wordsworn: My clockwork heart counts the seconds; I have no time for anyone but myself. (Default)
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A/N: This rambling drabble is a response to this moment in the movie:



Actually, I’ve been meaning to write something about that first Jotunheim scene for a while now, and...this isn’t quite it. Maybe that one will finally want be written someday….

The .gif was found on either Tumblr or Photobucket, can’t remember which, sorry. =\


Loki Laufeyson. ‘Cold’ )
wordsworn: My clockwork heart counts the seconds; I have no time for anyone but myself. (Default)
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Summary: Police Inspector Kurt Wallander is struggling to accept having shot and killed another man, even though it was clearly self-defense…so he turns to a colleague whose hands he knows are no more clean than his own.

A/N: Written in response to the events of “Faceless Killers”, with the end of “One Step Behind” kept in mind--this will make little sense to anyone who isn't familiar with the show and what happened at the end of Season 1: Episode 3. It's a ‘missing scene’ of sorts, perhaps. Because I process things through writing, apparently.


[Wallander, Martinsson. ‘Mens Rea.’]
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“How do you do it?”

Magnus Martinsson, busily typing away at his computer, glanced up briefly, but didn’t pause in his typing. “Do what?” he asked after a short pause, his eyes focused on the glowing screen before him once again.

Kurt Wallander just stood there for a second, looking even more rumpled and lost than usual. “I…I dunno,” he sighed, seeming almost ready to drop the subject before he’d even breached it. “Just…live with yourself, I guess. I mean, after…” He cast about the room, looking everywhere but his younger colleague, rubbing his two-day stubble unconsciously. After a moment the rubbing shifted to cover the rest of his face, his eyes in particular; then he dropped his hand to his side and released another heavy breath. “It’s just, I never thought…I never thought I’d take the life of another man. Ever. And now I have to live with that for the rest of my life.”

Martinsson was quiet for a long moment, but his fingers had gone still over the computer’s keys. “Well, in my case,” he said at last, still not looking over at the other man, his voice soft, his words clipped and clearly carefully chosen, “I just think about what would have happened if I hadn’t pulled that trigger.” Now he did look at Wallander, his expression set and grim; but his eyes were steady, if harder than they’d once been, and there was no blame, no guilt there. “I mean…what would I have to live with then?”
wordsworn: My clockwork heart counts the seconds; I have no time for anyone but myself. (Default)
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A/N: …No idea where this rather ramble-y, disorganized, unfocused one-shot fic came from. While I liked this series, and liked the Yuki/Tohru pairing from the very first, I’ve never written anything for either. And I knew from the start it would end with Kyou/Tohru…and I can accept that pairing, and like it okay, but…I still like Yuki/Tohru much more, because he was always so very kind to her--none of that insecure tsundere BS.


Tohru, Yuki, Kyou. 'These Rainy Days' )
wordsworn: My clockwork heart counts the seconds; I have no time for anyone but myself. (So very true.)
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Summary: Uchiha Sasuke reluctantly accepts Princess Sakura’s invitation, and he and Haruno Sakura pay a visit to the Cat’s Eye Café--proprietor: one Fai D. Flowright. Of course, had Sasuke known anything about the blonde magician, particularly the fact that he was never one to resist a chance to get in some (mostly) good-natured teasing, the last Uchiha would never have set foot in the place.

WARNINGS: CRACK. CROSSOVER. FLUFF. RP TIE-INS. MY WEIRD SENSE OF HUMOUR. RUN FOR YOUR LIFE.

A/N: …THIS MONSTROSITY EXISTS BECAUSE [livejournal.com profile] its_game_time SORT OF TWISTED MY ARM INTO DOING IT and I was like AH HELL WHY NOT, and then…I shoved it away into my Documents file and tried to forget about it…but that didn’t work, so I gave up and gave in and just started writing…and then IT JUST KEPT GOING, a-and oh heavens, IDEK…I…I have no viable excuses, really…other than PHASE AND RP MADE ME DO IT, and this thread is both relevant and largely to blame. And so is this one and this one, both of which led up to that other (ASS-KICKING!) one. …So. So YEAH. /POINTS FINGERS AT!! 8|

……Also, to anyone who may care, YES OKAY FINE I ADMIT IT I am 130% a Fai/Sakura shipper. DEAL WITH IT & DON’T BITCH, OR DON’T READ & DON’T BITCH, YOUR CHOICE.

Additional Confessions: ...I was horribly tempted to add in Mokona, but he wasn’t a part of Phase’s prompt…and let’s face it, if I’d put him in, this fic would’ve ended in less than two pages in Word with both Sakuras running off with Mokona and leaving the boys high and dry. Because Mokona is a PIMP. CANON TRUFAX. Though TBH, Fai/Mokona (…or would it be Mokona/Fai?) is almost sort of canon, they get along so well. |D

And I may or may not have had WAY too much fun writing Fai in this piece. |D


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FaiSaku, SasuSaku. 'Sweet Nothings.'  )
wordsworn: My clockwork heart counts the seconds; I have no time for anyone but myself. (Default)
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I was actually thinking that this would be part of a longer one-shot fic that's about half done, and it might still be, but when I realised that this snippet was exactly 100 words (Official Drabble Length!), I had to post it on its own. And I think it sort of stands by itself rather well.


