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wolfraven80 and sacae for resurrecting this.
I didn't include stuff that was still languishing at the outline form or some of the real self-indulgent crack that is unlikely to ever be published.
Another Piece of Blue, Part Five
[Genfic involving Cain in the postwar government; parts 1-4 of 5 posted.]
Cain had known Draug since the day he’d shown up at court as a seven-year-old page and the outsized nine-year-old had actually been kind to him. The general was one of the least malicious people Cain had ever met, and so Cain could absolve him of starting any of these rumors. But from his demeanor-- the way he shifted from foot to foot as though uncomfortable in his own large frame-- it was obvious that Draug was genuinely bothered by the situation.
Bellflower, Chapter Two
[Genfic involving Maria in FE11, part 1 of 3 posted]
Maria stopped reading right there. Her mind was filled with images from the battle at Knorda Market, of her sister’s dragon coming to earth with a torn and bloodied wing. She remembered the blood-soaked grounds of Castle Deil, of knights from her homeland shot down from the skies by Marth’s archers.
“This is a terrible story,” she said. “I don’t understand what they did that was so wrong.”
She lay there for some time, feeling uncomfortable and upset with herself, and her dreams that night were very strange.
Dark Sun of Desire, Chapter Whatever
[Dark!fic involving Nyna, Zeke, and Teeta in Valencia. Two parts posted.]
Niena looked down at her hands and willed them to stop trembling. There was no reason whatsoever the topic of the Capella Islands, whatever they were, should make her alarmed. But Alm, with the sheer tactlessness of the young, dragged her into the conversation directly.
“Niena, you come from Archanea. Did you ever see King Marth?”
Distant Light, Chapter Two:
[“Kinda-sorta genfic” involving Merric in FE11. Part 1 of 3 posted.]
Lena played her part expertly. She stepped forward, a demure cleric to the last detail, her red hair shimmering in the torchlight and a staff clasped in her white fingers. It was a ruse-- the holy powers inside that slender frame repelled dark magic the way the plate armor of a general stood up to a blade. Merric, crouched in the shadows, got his first true glimpse of the Dark Pontifex as the sorcerer drew near to Lena. To look at him now, it was shocking to think this creature had ever walked the bustling streets of Khadein, that he had ever slept in a dormitory or sat at a desk in a classroom.
The Education of Maria, Chapter One:
[Four-part attempt at showing Maria’s development as a healer during FE11, with a motive how showing how she might develop the nerve and skill to pull off the Michalis rescue. Unposted.]
For a moment, the boy pales, and Maria sees a scattering of freckles across his nose and cheeks. Then he buries his face in both hands.
“You might have been kinder, sister,” Maria says as Minerva leads her away.
“The world is full of grief. He has no right to waste your time.”
Enhanced:
[An alternate attempt at Challenge 008, featuring the Seventh Platoon screwing around during FE12.]
It looked innocent enough, corked inside of its bottle. It was pretty, in a way-- the contents had settled into five or so layers, with something light and golden floating on top and something green and syrupy down at the bottom. The layers tilted to make a play of color as Chris held the bottle to the torchlight.
“Is it safe?” Rody thought someone needed to ask the question.
In Plain Sight:
[The little!Caeda story; takes place prior to FE11]
“The most convincing lie is the one that’s not a lie at all,” her father had said.
Jack of Hearts:
[FE3 western inspired by Bob Dylan]
“Can you kindly tell me, friend, what time the show begins?”
“Same as it does every Saturday, stranger,” said the lanky one, and while he had the sardonic air of an experienced man, he still had the smooth face of a greenhorn. He looked at Zeke with eyes the color of true jade-- wary eyes, neither friendly nor hostile. “You’re coming into town? Anyone with any sense has already left it.”
Legacy of Light (The Mary Sue Story):
[Zoraya, daughter of Eirika and Saleh, does Mary Sue stuff for Challenge 010]
“Zoraya? Where are you? It’s time for your sword practice.”
Life As a Bowl of Cherries:
[More clowning around with the Seventh Platoon.]
“I’m a knight, not a delivery boy.” He sure hoped nobody caught him tripping through the camp carrying this dainty little basket. If Chris or Cecil saw him, he was catching hell and no doubt about it.
