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yukari_rin-wifey:
Two Rin + Archer orientated drabbles. Past tense and action not two different things in my stupid brain~
Tea Time - PG - Rin + Archer - light humour
Rin’s hand is posed about the handle of the tea he’s just served her and instead of immediately taking it she leans back in her chair, sighing, waiting for it to cool so she not burn her lips.
“Archer.” She addresses him and he looks up from his sip, not at all minding the heat.
“If you keep doing that you’re going to damage your tongue one of these days.”
And as if to spite her, he takes another sip before setting the china cups on an equally china plate. Light blue, unlike her usually white sets. “I beg to differ.”
“Oh?” and she cocks an eyebrow at him, looking not the intrigued irritated, but a rather charming cute. Girls. She was certainly different from the usual. She puts on a tragic frown though he knows its hiding the smile, worried or merely bemused. Not only is she weird as a girl, but weird as a master. Of course that made no difference to how powerful her magic was, and her half considers her quirks to come with her trade.
Her tea has cooled to her liking and she tacks a sip, leaning to and from her position and back. “I’d hate to see such a small thing hold you back in battle, the tragedy of losing the sensation of taste, tsk.”
“I hardly think it would matter.”
Incredulous, but composed, “Well it would matter if battle was like Sakura’s cooking.”
“Have you been talking to Saber again?”
“That’s not your concern right now.”
He was going to have to tell Shiro that Saber and Rin should stop having tea together.
Besides, he quite liked having her to himself sometimes.
It is in this line of thought Rin threw a seat pillow at him.
Tell a Story - PG - Archer x Rin - angst/general
“Use this.” Rin tells him. And Archer looks up from where he is sitting, her sitting upon her knees, raised before him that smile she often smiled for him, that calm reassured smile that held such pride. In good faith he lowers his head at her intentions.
The beautiful red jewel on a silver chain draped over him and almost the feeling is like sanctuary (church bells) he would say thank you if words like that had enough merit between them, but they are not like that and in her giving him this, his fingers resist instantly coming up to touch it (he will tuck it away from sight when she leaves, none needs to see a bond, shared a promise). By obeying her orders, by protecting her, by assisting her as she had assisted him- in winning this war would he be able to truly if anything- use those words he could not say.
And Berserker advances for the final blow, a final contradiction to how he’ll never say those words, Archer knows. Winning is not above her feelings and the pride they’d shared.
She was truly the best master for him and in solitude he’d came to her and in solitude he will leave for her. (Is this what they call a hero’s sacrifice?) And she will finish defeating what Archer had defeated in death.
(He told Shirou there was only one thing he could do.)
(He told Saber they need not help they who could not help themselves.)
But he had not told Rin a thing.
So let this be it.
Towicked_enough:
I tried to give you sappy food fic!SasuSaku but alas. I made this-
No Such Place - PG13 - Sasuke x Sakura - angst/romance/death!fic
She’s never really held a sword, and her footing is messy as he advances. She holds it up before her with imperfection and it’s on this imperfection he calls on her.
“What’s wrong Sakura, did you not say you would defeat me with your own power?”
“I will!” she calls out the forest damp and slick, and white overwhelmingly as snow glides down and about her grip tight, a sword did not belong within her, did not belong to her fight, did not add to her power, but she has no other weapon. Aside this one that had discarded by and she swallows hard, back on spiraled out guts red amongst the white of snow. Red amongst everything, Sasuke had indeed avenged his clan, if not extremely albeit but messily. Her arms try not to shake, but the oncoming dark and cold ushers in and she understand fear of everything, fear of losing a loved one, she does not want to lose him in this darkness even though she knows she already has.
“Sasuke-kun let’s stop this.” And so quick is his reply she barely comprehends his swiftly moving shape as it appears before her. Cloak dark was it floating about him, dark as his hair and she dissolved is the medium between.
“You don’t have to go on. You can come back home, Itachi is dead-“ and his fingers against her lips.
