Thanks to @flashfictionfridayofficial for the prompt!

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something's missing

[on ao3]

fandom: original work
rating: g
wc: 627
prompt: #fff299 stranger than fiction for @flashfictionfridayofficial

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Someone like you

Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial using the prompt FFF298 ~ hidden chemistry and @fluffbruary using the image paint for the month of March. I have decided to continue this fiction that no one else would like to read, but me. This time it will be RonToto’s and Amamiya’s perspectives. This is an alternate universe, no spoilers are harmed.

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Fandom(s) : Kamonohashi Ron no kindan suiri, Yatagarasu: The Raven Does Not Choose Its Master

Characters: Totomaru “Toto” Isshiki, Amamiya, Ron Kamonohashi, mentions of Kawasemi-san, Yukiya, Nazukihiko/Wakamiya

Word count: 1095

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B. Totomaru and Ron

TOTO WAS not in the good mood after what happened last night. Sleepy and exhausted, the skirmish with General Kitayama and the owner of the fancy À la maison, Mr. Soke, was a nightmare that he didn’t want to experience again. For now, the French restaurant owner declared that he and Ron as persona non grata, painting them as pitiful guests. Recalling that he used to contact them almost every day to reserve a slot for his grandparents’ 60th wedding anniversary last year as his present, it took them six months before he received an answer. He was in a deep thought when Amamiya blocked his way causing him to drop his phone.

“How long have you known your friend?” Amamiya looked at Toto surreptitiously, not entirely avoiding his face.

“What?”

“I’ve got a call from Mr. Nazukihiko Soke. He claimed that you and your friend, Ron Kamonohashi, made a scene at his restaurant and was asking me what kind of lawsuit he could file against you two unless I talk to you and scold you myself!”

“Uhhh… he did really call?” Totomaru’s hands became clammy.

“What happened last night?”

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Here's my submission for @flashfictionfridayofficial, with the prompt Hidden Chemistry! You can read on AO3 here or below the cut!

Viktor was confident that picking the Piltie scientist from the ledge of his blown up apartment was a good decision. Silco would see, in time.

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These Vows Renewed

for this week's @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt!

word count: 728

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The Chalice stood upon the table. Glistening.

History forged into pure metal and swirling filigree.

Jersk stood before it, a reprisal of fortunes and a symbol of what’s to come. “It has been a long time coming. After many hiccups, big and small, we finally have the Chalice in our hands.”

A chorus of applause erupts, a cacophony from the clergy.

Jersk’s smile grows sharper. “I offer special thanks to Merik and the two acolytes, without whose efforts we would not be standing here. I offer this toast to them, and to history in the making.”

“Hooray!”

He pours water from a flask into it, the contents but liquid light in the Chalice’s embrace. “Now, any takers for the first sip?”

Merik nods to him. “Why not do the honours yourself, sir? You deserve it.”

“Cheers.” The meshaika and acolytes stand in wait, their glasses empty. Jersk witnesses his pale reflection in the water, a clarity greater than any mirror. Serene, perfect, a vision void of the years he spent alive.

He takes it in, Galista’s blessing pouring through him. Magic rises through every fibre, every nerve, breaching the depths of his soul. It lifts him in place, his magicshot gaze raising towards the ceiling. It tingles on his tongue, prickling but soft, his hands quivering. Everything and nothing, the world bleeds away. Just him, just this, if he spoke, would Galista call back?

He put the Chalice back on the table, met with the bloodshot gaze of his fellows. Did the world always have detail this crisp? “Well?”

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Chemistry Dreaming of Itself

Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial , prompt #FFF 298 Hidden Chemistry; and for @monthlywritingchallenges prompt Day 28: When Words Aren't Enough

Fandom: Ann Leckie "Translation State"

Words: 1002

Characters: Presger Translator Dlar (canonical), a juvenile Presger Translator Tzid (original character)

"I have needed a new body for a while now," said Translator Dlar, "and I determined that you, Tzid, will be a right Match for me."

Tzid knew there will come a day when adults will insist on e matching. All juvenile Translators were supposed to Match and transition to adulthood. But Tzid also had managed to shove that thought as far as possible outside e's mind. The notion that e would merge with another person, e's molecules will be reshuffled with that of another and redistributed between the two bodies in different ways, was so terrifying that e simply did not allow it in.

Except now e was forced to.

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Flash Fiction Friday 3/28

Bit of a two-for-one today: my submission for this week's @flashfictionfridayofficial was inspired by today's apocalyptic prompt for @playerappreciationweek . Definitely something unlike anything I've written before, but I'm pretty happy with how it turned out (even though I legit freaked myself out writing it 🙃)

Note: I am aware this probably doesn't align with Player Week's rules, so no need to reblog; I just thought you'd like to know about it since it was inspired by one of the prompts :)

Title: The Plague

Fandom: Carmen Sandiego 2019

Rating: T

Warnings: Mentions of animal testing, including somewhat graphic descriptions of them suffering (good Lord what did I write...)