Lucky Horseshoes, Chapter Four:
[Norne in FE12; part one is posted]
Gordin and Norne ended up linked in everyone’s minds, the same as Abel and Cain, and it ended up being a good thing for Norne. When held up against Gordin, it was easy to be seen as gutsy and self-reliant.
No Saint to Follow, Chapter Ten:
[Serious take on Melissa in FE3; four chapters up at present.]
She saw the sword not with her eyes, but with her magic. A well-used weapon had, if not a true soul, at least some essence of its own, the way a home or a temple might acquire its own personality.
Noli Me Tangere:
[Hardin-centric thing set during the Grust and Macedon chapters of FE11]
“I am so deeply sorry about General Camus.”
“Ah?” Hardin supposed it was a normal response in young women; Camus was-- had been-- young and fair and dashing, after all.
Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal, Chapter Eight:
[Cracked-out take on Melissa after FE12. This snippet contains spoilers for the ‘fic and its fic-verse]
“Papa, what’s that word?”
“Jurisprudence. It’s... er... the philosophy of laws.”
Lizabet nodded as though concepts like “law” and “philosophy” made perfect sense to her. Caeda smiled at her daughter’s antics and continued to ply her needle until she heard Lizabet’s sweet chirp inquire as to what a “gibbet” might be, at which point she decided to interrupt.
Safe:
[Oh, look. A Hector/Lyn story]
Lyn surprised him; she kept to a litter, hiding behind its curtains like some fine ladies whose delicate sensibilities couldn’t stand the filth and disorder of travel. He’d half expected her to ride forth with Lilina strapped to her back, and Hector wasn’t sure if he was glad or sorry that she hadn’t.
Song for a Fallen Kingdom:
[Unified Kingdom story revolving around Cain and the battle at Menidy River (the one where everyone else died)]
“What is His Majesty thinking?” Cain put the question to Nathan as soon as they retired to their tent. “What’s the purpose of filling all our heads with those horrible images tonight?”
Cain always had been taught that, prior to a battle, the proper inspirational material would be something out of the Anri Saga, or perhaps the ancient tales of the Bard of Lenster. One should never dwell on images of death or defeat-- it would be as a curse on the next day’s outcome.
“I believe His Majesty is warning us all of the price of our failure, Cain.” Nathan’s expression was mild as ever, though his eyes were uncommonly serious. “If we fail to break the siege at Pales, it won’t just be the death of the Holy Kingdom. Altea will be swallowed up in our wake.”
Speak No Treason:
[Astram, FE3]
“You have heard their names and may fear them by reputation. Know this. These men and women who fell upon our comrades without warning are no heroes. They are not even knights, for by their actions all their grand titles are forfeit. These are liars and oathbreakers, deserters who have betrayed the trust our sacred empress placed upon them.”
Some cracky thing currently called “Tactician Elice” (shining_valor is to blame):
By the time she lived out her first century, Elice was bored with magic.
Teardrop on the Fire:
[My present attempt at my definitive statement on Marth and Caeda after the wars.]
Beauty fades. Already, when she takes stock of her own reflection, she thinks something is missing. Caeda sees her face as smooth but unremarkable; her mouth is too pale, her brows too straight. Then again, she supposes she is fortunate to have come through the wars with both eyes and all of her teeth. If the last few years have left her both a little more and a little less than she used to be, than she might have been-- well, how could it not?
To Freely Serve, Chapter Eight:
[Norne in FE11. Three chapters posted.]
“What is all that screaming about?” Draug had an uncommonly cross look on his face.
“It’s that daft little pickpocket,” she replied. “He’s sick unto death from eating too many unripe berries. Sister Lena’s tending to him, and sorry I am for her.”
“Ah.” The cross look smoothed out before Norne had finished speaking. “Well, he is a but a child.”
“Child. Well, there’s children, and there’s blasted little fools.”
Trinity, Part Two:
[Zeke’s past, present, and future. Chapter 1 of 5 posted.]
“You don’t fear the dragons, General Zeke?”
“They are no more real dragons than the zombies we fight are men of skill and cunning.”
“Real dragons?”
In his heart, Zeke knows he has seen dragons. Dragon Mountain holds no terrors for him.