“I’m not done yet.”
The night is long. And she knows every word he speaks to her is a lie as his hand roams through her hair and the curve of her hip. This isn’t what she wanted, but she knows she’d get nothing else and nothing less.
And startled as his arms fold over her so gently- “You’re welcome.” She replies to the words said over three years ago.
This is his end.
She twists the sword in his back, in her chest and she does not allow time to cry.
And uh,bloodnblack totally forgot what I was supposed to give you so if you have anything in mind right now and see this, be sure to be all URG FUJI YOU SUCK I WANT- and such; 'cause you're awesome and deservies things. *IS SHOT*
Everyone on my fl you are free to request fanfic, icons, and uh that's about all I can do. So go at it should you so please wish to. If not. Meh. Yes I am teh looser oi.
Yes morefake!fic stfu.
Shisui x Yondaime:
Proposals - YonShi, impl. other - humour/romance
He’s on one knee and in Shisui’s brain this could only mean one thing.
“Yondaime-dono, I must let you know I did not know you swung that way-“ and she puts a hand up to pause whatever words he’d use in reply, she is absolute and as his face slowly forms an expression, one of shock, (was he that surprised she’s figured it out? It was plainly obvious)- “Also, I am not a boy. I hope you excuse me for not living up to your expectation.”
It remained silent for a few moments before Shisui decided. While the young Hokage was trying to regain his bearings Shisui turned to the desk Obito had stealthily hid under at the Yondaime’s abrupt return to the room.
“Obito-kun could you please come here? The Hokage has something that I think you’ll be useful for.”
(tread in still water) [pending excerpt.] - angst/action/romance/wth
Her hair tangles the wind and if he understood the hollow look in her eyes he would have known better and he would have ran. But he didn’t see her face (and she’s just a bit up before him, facing the wind head on and he only sees it as a further mark of what bravery she held)- “Do you understand? I have no need for you if you are not my possession.”
To the “hokage-to-be” her words have taken on the mocking tone, as if holding the world in her hands was so easy a task. Fool she wants to call him further, but-
“I don’t. But I don’t mind at all.” He tells her and the words wash over her lukewarm, a contract, and a baptism unsought from good and evil. She turns and does not smile at him as he would have hope, he does not continue as if those eyes changing in shade knew the words he was going to say after. (His name upon her lips, his name upon parchment, his name was-)
“Good.”
NANA:
Full Time - PG - Reira cent. + ReiraxShin -angst/thelike
“Listen well.” They will tell her and she will, to every word as it pierces and it lies and knows the truth of the world far more than she; she who is still young but not young enough.
Lyrics are hard to write. They must go perfectly to the emotion drawn out from the notes, the strings of guitar, the beat of drums, and every other sensual sound an instrument could make. (I wish I were a music box.) For her it is difficult, she wants to sing, but she wants to sing wordlessly, with feeling, with feeling. This is not allowed, humans must give shape, give form and reason to everything and that is why- that is why she will write. These are words she will sing. For herself, for everyone. (For Shin?)
But she is not old enough, is still so old.
Also while looking over my fl, I decided to take this quizkayuuko took:
With 71% at "neither" which states: You think neither like a man nor like a woman. What you are you may decide for yourself. Most people will consider you strange, alien, weird or funny. You are probably quite interesting.
And duude I am the opposite sex.
I got a tie breaker. IT'S NOT MY FAULT I BELEIVE IN HIEARCHY. Oh wait...
Happy blah blah. Or not. If you want to be sad and bitchy at the world go ahead. I'm totally wiped out and uncaring of preference. WHY FOOT ASLEEP AGAIN NOT EVEN PROPPED UP DJHDTK. <3
Muststopwantingmoreiconsoi.
For
yukari_rin-wifey:Two Rin + Archer orientated drabbles. Past tense and action not two different things in my stupid brain~
Tea Time - PG - Rin + Archer - light humour
Rin’s hand is posed about the handle of the tea he’s just served her and instead of immediately taking it she leans back in her chair, sighing, waiting for it to cool so she not burn her lips.
