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tentacles2009-05-14 01:45 pm
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[Various] Genderswitch AU drabbles
Hastily written warning! I had fun, but, you know, writing skill, what is that, etc, etc. On the plus side, I think I'm becoming more aware of my writing as I work to get back into the habit, so that's good.
Genderswitch AU drabbles
Tales of Vesperia, Yuri, forkiwikiwi
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Yuri stopped after the fifth time she'd caught Estellise sneaking a peek in her direction. Gross sewers or not, this was going to have to stop. "Okay, look, whatever it is, just spit it out."
"Spit it out?" Estellise tilted her head. "That doesn't seem very ladylike..."
"No, that's not--" Yuri shook her head. "Never mind. There's something bothering you about me?"
"Oh!" Estellise smiled. It was pretty impossible to stay mad at her, noble or not; she was just so earnest. "I was just thinking that you dress very differently than the ladies in court." She hesitated, then added, "Or the lady knights. It's um-- it's not bad, but--"
Oh, that. Yuri glanced down at herself. "Sometimes it's helpful to distract your enemy."
"Um... distract..." Estellise blushed and looked away. "Oh," she said finally, sounding very small. Then: "Doesn't Flynn--"
"Flynn gets no say in what I wear." Yuri folded her arms over her chest. Not that he hadn't tried. Hanks could bear gleeful witness to the very public arguments ever since puberty about Yuri's lack of modesty and the necessity of breastplates.
Estellise wrung her hands, her face still slightly scrunched. "But isn't he your fiance?"
Yuri choked.
Suikoden Tierkreis, Luo-Tao, forkarayan Spoilers!
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The most annoying thing about Scribes was that they had little to no concept of privacy. Liu yelped and grabbed a blanket from his bed as Luo-Tao slipped into the room, nodding to someone outside the door who had to be Len-Lien. "W-what are you doing?"
Luo-Tao just looked at him with that familiar unchanging expression. Liu pulled the blanket tighter, feeling very, very small and very, very naked. At least Len-Lien was someone who understood Liu, who'd been his friend and respected his wishes when he said that he wanted to be alone. "You got it back."
"Got it back?" Liu repeated, then looked down at himself. "Oh, uh, yeah! So you don't need to worry."
The problem, he reasoned, was that Luo-Tao was just strange, even for a Scribe. Granted, he remembered the Scribes being stodgy and unfair and kind of stupid, but he didn't remember them being emotionless and having super special Chronicle-sensing powers.
Luo-Tao reached out, and, whoa, that was kind of not okay! Liu shrank back, but the bed was in his way and Luo-Tao didn't seem to mind stepping forward. She rested her fingertips on his collarbone and closed her eyes.
"Look," Liu tried, "this-- this is really a bad time, so can you come back later?" Why did Len-Lien even let you in? he wanted to ask. Except now he could feel the Chronicle tingling oddly, and the lump in his throat was back again. "Luo-Tao--"
She stroked her fingertips down his skin, briefly. "I am sorry for your loss," she said finally. "I felt it being used. It's good that it was not you."
"Okay," Liu choked out, because he really couldn't say anything at that point. And then he really was crying, and Luo-Tao was leaning foward, pulling him towards her in an awkward half-embrace.
Suikoden Tierkreis, Roberto, forcypher
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"Do not be so proud, Roberta," Chrodechild says once, and shame burns hot through Roberta's body. "We all have something yet to learn."
"Surely not you, princess." Roberta looks up at her, at the way she sits straight and proud even on a driftwood log around a campfire because there is no shelter along the river. Chrodechild is who Roberta has looked up to all this time, who others compare her to when they talk about how talented she is at such a young age.
Chrodechild smiles, but it's a sad, fleeting thing. "If I had truly been a master, we would not have had to flee, would we?" Roberta bristles, but before she can protest, Chrodechild starts to speak again. "We must constantly work to improve ourselves. Do not let praise from others stop you."
"Yes, princess!" Roberta tilts her chin up. "I will not fail you tomorrow."
"No, you won't." Chrodechild's smile is more real, this time, and Roberta feels a fierce joy spread out from her chest. She is the only other woman in the Blades, the youngest of all of them, and she will make her princess proud.
