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1. Waffles For Breakfast

Written For: Special Picture #17

Fandom: Zero no Kiseki 

Character: Lloyd, KeA

Pairings: implied Lloyd/Elie

Length: 340

Rating: PG, het

Tags: spoilers, mild language and mentions of alcohol and gambling

 

"Lloyd! Zeit and I made you waffles!"

 

The professional detective could not for the life of him think how their wolf mascot (not trained or in any way tame, just worryingly intelligent and curious enough about their current mission to venture into civilisation in order to spy on them) had assisted in the process of making the waffles. He decided he didn't want to know.

 

"Randy won't test them and I can't find Tio!" complained the small girl they had rescued from a bizarre, possibly accidental human auction. Lloyd knew that Randy was still hung over and depressed about losing money at last night's casino binge. Tio he had no idea about but if she was being secretive, it probably involved hacking.

 

"Sure, I'll try your cooking," he sighed and stood up. A localised but very intense pain spiked through the ball at the back of his neck. How long had he spent on the damn paperwork now?

 

As expected, the waffles were perfect. Eerily so. Light and fluffy, with slightly crisped edges for that slight bite, topped with just the right amount of sugared fresh cream and topped with fresh fruit. They had even taken too short a time to be this precisely cooked. There had to have been orbal trickery involved, possibly even some form of actual arcane practice. Lloyd had seen the top martial artists and dancers go beyond the mundane limits of their bodies and had read about people witnessing even more blatant magic. Who the hell used it to make breakfast, though?

 

Small children who didn't know any better and who wanted to impress the new family they had imprinted on after mysteriously forgetting their entire past, that was who.

 

"I've seen you looking at Elie so I'll let you deliver her share," she winked conspiratorially. Lloyd blinked, opened his mouth and then shut it.

 

It's my job to know what's going on, but everyone knows what's going on in here except me. He sighed and took the stack of waffles upstairs to Elie's room.

 

2. A Gondola in Venezia

Written For: Special Picture #18

Fandom: Tales of Phantasia

Character: Cless, Mint, Arche, Klarth

Pairings: Cless/Mint, unrequited Arche/Cless, complicated Arche/Klarth

Length: 306

Rating: PG, het,/multi

Tags: mild language, character looks underage but isn't, lots of bickering

 

"Isn't the gondola romantic, Cless?"

 

Klarth sighed, rolled his eyes and did a squeaky-voiced impression of the pint-sized mage. Her already very spiky, shocking pink hair fluffed up even more, like an angry cat, and a plume of fire blossomed around her clenched fist.

 

"No openly attacking each other with magic in inhabited areas, please," Cless sighed and went back to staring vacantly out across the sun-speckled waters of Alvanista. He added as an afterthought, "No taunting each other either, I heard that, Klarth."

 

"Then make her stop being so aggravating!" he hissed, "Everything we goddamn do is romantic and she won't stop harping on about it in that SQUEAL of hers! Oh, Cless, isn't the ferry romantic? Cless, isn't this spooky cave romantic too? Oh, it's so romantic when you almost die in battle!"

 

Mint giggled, "Jealous, Klarth?"

 

He closed his mouth, spluttering. His face went bright red, "Wh... what?"

 

"You're emphasising the 'Cless' a lot. Repeating it several times. That's all I was saying," she put a hand to her lips.

 

"Hey, it's understandable, Klarth, we do share a little m-a-g-i-c," she drew the word out with long syllables, cackling at his exasperated hiss and further blushing, "Seriously, though, I like brawny guys best but the refined, intellectual gentleman does have a certain appeal..."

 

"YOU LOOK TWELVE!" screamed Klarth, causing everyone to peer out of their balcony windows to stare at them.

 

"Oh, you're being all protective off little me, like a daddy! That's so sweet!" she held her hands under her chin and gave him a sideways look. Mint lost her serene-healer act altogether and burst into laughter.

 

"Whatever you two end up doing to each other once you make up your minds, do it in private," ordered Cless, "And leave me out of it. I like Mint, anyway."

 

Mint stared at him.

 

3. Oaths Before Battle
 

Written For: Special Picture #19

Fandom: Valkyrie Profile: Silmeria

Character: Silmeria, Rufus

Pairings: Silmeria/Rufus

Length: 352

Rating: PG, het

Tags: spoilers

 

 

"Is it worth it?" whispered Silmeria. The half-elf blinked and stared at her. He had been gazing over at the Rainbow Bridge and the celestial palace beyond it shimmering arc. Bifrost was a broad line of shimmering light that wound its way up the vast bulk of Yggdrasil before shooting off one of its endless branches into the cold, dark void, arcing out until it reached the foot of Asgard's rolling hills. On the foot of the hills was a white marble palace that seemed to gleam with blinding divine light that was almost painful to gaze upon.

 

It was awe-inspiring, unless you knew exactly how rotten its core was, how much innocent blood was on the hands of its Allfather.

 

"He can take your soul. In fact, it was what you were born for," whispered the Valkyrie. The beautiful half-elf shrugged, his face cold and arrogant.

 

"I can outmaneuver him. He grows complacent in what he believes is his absolute superiority over all life."

 

"Your plan will jeopardise your soul just as much," she warned, "Do you even understand how much pain it will cause you in the very core of your being, to become undead, even a false undead for a short time?"

 

Rufus shook his head, "He must pay for his sins. And if I hide like a rabbit, he will find me and take my soul in any case."

 

"Then swear to me as one of my Einherjar that you will not cause me the pain of losing you."

 

He turned around, sweeping his long leaf-green hair across his shoulders, and looked Silmeria in the eye with an intensity that took her aback.

 

"I will swear to you as more than just another of your vassals," he whispered, "And I pray to whatever deities still exist that do not wish me dead that you will one day see me as such in return."

 

Despite his unspeakably presumptuous tone, she had to grudgingly admit she already saw him the same way.

 

"My blessings go with you," she muttered, before sweeping around, unfurling her wings and taking to the skies.

 

 

 

4.

Restless Wings
 

Written For: Special Picture #20

 

Fandom: The Legend of Heroes: Song of the Ocean

Character: Forte

Pairings: Forte/Una

Length: 226

Rating: PG, het

Forte leaned against a tree looking out over the lake, savouring the warmth of the morning sun and the stillness of the water. The chirps of birdsong had him reflexively humming a melody as usual so he picked up his guitar and strummed a few bars. The old, shaggy white dog asleep with his head on Forte's lap snorted as his sleep was interrupted, then whined and stared up at the sudden noise. Recognising it as just one of the sounds the humans liked making, and a fairly pleasant one at that, he panted and wandered off to stare at the fish in the pool.

 

Life was good, especially now that he had finally straightened out the feelings between Una and himself. However, he knew it wouldn't last. Not because anything would go wrong but because the wanderlust in his blood was singing it's siren song to him even now. The tunes that came out of the strings were never of home. He was of McBain's blood, his destiny that of a legendary troubadour. There were other lands to visit and spread his music to, lands beyond the Gagharv rift, now he knew someone with a boat that could travel that far.

 

One particular song was a little dangerous for him to be spreading outside its intended shores, though. That song could probably rest for now.