“Archer.” She addresses him and he looks up from his sip, not at all minding the heat.
“If you keep doing that you’re going to damage your tongue one of these days.”
And as if to spite her, he takes another sip before setting the china cups on an equally china plate. Light blue, unlike her usually white sets. “I beg to differ.”
“Oh?” and she cocks an eyebrow at him, looking not the intrigued irritated, but a rather charming cute. Girls. She was certainly different from the usual. She puts on a tragic frown though he knows its hiding the smile, worried or merely bemused. Not only is she weird as a girl, but weird as a master. Of course that made no difference to how powerful her magic was, and her half considers her quirks to come with her trade.
Her tea has cooled to her liking and she tacks a sip, leaning to and from her position and back. “I’d hate to see such a small thing hold you back in battle, the tragedy of losing the sensation of taste, tsk.”
“I hardly think it would matter.”
Incredulous, but composed, “Well it would matter if battle was like Sakura’s cooking.”
“Have you been talking to Saber again?”
“That’s not your concern right now.”
He was going to have to tell Shiro that Saber and Rin should stop having tea together.
Besides, he quite liked having her to himself sometimes.
It is in this line of thought Rin threw a seat pillow at him.
Tell a Story - PG - Archer x Rin - angst/general
“Use this.” Rin tells him. And Archer looks up from where he is sitting, her sitting upon her knees, raised before him that smile she often smiled for him, that calm reassured smile that held such pride. In good faith he lowers his head at her intentions.
The beautiful red jewel on a silver chain draped over him and almost the feeling is like sanctuary (church bells) he would say thank you if words like that had enough merit between them, but they are not like that and in her giving him this, his fingers resist instantly coming up to touch it (he will tuck it away from sight when she leaves, none needs to see a bond, shared a promise). By obeying her orders, by protecting her, by assisting her as she had assisted him- in winning this war would he be able to truly if anything- use those words he could not say.
And Berserker advances for the final blow, a final contradiction to how he’ll never say those words, Archer knows. Winning is not above her feelings and the pride they’d shared.
She was truly the best master for him and in solitude he’d came to her and in solitude he will leave for her. (Is this what they call a hero’s sacrifice?) And she will finish defeating what Archer had defeated in death.
(He told Shirou there was only one thing he could do.)
(He told Saber they need not help they who could not help themselves.)
But he had not told Rin a thing.
So let this be it.
To
wicked_enough:I tried to give you sappy food fic!SasuSaku but alas. I made this-
No Such Place - PG13 - Sasuke x Sakura - angst/romance/death!fic
She’s never really held a sword, and her footing is messy as he advances. She holds it up before her with imperfection and it’s on this imperfection he calls on her.
“What’s wrong Sakura, did you not say you would defeat me with your own power?”
“I will!” she calls out the forest damp and slick, and white overwhelmingly as snow glides down and about her grip tight, a sword did not belong within her, did not belong to her fight, did not add to her power, but she has no other weapon. Aside this one that had discarded by and she swallows hard, back on spiraled out guts red amongst the white of snow. Red amongst everything, Sasuke had indeed avenged his clan, if not extremely albeit but messily. Her arms try not to shake, but the oncoming dark and cold ushers in and she understand fear of everything, fear of losing a loved one, she does not want to lose him in this darkness even though she knows she already has.
“Sasuke-kun let’s stop this.” And so quick is his reply she barely comprehends his swiftly moving shape as it appears before her. Cloak dark was it floating about him, dark as his hair and she dissolved is the medium between.
“You don’t have to go on. You can come back home, Itachi is dead-“ and his fingers against her lips.
“I’m not done yet.”
The night is long. And she knows every word he speaks to her is a lie as his hand roams through her hair and the curve of her hip. This isn’t what she wanted, but she knows she’d get nothing else and nothing less.