Kuroshitsuji, Sebastian, forbranewurms
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The form she takes is male; it doesn't bother her, what names and values humans attach to things. She is nothing but shadow to them, a connoisseur dressing to take part in the tasting of the finest meals. And fine he is, small and delicate and pure, his soul a knot of innocence and hatred and pain.
"You are my dog," he says, and "Stay with me." He is so pitiful, so desperate. It would be so easy for her to flay him open with her claws, to pull out his heart before it stopped beating, to peel the skin from his ribs and watch him bleed out. But he's already bleeding out, already dying slowly, and a proper cook does not rush the process. She feeds him touch and knowledge to staunch the flow, carefully opening him up again with her words when he grows too sure.
"What are you?"
She is everything. She is the mother of countless demons born from scraps of her own self. She was once a lady who kissed the father of her current master.
She smiles, and behind that smile centuries of darkness pass. "I am a demon and a butler."
Kuroshitsuji, Lau, forinarticulate (:D?)
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"Yaaa, hello, Earl," she says. She tilts her face back to catch the sun, her eyes closed; she looks every bit the free spirit, for all Madam Red knows she is bound by what she is. Her hair is cropped, her breasts bound and impossible to see to all but a doctor's eye. She smells of smoke, of incense and opium; her fingers are long and gentle.
She is confident and sure, and Madam Red wonders if she is truly comfortable in her own skin or if she is only comfortable because it is a man's skin she pretends to wear.
Shounen Onmyouji, Seimei, formommy
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"It's not fair." Masahiro buried his head in his arms. "I can't even surpass my grandmother."
Mokkun, in his usual unhelpful manner, flopped on Masahiro's shoulder. "Aaah, how troublesome for you that your grandmother is the most powerful onmyouji that ever existed. It must be hard, so hard, Seimei's grandson."
He did manage to dodge the scroll that Masahiro flung at him, but only just.
"It's not fair at all! Women aren't supposed to be that powerful! Grandmother should be retired by now, right? She wasn't even supposed to be an onmyouji in the first place! Especially after she had my dad. And here she is, sending out her soul at night to fight ayakashi! I should be strong enough to do it myself, right? So why does she have to--"
Mokkun eyed Masahiro with a smirking gape of his jaws. "I never knew Seimei's grandson was such a whiner," he said. "Your grandmother saved our lives, didn't she? Work harder, Seimei's grandson."
Masahiro's jaws clenched, and his face contorted briefly, but he just grabbed the pillow and shrieked into it. He was learning.
Amatsuki, Benitobi, forexistence
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"You always were better with children, Beni-kun," Kurotobi says, leaning her chin on Beni's shoulder. "The princess doesn't like me, it seems. I wonder why?"
"Perhaps," Beni murmurs, "if you dressed in the attire she is more accustomed to seeing."
Kurotobi pouts and tugs at her hood. "Aww, but Beni-kun, I like it. Don't you like it?"
Beni does; has always been happy that his sister found something to do with herself. It may not be honorable, but Kurotobi has always been willing to do anything to protect him, to protect them, and that once-looming possibility of her selling her body is no longer a threat. He rests his head against Kurotobi's and closes his eyes, perfectly content.
The mask digs into the skin at the base of his throat, but he does not flinch.
Genju no Seiza, Fuuto, forsaccarin
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She's not even aware of it at first; she just knows that Atisha is gone and she's still in the palace, in enemy territory. It's not so surprising that the false Holy King is a boy, really, when she's been saying over and over again that she's a girl, she can't be a king.
Then someone calls Atisha's name and she turns, and just that act is enough. She claps her hands to her breasts.
Flat. Nothing but bone and skin, and, if this is Atisha, he really doesn't eat enough.
"Oh, my god," she moans, because this is something out of a nightmare. "I don't want to be a boy!" Atisha, come back! she thinks desperately, looking around for something, anything-- and all she finds is a mirror that stares back at her with Atisha's equally horrified face. No, seriously, Atisha, where are you? You need to come back! I don't want--
And that's when it occurs to her that she has a penis.
"Kill me now," she says aloud to nobody in particular and lets her head fall forward-- gently-- against the mirror. "Why is this happening to me?"