When Mila Walked the Land, Chapter Seven:
[Archanea/Magvel crossover with a supposed point to it all. One chapter of ten posted.]
The prince of Renais brought with him more questions than answers. He made little attempt to learn the common tongue of Archanea, and relied on his sister to translate. What information they did get out of him wasn’t especially helpful; Ephraim, it seemed, had demands for his hosts, most of which involved being sent back to Magi Varl.
“He says... time has been... lost? Time is lost, and our battles are....” Eirika shook her head as the words eluded her. “Our battles are trouble. Give us gold and weapons to pay back.”
At first, Lara thought that Ephraim asked for a loan that he intended to repay at some later date. She realized, after a moment’s consideration, that the prince was actually demanding aid in compensation for his lost time and inconvenience.
Wandering Planets:
[Cain/Catria, Unified Kingdom story. Waaaaay post-war.]
Marquess Menidy brings his mysterious bride. Her hair is sleek now, her face filled out considerably, yet Cain knows her on sight.
“My lady princess. It is a pleasure to see you again.”
“I’ve no idea as to what ‘lady princess’ you might be referring to, Your Excellency,” she says, mischief sparkling in her half-veiled eyes.
Cain shoots a look at Menidy, whose narrow face is split by a most ridiculous smile..
No, I haven't started the Ranma mash-up yet. Been busy.
wolfraven80 and sacae for resurrecting this.I didn't include stuff that was still languishing at the outline form or some of the real self-indulgent crack that is unlikely to ever be published.
Another Piece of Blue, Part Five
[Genfic involving Cain in the postwar government; parts 1-4 of 5 posted.]
Cain had known Draug since the day he’d shown up at court as a seven-year-old page and the outsized nine-year-old had actually been kind to him. The general was one of the least malicious people Cain had ever met, and so Cain could absolve him of starting any of these rumors. But from his demeanor-- the way he shifted from foot to foot as though uncomfortable in his own large frame-- it was obvious that Draug was genuinely bothered by the situation.
Bellflower, Chapter Two
[Genfic involving Maria in FE11, part 1 of 3 posted]
Maria stopped reading right there. Her mind was filled with images from the battle at Knorda Market, of her sister’s dragon coming to earth with a torn and bloodied wing. She remembered the blood-soaked grounds of Castle Deil, of knights from her homeland shot down from the skies by Marth’s archers.
“This is a terrible story,” she said. “I don’t understand what they did that was so wrong.”
She lay there for some time, feeling uncomfortable and upset with herself, and her dreams that night were very strange.
Dark Sun of Desire, Chapter Whatever
[Dark!fic involving Nyna, Zeke, and Teeta in Valencia. Two parts posted.]
Niena looked down at her hands and willed them to stop trembling. There was no reason whatsoever the topic of the Capella Islands, whatever they were, should make her alarmed. But Alm, with the sheer tactlessness of the young, dragged her into the conversation directly.
“Niena, you come from Archanea. Did you ever see King Marth?”
Distant Light, Chapter Two:
[“Kinda-sorta genfic” involving Merric in FE11. Part 1 of 3 posted.]
Lena played her part expertly. She stepped forward, a demure cleric to the last detail, her red hair shimmering in the torchlight and a staff clasped in her white fingers. It was a ruse-- the holy powers inside that slender frame repelled dark magic the way the plate armor of a general stood up to a blade. Merric, crouched in the shadows, got his first true glimpse of the Dark Pontifex as the sorcerer drew near to Lena. To look at him now, it was shocking to think this creature had ever walked the bustling streets of Khadein, that he had ever slept in a dormitory or sat at a desk in a classroom.
The Education of Maria, Chapter One:
[Four-part attempt at showing Maria’s development as a healer during FE11, with a motive how showing how she might develop the nerve and skill to pull off the Michalis rescue. Unposted.]
For a moment, the boy pales, and Maria sees a scattering of freckles across his nose and cheeks. Then he buries his face in both hands.
“You might have been kinder, sister,” Maria says as Minerva leads her away.
“The world is full of grief. He has no right to waste your time.”
Enhanced:
[An alternate attempt at Challenge 008, featuring the Seventh Platoon screwing around during FE12.]