And startled as his arms fold over her so gently- “You’re welcome.” She replies to the words said over three years ago.
This is his end.
She twists the sword in his back, in her chest and she does not allow time to cry.
And uh,
bloodnblack totally forgot what I was supposed to give you so if you have anything in mind right now and see this, be sure to be all URG FUJI YOU SUCK I WANT- and such; 'cause you're awesome and deservies things. *IS SHOT*Everyone on my fl you are free to request fanfic, icons, and uh that's about all I can do. So go at it should you so please wish to. If not. Meh. Yes I am teh looser oi.
Yes more
Shisui x Yondaime:
Proposals - YonShi, impl. other - humour/romance
He’s on one knee and in Shisui’s brain this could only mean one thing.
“Yondaime-dono, I must let you know I did not know you swung that way-“ and she puts a hand up to pause whatever words he’d use in reply, she is absolute and as his face slowly forms an expression, one of shock, (was he that surprised she’s figured it out? It was plainly obvious)- “Also, I am not a boy. I hope you excuse me for not living up to your expectation.”
It remained silent for a few moments before Shisui decided. While the young Hokage was trying to regain his bearings Shisui turned to the desk Obito had stealthily hid under at the Yondaime’s abrupt return to the room.
“Obito-kun could you please come here? The Hokage has something that I think you’ll be useful for.”
(tread in still water) [pending excerpt.] - angst/action/romance/wth
Her hair tangles the wind and if he understood the hollow look in her eyes he would have known better and he would have ran. But he didn’t see her face (and she’s just a bit up before him, facing the wind head on and he only sees it as a further mark of what bravery she held)- “Do you understand? I have no need for you if you are not my possession.”
To the “hokage-to-be” her words have taken on the mocking tone, as if holding the world in her hands was so easy a task. Fool she wants to call him further, but-
“I don’t. But I don’t mind at all.” He tells her and the words wash over her lukewarm, a contract, and a baptism unsought from good and evil. She turns and does not smile at him as he would have hope, he does not continue as if those eyes changing in shade knew the words he was going to say after. (His name upon her lips, his name upon parchment, his name was-)
“Good.”
NANA:
Full Time - PG - Reira cent. + ReiraxShin -angst/thelike
“Listen well.” They will tell her and she will, to every word as it pierces and it lies and knows the truth of the world far more than she; she who is still young but not young enough.
Lyrics are hard to write. They must go perfectly to the emotion drawn out from the notes, the strings of guitar, the beat of drums, and every other sensual sound an instrument could make. (I wish I were a music box.) For her it is difficult, she wants to sing, but she wants to sing wordlessly, with feeling, with feeling. This is not allowed, humans must give shape, give form and reason to everything and that is why- that is why she will write. These are words she will sing. For herself, for everyone. (For Shin?)
But she is not old enough, is still so old.
Also while looking over my fl, I decided to take this quiz
kayuuko took: | You scored as Male. Being mostly male, within your structures of thinking simply means that your reasoning powers are (the way they are perceived in Western Culture`) higher than the one of the opposite sex. Psychoanalsis claims this to come at the price of creative expression - a rational thinker can not think out of the box, it is claimed. Yet this 'discovery' contradicts the fact that many great minds that created something out of the ordinary were men.
Should you be MALE or FEMALE?* created with QuizFarm.com |
With 71% at "neither" which states: You think neither like a man nor like a woman. What you are you may decide for yourself. Most people will consider you strange, alien, weird or funny. You are probably quite interesting.
I got a tie breaker. IT'S NOT MY FAULT I BELEIVE IN HIEARCHY. Oh wait...
Happy blah blah. Or not. If you want to be sad and bitchy at the world go ahead. I'm totally wiped out and uncaring of preference. WHY FOOT ASLEEP AGAIN NOT EVEN PROPPED UP DJHDTK. <3
Muststopwantingmoreiconsoi.
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