That, of course, being the worst moment of Fuuto's short and inglorious life, is when the servants come in.
Genderswitch AU drabbles
Tales of Vesperia, Yuri, for
kiwikiwi-
Yuri stopped after the fifth time she'd caught Estellise sneaking a peek in her direction. Gross sewers or not, this was going to have to stop. "Okay, look, whatever it is, just spit it out."
"Spit it out?" Estellise tilted her head. "That doesn't seem very ladylike..."
"No, that's not--" Yuri shook her head. "Never mind. There's something bothering you about me?"
"Oh!" Estellise smiled. It was pretty impossible to stay mad at her, noble or not; she was just so earnest. "I was just thinking that you dress very differently than the ladies in court." She hesitated, then added, "Or the lady knights. It's um-- it's not bad, but--"
Oh, that. Yuri glanced down at herself. "Sometimes it's helpful to distract your enemy."
"Um... distract..." Estellise blushed and looked away. "Oh," she said finally, sounding very small. Then: "Doesn't Flynn--"
"Flynn gets no say in what I wear." Yuri folded her arms over her chest. Not that he hadn't tried. Hanks could bear gleeful witness to the very public arguments ever since puberty about Yuri's lack of modesty and the necessity of breastplates.
Estellise wrung her hands, her face still slightly scrunched. "But isn't he your fiance?"
Yuri choked.
Suikoden Tierkreis, Luo-Tao, for
karayan Spoilers!-
The most annoying thing about Scribes was that they had little to no concept of privacy. Liu yelped and grabbed a blanket from his bed as Luo-Tao slipped into the room, nodding to someone outside the door who had to be Len-Lien. "W-what are you doing?"
Luo-Tao just looked at him with that familiar unchanging expression. Liu pulled the blanket tighter, feeling very, very small and very, very naked. At least Len-Lien was someone who understood Liu, who'd been his friend and respected his wishes when he said that he wanted to be alone. "You got it back."
"Got it back?" Liu repeated, then looked down at himself. "Oh, uh, yeah! So you don't need to worry."
The problem, he reasoned, was that Luo-Tao was just strange, even for a Scribe. Granted, he remembered the Scribes being stodgy and unfair and kind of stupid, but he didn't remember them being emotionless and having super special Chronicle-sensing powers.
Luo-Tao reached out, and, whoa, that was kind of not okay! Liu shrank back, but the bed was in his way and Luo-Tao didn't seem to mind stepping forward. She rested her fingertips on his collarbone and closed her eyes.
"Look," Liu tried, "this-- this is really a bad time, so can you come back later?" Why did Len-Lien even let you in? he wanted to ask. Except now he could feel the Chronicle tingling oddly, and the lump in his throat was back again. "Luo-Tao--"
She stroked her fingertips down his skin, briefly. "I am sorry for your loss," she said finally. "I felt it being used. It's good that it was not you."
"Okay," Liu choked out, because he really couldn't say anything at that point. And then he really was crying, and Luo-Tao was leaning foward, pulling him towards her in an awkward half-embrace.
Suikoden Tierkreis, Roberto, for
cypher-
"Do not be so proud, Roberta," Chrodechild says once, and shame burns hot through Roberta's body. "We all have something yet to learn."
"Surely not you, princess." Roberta looks up at her, at the way she sits straight and proud even on a driftwood log around a campfire because there is no shelter along the river. Chrodechild is who Roberta has looked up to all this time, who others compare her to when they talk about how talented she is at such a young age.
Chrodechild smiles, but it's a sad, fleeting thing. "If I had truly been a master, we would not have had to flee, would we?" Roberta bristles, but before she can protest, Chrodechild starts to speak again. "We must constantly work to improve ourselves. Do not let praise from others stop you."
"Yes, princess!" Roberta tilts her chin up. "I will not fail you tomorrow."
"No, you won't." Chrodechild's smile is more real, this time, and Roberta feels a fierce joy spread out from her chest. She is the only other woman in the Blades, the youngest of all of them, and she will make her princess proud.