It looked innocent enough, corked inside of its bottle. It was pretty, in a way-- the contents had settled into five or so layers, with something light and golden floating on top and something green and syrupy down at the bottom. The layers tilted to make a play of color as Chris held the bottle to the torchlight.
“Is it safe?” Rody thought someone needed to ask the question.
In Plain Sight:
[The little!Caeda story; takes place prior to FE11]
“The most convincing lie is the one that’s not a lie at all,” her father had said.
Jack of Hearts:
[FE3 western inspired by Bob Dylan]
“Can you kindly tell me, friend, what time the show begins?”
“Same as it does every Saturday, stranger,” said the lanky one, and while he had the sardonic air of an experienced man, he still had the smooth face of a greenhorn. He looked at Zeke with eyes the color of true jade-- wary eyes, neither friendly nor hostile. “You’re coming into town? Anyone with any sense has already left it.”
Legacy of Light (The Mary Sue Story):
[Zoraya, daughter of Eirika and Saleh, does Mary Sue stuff for Challenge 010]
“Zoraya? Where are you? It’s time for your sword practice.”
Life As a Bowl of Cherries:
[More clowning around with the Seventh Platoon.]
“I’m a knight, not a delivery boy.” He sure hoped nobody caught him tripping through the camp carrying this dainty little basket. If Chris or Cecil saw him, he was catching hell and no doubt about it.
Lucky Horseshoes, Chapter Four:
[Norne in FE12; part one is posted]
Gordin and Norne ended up linked in everyone’s minds, the same as Abel and Cain, and it ended up being a good thing for Norne. When held up against Gordin, it was easy to be seen as gutsy and self-reliant.
No Saint to Follow, Chapter Ten:
[Serious take on Melissa in FE3; four chapters up at present.]
She saw the sword not with her eyes, but with her magic. A well-used weapon had, if not a true soul, at least some essence of its own, the way a home or a temple might acquire its own personality.
Noli Me Tangere:
[Hardin-centric thing set during the Grust and Macedon chapters of FE11]
“I am so deeply sorry about General Camus.”
“Ah?” Hardin supposed it was a normal response in young women; Camus was-- had been-- young and fair and dashing, after all.
Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal, Chapter Eight:
[Cracked-out take on Melissa after FE12. This snippet contains spoilers for the ‘fic and its fic-verse]
“Papa, what’s that word?”
“Jurisprudence. It’s... er... the philosophy of laws.”
Lizabet nodded as though concepts like “law” and “philosophy” made perfect sense to her. Caeda smiled at her daughter’s antics and continued to ply her needle until she heard Lizabet’s sweet chirp inquire as to what a “gibbet” might be, at which point she decided to interrupt.
Safe:
[Oh, look. A Hector/Lyn story]
Lyn surprised him; she kept to a litter, hiding behind its curtains like some fine ladies whose delicate sensibilities couldn’t stand the filth and disorder of travel. He’d half expected her to ride forth with Lilina strapped to her back, and Hector wasn’t sure if he was glad or sorry that she hadn’t.
Song for a Fallen Kingdom:
[Unified Kingdom story revolving around Cain and the battle at Menidy River (the one where everyone else died)]
“What is His Majesty thinking?” Cain put the question to Nathan as soon as they retired to their tent. “What’s the purpose of filling all our heads with those horrible images tonight?”
Cain always had been taught that, prior to a battle, the proper inspirational material would be something out of the Anri Saga, or perhaps the ancient tales of the Bard of Lenster. One should never dwell on images of death or defeat-- it would be as a curse on the next day’s outcome.
“I believe His Majesty is warning us all of the price of our failure, Cain.” Nathan’s expression was mild as ever, though his eyes were uncommonly serious. “If we fail to break the siege at Pales, it won’t just be the death of the Holy Kingdom. Altea will be swallowed up in our wake.”
Speak No Treason:
[Astram, FE3]
“You have heard their names and may fear them by reputation. Know this. These men and women who fell upon our comrades without warning are no heroes. They are not even knights, for by their actions all their grand titles are forfeit. These are liars and oathbreakers, deserters who have betrayed the trust our sacred empress placed upon them.”
Some cracky thing currently called “Tactician Elice” (
shining_valor is to blame):By the time she lived out her first century, Elice was bored with magic.