Flynn, Yuri. "In The End"

“I wonder…is it our actions or our intentions that we are judged by in the end…” His eyes, pensive and troubled, slide sideways towards his best friend. “What do you think, Yuri?”

Yuri meets his gaze unflinchingly, his expression grim. “Our actions,” he says at once, without a pause for either consideration or hesitation.

“Yes.” Flynn’s voice is soft, and abruptly he looks away, unable to maintain eye contact for more than one reason. The sword at his side suddenly feels very heavy, the armour encasing him stifling and restrictive and oddly hard to breathe in. “I think so, too.”
wordsworn: My clockwork heart counts the seconds; I have no time for anyone but myself. (So very true.)
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Takes place in the same AU-verse, and perhaps a year or so after 'The Marriage of Summer And Winter'.

...Still not sure why I'm liking/writing this pairing at all, but...well, I am, and in this AU, I think it works.

With Quiet Words, I'll Lead You In. )
wordsworn: My clockwork heart counts the seconds; I have no time for anyone but myself. (Default)
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…My first-ever ToS fic. I…have no idea where this plotbunny came from really, since it’s been a couple months since I played/beat that game, but. Hurrah for genfic? …No, Zelos, you don’t ‘get the girl’ in this one…lol. And I guess I should say that haven’t read much ToS fanfic either, so too bad sorry if this idea’s already been done/beaten to death. And it didn’t come out quite as angsty as I wanted it to, so bawwwww.

…Also, I can’t decide if they’re OOC or not. *looks expectantly at Phase, who will doubtless know* GOT THE PHASE STAMP OF APPROVAL, WHOO! 8D

Zelos, Colette. 'Chosen' )
wordsworn: My clockwork heart counts the seconds; I have no time for anyone but myself. (Vibrant [colours & imagination.])
Pre-massacre Uchiha fic. Which means genfic/semi warm-and-fuzzy family fic. :]

Written especially for Phase. ♥ And me, too, ‘cause I love this dynamic.

'You know, I don’t think Itachi did this to make you cry…'  )
wordsworn: My clockwork heart counts the seconds; I have no time for anyone but myself. (Vibrant [colours & imagination.])
...Tooootally forgot to post this on Sunday. Sorry, Phase. :|

This might be a part of something else someday, but it doesn't fit with the longer drabble I'm currently working on.


[SasuHina, 'Name']

“Sasuke-san—”

“You don’t need to be so formal,” he interrupts before she can really say anything.

She blinks those big, pale eyes, momentarily off-balance, before stuttering out a tentative, “S-Sasuke…kun?”

The pained expression passes over his face so briefly Hinata almost thinks she imagined it, but she knows she didn’t. His face itself is expressionless, but his eyes have gone so very cold, and she twiddles her fingers desperately, wondering just what she’s said wrong.

“Sasuke,” he says firmly. “Just Sasuke.”
wordsworn: My clockwork heart counts the seconds; I have no time for anyone but myself. (Default)
Title: “Put Me In The Car”
Author: [livejournal.com profile] alory_shannon
Fandom: Weiß Kreuz
Genre: Humour. And crack. |D Oh man, so much crack.
Pairing: None. Just genfic, folks. Really.
Rating: G
Summary: Takes place during the car ride to Mount Fuji/somewhere in the Fuji-Hakone-Izu National Park area in Episode 10. And yes, I know there’s no radio on in the episode, but oh well. Like there aren’t worse plotholes in the actual series.

A/N: Another for [livejournal.com profile] irishmastermind. |D Because apparently I’m on crack. Ten points for whoever catches the nod to Supernatural. |D

...Just put me in the car/And drive so far/Until I'm free again... )
wordsworn: My clockwork heart counts the seconds; I have no time for anyone but myself. (So very true.)
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I've had the first line of this written down for about two months. The rest suddenly followed just now. :]

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'…If you had to choose. Would it be them or me.'  )
wordsworn: My clockwork heart counts the seconds; I have no time for anyone but myself. (Anise/Tokunaga/Guy. OT3 FTMFW.)
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...I suppose I need a TotA icon for this account now. ICON GOT. Though I might make myself a SRS one later to use instead.

This wasn't what I expected to write today, but it pleases me to have written something other than Naruto fanfiction. ...And of course it's mostly angst. If you haven't played/don't know anything about Tales of the Abyss, I doubt this drabble will make much sense to you.

Largely inspired by this fanart, found here.


Guy + Anise. Proxime Accessit. )

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