livejournal.com]

"No-one can know"

[etrangere.livejournal.com]

changed your mind, heh? I kind of ended up using both :3


Benny had looked up Balalaika when she'd first came to Roanipur and they'd starting hiring them for errands, and had found some interesting information about her. How many fucking prizes she had won as a sharp shooter for one, and stuff about fucking medals won in the Afganisthan war.

That had always made Revy wonder how Balalaika would be in a fight. How she would fare against her. Usually such thoughts would not remain idle. Just look at the fucking number of times she and Eda had drawn guns against one another (Revy would win most of the time, of course). Fun times.

But with Balalaika, things were a little bit more… delicate. The Russkies weren't really known for their fucking sense of humour regarding threats to their fucking life (even if in good, violent fun) and Balalaika was followed by a whole squad of overprotective fucking soldiers who would likely make trouble for Revy, and then she'd have to kill a few and they wouldn't be able to work for fucking Hostel Moscow anymore and Dutch would be fucking pissed off with her.

Still, sometimes when she watched Balalaika in her fucking smart red suit and her fucking smug red smile, she would feel her gun itching, phantom pain-like, for a draw, for fire, and the clarity of violence. That would just be fucking blood-licking sweet.

And sometimes, Balalaika would gaze back, and fucking smile, as if she knew exactly what Revy was thinking.

Perhaps she fucking did.

So there was this time, yeah? When Balalaika had come to talk to Dutch, and she'd been alone, for once, and then Dutch had come to check some kind of fucking detail with Benny, and that had left Revy and Balalaika alone in the room, and Balalaika had given her that fucking smug smile, that was too much of a sweet goddamned temptation, you know? Give a girl a fucking break.

"You know, Balalaika, I've always wondered…"

And Balalaika had arched a fucking eyebrow in answer.

"… if you were as good as they say."

"I'm better."

So there had been the gun, in Revy's hand, quick and warm and eager for a taste, but Balalaika had moved really fucking slowly without drawing any weapon (Revy knew where she hid them in that snug, red suit, thank you very much), without even raising a fist; and crawled down in Revy's personal space as if Cutlass wasn't even there and before Revy could say "What the fuck!" she had put her smart red lips to Revy's mouth and fucking kissed her, all wet, and warmth, and tongue.

Motherfu-

And she'd punched Revy in the stomach. Hard enough that she couldn't breathe for a couple of seconds.

Balalaika had laughed down at her and said: "Don't worry, Revochka. I'll never mention this again."

Damn right she won't. No one can know how easily a fucking kiss could rile up Revy! Fucking dirty fighting Russkie.

It was kind of impressive.

[q99.livejournal.com]

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changed your mind, heh? I kind of ended up using both :3-

Yep ^^

Fun fic, more comedic than I was expecting

[etrangere.livejournal.com]

Muse strikes as it does :p

[q99.livejournal.com]

I'm not complaining ^^

[etrangere.livejournal.com]

I found someone did write those two at a kinkmeme: http://comicsladyslash.livejournal.com/1131.html?thread=32363#t32363

enjoy :)

[q99.livejournal.com]

Ooh, a comics kinkmeme!

Mucho thanks for the linkage XD

[etrangere.livejournal.com]

welcome!

[q99.livejournal.com]

I think I'll probably end up writing a few mini fics for it ^^

[etrangere.livejournal.com]

woot!

[q99.livejournal.com]

Dunno why, but I find kinkship formats one of the easier to write in ^^