Kuroshitsuji, Sebastian, for
branewurms-
The form she takes is male; it doesn't bother her, what names and values humans attach to things. She is nothing but shadow to them, a connoisseur dressing to take part in the tasting of the finest meals. And fine he is, small and delicate and pure, his soul a knot of innocence and hatred and pain.
"You are my dog," he says, and "Stay with me." He is so pitiful, so desperate. It would be so easy for her to flay him open with her claws, to pull out his heart before it stopped beating, to peel the skin from his ribs and watch him bleed out. But he's already bleeding out, already dying slowly, and a proper cook does not rush the process. She feeds him touch and knowledge to staunch the flow, carefully opening him up again with her words when he grows too sure.
"What are you?"
She is everything. She is the mother of countless demons born from scraps of her own self. She was once a lady who kissed the father of her current master.
She smiles, and behind that smile centuries of darkness pass. "I am a demon and a butler."
Kuroshitsuji, Lau, for
inarticulate (:D?)-
"Yaaa, hello, Earl," she says. She tilts her face back to catch the sun, her eyes closed; she looks every bit the free spirit, for all Madam Red knows she is bound by what she is. Her hair is cropped, her breasts bound and impossible to see to all but a doctor's eye. She smells of smoke, of incense and opium; her fingers are long and gentle.
She is confident and sure, and Madam Red wonders if she is truly comfortable in her own skin or if she is only comfortable because it is a man's skin she pretends to wear.
Shounen Onmyouji, Seimei, for
mommy-
"It's not fair." Masahiro buried his head in his arms. "I can't even surpass my grandmother."
Mokkun, in his usual unhelpful manner, flopped on Masahiro's shoulder. "Aaah, how troublesome for you that your grandmother is the most powerful onmyouji that ever existed. It must be hard, so hard, Seimei's grandson."
He did manage to dodge the scroll that Masahiro flung at him, but only just.
"It's not fair at all! Women aren't supposed to be that powerful! Grandmother should be retired by now, right? She wasn't even supposed to be an onmyouji in the first place! Especially after she had my dad. And here she is, sending out her soul at night to fight ayakashi! I should be strong enough to do it myself, right? So why does she have to--"
Mokkun eyed Masahiro with a smirking gape of his jaws. "I never knew Seimei's grandson was such a whiner," he said. "Your grandmother saved our lives, didn't she? Work harder, Seimei's grandson."
Masahiro's jaws clenched, and his face contorted briefly, but he just grabbed the pillow and shrieked into it. He was learning.
Amatsuki, Benitobi, for
existence-
"You always were better with children, Beni-kun," Kurotobi says, leaning her chin on Beni's shoulder. "The princess doesn't like me, it seems. I wonder why?"
"Perhaps," Beni murmurs, "if you dressed in the attire she is more accustomed to seeing."
Kurotobi pouts and tugs at her hood. "Aww, but Beni-kun, I like it. Don't you like it?"
Beni does; has always been happy that his sister found something to do with herself. It may not be honorable, but Kurotobi has always been willing to do anything to protect him, to protect them, and that once-looming possibility of her selling her body is no longer a threat. He rests his head against Kurotobi's and closes his eyes, perfectly content.
The mask digs into the skin at the base of his throat, but he does not flinch.
Genju no Seiza, Fuuto, for
saccarin-
She's not even aware of it at first; she just knows that Atisha is gone and she's still in the palace, in enemy territory. It's not so surprising that the false Holy King is a boy, really, when she's been saying over and over again that she's a girl, she can't be a king.
Then someone calls Atisha's name and she turns, and just that act is enough. She claps her hands to her breasts.
Flat. Nothing but bone and skin, and, if this is Atisha, he really doesn't eat enough.
"Oh, my god," she moans, because this is something out of a nightmare. "I don't want to be a boy!" Atisha, come back! she thinks desperately, looking around for something, anything-- and all she finds is a mirror that stares back at her with Atisha's equally horrified face. No, seriously, Atisha, where are you? You need to come back! I don't want--
And that's when it occurs to her that she has a penis.
"Kill me now," she says aloud to nobody in particular and lets her head fall forward-- gently-- against the mirror. "Why is this happening to me?"
That, of course, being the worst moment of Fuuto's short and inglorious life, is when the servants come in.