Word Count: 954

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CW: backing in to a building, past captivity, implied past experimentation, past abuse, past dehumenasation

Back to the Lab

Aster could see Hazel waiting for her at the agreed upon place right under that really concerningly shaped tree that looked like it constantly bending under a very strong wind. It stood direly by the wall they would have to clime over if… no when they wanted to reached the lab. 

The young woman hadn't been all that enthusiastic about this plan form the beginning she would actually have rather taken any other option over this one and that said something considering some of them were even more reckless then this one; especially if they wanted to get this over with as soon as possible, which they did. 

"Hay, your finally here, the guard has just passed we should be good to enter if we do this quickly." Hazel's voice melted some of Aster's worries away, despite it having no right to. Just because Hazel wasn't generally reckless and had had her back for so long didn't mean that this wouldn't end in disaster. But the sure and even a little exited tone of her partner's voice helped sooth some of Aster's fear non the less.

"Let's get this over with." Aster sight before gripping the wall and climbing it. Aster could feel the magic it was infused with, could feel the pain it should induce any visitor with, she could taste it. It would have been reassuring if it wasn't this disgusting. In the little live Aster could remember the very little magic that tasted this appalling.

She she reached the top of the thankfully not more than two meters high wall she reached out for to lift her compatriot over it.

Different to Aster, Hazel wasn't fueled by magic not the same way Aster was, hazel had once tried to explain the difference to Aster, that she was a being of magic but not made of magic, she could absorb it but only with intend only in rituals, with spells or symbols. She couldn't absorb it make it her own, feed on it, as she had called it. 

That was why she needed Aster's help needed to touch her so Aster could absorb the magic before it could find away into her body seep though the little cranks to what differentiated Hazels magic form every other one. Hazel had also once tried to explain that to her how magic could attack her how it didn't melt into her the same way it did into Aster, she had said she wasn't made of it the same way Aster was, but that wasn't right Aster could feel Hazel's magic every time they touched it made her was she was, but it also was so different to the one hazel was so apt to mold with her chants and runes, her magic like the one of every other living being Aster had ever come in contact with, was more intend, brighter and softer, but also sharper and dimmer than the once that was include in unliving things, or the one singing through the wild the forest and the wind.

Aster held hazels hand for the way down too, the hard part was done, or the hard technically hard part the absorbing of magic so bitter and sharp made Aster still nauseous, but that wasn't what made her stop, neither was it the guard the owner of the lab had hired, one single guard for the big complex that was the lab was both cock and kind of pitiful. It was far to little to actually do anything, and certainly not the most dangerous measure the owner of the lab had put up to keep unwelcome guests out of this place, but that one was here at all was a sign that he didn't totally trust that the magic alone would keep what he hid in the lab form actually leaving.

Aster couldn't think of the things, not the people taped in the different facilities around the main house though, couldn't remember how it had been to be stuck here herself, not aware that she was, that she had aright to personhood no matter how much the owner had tried to denie to her. 

the woman was rather proud of herself when she didn't stop didn't let the memories make her freeze up. In stead she pulled her partner with her with a fast step. 

She didn't let go of Hazels hand though. 

Not when they reached the door not when hazel painted one of her symbols over the lock whispering words in a language Aster didn't understand, not when they suck though the corridors that should look familiar but didn't, being bound down on a stretch was a very different perspective, and for the first time in very long Aster was thankful for that. It was very hard for her to let go when they reached their final destination, the Alchemy laboratory. 

The lace they could do what they came here for, could give Aster back some of the power the owner of this place had taken for her, could make her feel more like herself again. 

"Are you doing all right? I know this is a lot." Hazel looked worried, it was kind of cute actually, how her face crunched up looking up to aster. 

"Not yet it's not." Aster actually could feel amusement rising in her. "And I'm not the one concocting a brew that is supposed to brake several bindings and give me beck myself, Chipmunk" 

"It's just a litte Alchemy. Nothing but spicy Chemistry really" Hazel grind, she looked so much like the young chemistry genie she had been the first time they had met. 

The first time that day Aster felt warm. This could go right. Even if she would remember being something far more dangerous, she didn't think she could ever harm such a adorable woman. 

Even it did turn out the owner was right that she was a monster, Hazel could probably make her stop any brutality just by being this sweet. 

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his went in a completely different direction than i expected i hope it's still ok

To the end it got really fussy. Sorry that this is not a well written break in but I didn't have enough words to get it all into it. Also I have never before written on.

Hope you liked it! Have a great weekend