Teardrop on the Fire:
[My present attempt at my definitive statement on Marth and Caeda after the wars.]
Beauty fades. Already, when she takes stock of her own reflection, she thinks something is missing. Caeda sees her face as smooth but unremarkable; her mouth is too pale, her brows too straight. Then again, she supposes she is fortunate to have come through the wars with both eyes and all of her teeth. If the last few years have left her both a little more and a little less than she used to be, than she might have been-- well, how could it not?
To Freely Serve, Chapter Eight:
[Norne in FE11. Three chapters posted.]
“What is all that screaming about?” Draug had an uncommonly cross look on his face.
“It’s that daft little pickpocket,” she replied. “He’s sick unto death from eating too many unripe berries. Sister Lena’s tending to him, and sorry I am for her.”
“Ah.” The cross look smoothed out before Norne had finished speaking. “Well, he is a but a child.”
“Child. Well, there’s children, and there’s blasted little fools.”
Trinity, Part Two:
[Zeke’s past, present, and future. Chapter 1 of 5 posted.]
“You don’t fear the dragons, General Zeke?”
“They are no more real dragons than the zombies we fight are men of skill and cunning.”
“Real dragons?”
In his heart, Zeke knows he has seen dragons. Dragon Mountain holds no terrors for him.
When Mila Walked the Land, Chapter Seven:
[Archanea/Magvel crossover with a supposed point to it all. One chapter of ten posted.]
The prince of Renais brought with him more questions than answers. He made little attempt to learn the common tongue of Archanea, and relied on his sister to translate. What information they did get out of him wasn’t especially helpful; Ephraim, it seemed, had demands for his hosts, most of which involved being sent back to Magi Varl.
“He says... time has been... lost? Time is lost, and our battles are....” Eirika shook her head as the words eluded her. “Our battles are trouble. Give us gold and weapons to pay back.”
At first, Lara thought that Ephraim asked for a loan that he intended to repay at some later date. She realized, after a moment’s consideration, that the prince was actually demanding aid in compensation for his lost time and inconvenience.
Wandering Planets:
[Cain/Catria, Unified Kingdom story. Waaaaay post-war.]
Marquess Menidy brings his mysterious bride. Her hair is sleek now, her face filled out considerably, yet Cain knows her on sight.
“My lady princess. It is a pleasure to see you again.”
“I’ve no idea as to what ‘lady princess’ you might be referring to, Your Excellency,” she says, mischief sparkling in her half-veiled eyes.
Cain shoots a look at Menidy, whose narrow face is split by a most ridiculous smile..
No, I haven't started the Ranma mash-up yet. Been busy.
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Date: 2010-09-25 07:37 pm (UTC)so much better
about my infinite pile of WIP. I'm glad you have almost as many or more than I do. HAHAHA.
But seriously, the western. I need to read that. Also, Life As a Bowl of Cherries sounds fun. P: Obviously the Mary Sue story. (Basically everything.)
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Date: 2010-09-26 12:29 pm (UTC)Every time I look at the file for "Jack of Hearts," I'm dismayed anew by how little text is in it. Because I my head I know how it's supposed to go...
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Date: 2010-09-25 08:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-26 12:32 pm (UTC)Little!Caeda 'fic has an adorable scene involving falconry that I will be doing "research" for at the Ren Faire today. As for Chris... the best way to take him down a notch or seven is, IMO, just to write him as a normal dude.
Thanks!
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Date: 2010-09-25 11:09 pm (UTC)And do I spy a George/Minerva cameo in that last one there? Whee! :D
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Date: 2010-09-26 03:54 am (UTC)Yeah, speaking of WIP fics
YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.
I've been dangling on the edge of a cliff for months. /noogies
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Date: 2010-09-26 12:34 pm (UTC)Yep. That scene was the genesis of the pairing, actually. I stalled out on the WIP because of its scope and decided to give George and Minerva their own story. :)
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Date: 2010-09-26 06:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-27 02:08 am (UTC)"Dark Sun" I was feeling kind of weird about thanks to FE12 and it's characterization issues, but part of me says, "Fuck FE12."
Little Caeda should be very cute. I hope so, anyway.
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Date: 2010-09-27 02:29 am (UTC)Listen to it. LISTEN.