My collab art for @caffeineivore ‘s fic for 2018′s Senshi x Shitennou Mini-Bang Challenge! It's my first time to join and I am amazed and glad that I did with all of these talented and dedicated folks. Thank you, @ssminibang mods and @caffeineivore for having me and being so awesome and patient with me.
Characters/ships: Aino Minako, Kunzite, Mizuno Ami, Zoisite, Kino Makoto, Nephrite, Hino Rei, Jadeite, Tenoh Haruka, Kaiou Michiru
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Summary: The Starbucks on the university campus is a crowded hub of activity and is open 24 hours, and fall semester just began. A series of interconnected stories and interactions set at Starbucks: Love Actually meets Senshi/Shitennou meets college-town cafe AU. The season's inaugural pumpkin spice latte has nothing on the heart-pounding sweetness of first love.
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Hello! This is some original fic for @caffeineivore, since she donated as part of my fic drive. This is a snippet out of a whole big world of mine that we just affectionately refer to as ‘Highlanders.’ If she ever mentions “h6″ this is that.
When Liam had been given the opportunity to travel to Spain, his head had been full of grand ideas. He imagined immersing himself in the culture, learning all that he could while abroad. He had dreamt of seeing how the fine rapiers were made, perhaps even get a taste of Spanish fencing. The food, the people, the history!
Instead he was a glorified nanny to his two idiot friends.
Muttering a few choice curses he had picked up from Lachlan, Liam sighed and scrubbed at his face with both hands. Wondering how in the name of God he had lost both of them. At the same time. Or rather, how they had both managed to get lost at the same time?
“They’re both grown,” he said to himself. “Is it really my fault if they get lost in the Spanish countryside for the rest of their lives?”
Although he doubted it would be a very warm welcome back home if he returned without the laird to be. No matter how much of a fool he was. And there was no doubt in his mind that Marianne would murder him if he forget to bring Finn home. Leaving them to their own devices was not the answer, however tempting it may be. Unfortunately.
Liam sighed to himself and started to retrace his path through the streets of Santander in hopes of finding Eamon and Finn, since he had little hope either of them would manage to find their way back to La Casa de Maria on their own. Liam made his way through the market, assuming he would find Finn gorging himself on chocolate confections and attempting to count out the correct currency, but surprisingly Finn was nowhere in sight.
With a careful eye, Liam did his best to try to spot his friend, but the odds of hiding a giant blond highlander that more closely resembled a norse viking were slim to none. This obviously meant Liam’s search would not be an easy one.
As the cries from the hockers in the market grew fainter, the brightly colored booths and myriad of trinkets a dim memory, Liam found himself near where the established shops were. Laundresses, seamstresses, lacemakers, and every other textile one could imagine. Here is where he found Finn, set upon by a gaggle of young women who seemed to work for one of the lacemakers as he could hear the bobbins clacking inside the building behind them.
Finn appeared to be a little overwhelmed by the attention, stuttering through his replies in a mixture of English and Spanish. That, however, didn’t seem to deter the young ladies, all of whom appeared to be quite taken with the idea of a strapping young Scotsman.
Wide grey-blue eyes met Liam’s over the dark heads of hair. Finn grasped his moment for escape with both hands, and he started to brush passed the young ladies, still using a mixture of Spanish and English.
“My friend, uh, mi amigo? We… vamos? Adiós!” He made leap toward Liam, grabbed his shoulder and all but ran from the gaggle of now sad young women.
“What happened?” Liam asked once they were far enough away.
“I don’t know.” Finn shrugged. “I was trying to get back to the market, so I asked one of those lasses. Then she waved over her friend, who waved over another friend. I don’t think they’d ever seen a Scotsman before.”
“Aye, you’re such a novelty.” Liam rolled his eyes. Of course Finn missed all the doe eyes and swooning.
“Where’s Eamon?”
“I was hoping you knew?”
“No, I thought he was with you!”
Liam sighed, shoulders sagging. “Back to my search. Come on, Finn. At least you’re another set of eyes.”
Surprisingly, it didn’t take them all that long to find Eamon. They traveled up a few of the side streets and stumbled across him quite by accident. In fact they likely would have passed him by if not for his loud, and rather pathetic, hollar in their direction.
Turning as one, Liam and Finn came upon the sight of their friend and future laird, soaking wet and sprawled in a rather gangly fashion in a large wash tub. It obviously belonged to one of the laundresses, judging by the washboard and laundry hanging beyond it. Although no one else was in sight save Eamon.
Small mercies, Liam thought.
“Should I ask what happened?”
“I’d rather you didn’t,” Eamon moaned. He attempted to get up only to slip back into the tub, sloshing water all over the cobblestones. It was all Liam could do not to laugh. Finn, however, was not to tactful, letting out a loud bark of laughter at his friend’s plight.
“Stop laughing and help me out, you mithering bawbag!”
“Since you asked so nicely….” Finn was still giggling as he helped pull Eamon from his watery prison.
Sopping wet, Eamon much resembled a drowned rat as he attempted to shake out of the water from his boots and wring out the ends of his shirt. He seemed to be trying hard not to pout, although when he was upset it just seemed to be what his face did. For better or worse.
Liam was still struggling not to laugh.
“Can we go now?” Eamon asked miserably, brushing back his wet hair from his face only to have it fall back into his eyes.
“I’d like to know how you got in this predicament. Usually you save your baths for private.” Liam tilted his head.
“It’s a long story.” Eamon sniffed, a little haughty.
“Can’t be that long, you’ve not been out of my sight for more than an hour.”
“I’ll tell you once I’m dry. Now, let’s go so that I may change.” Eamon was trying for politeness, most likely because he knew the more he pushed the more resistance he would meet, however the pinpricks of pink starting in the center of his cheeks gave away his annoyance. And embarrassment.
Liam decided to take pity on his friend, and nodded. “Fine, I’ll lead the way back to Maria’s. Come along you numpties.”
He visibly relaxed at that, falling in line with Finn as Liam started steering them up the street.
“Eamon? Doesn’t Emilia work around here?”
“Does she?” Eamon’s voice hitched up.
“Aye, I think so.”
“I didn’t know.” Eamon’s voice was still unusually high, and casting wary glances over his shoulder.
“It wasn’t another ‘misunderstanding’ was it?” Liam cocked an eyebrow.
“Was what?” Eamon’s eyes were wide, dark brows inching up his forehead.
Looking back down the street, Liam just happened to catch a glimpse of a brightly colored skirt and a long braid of dark hair. Emilia wasn’t actively watching them leave, but she was certainly aware of it.
“Never mind,” Liam said with a shake of his head. He couldn’t imagine how horribly Eamon had mangled his Spanish in order to earn being shoved into a tub of dirty laundry water, but at this point he wasn’t shocked by it.
One day Emilia was probably going to kill Eamon, and Liam wasn’t entirely sure he would stop her.
1. Sunrise: Her fingers curled, intertwined with his, and as the chilly wind came up from the city she huddled closer into his side and admired the strength in those hands, the gentleness -- a more perfect counterpart to her own virtues, she couldn't even imagine... but then he belched, and Makoto buried her face in Neph's shoulder to muffle the giggles: she was stuck with the vices, too.
2. Rivalry: Minako honestly couldn't think of it as anything but a long-running competition: which of them would he find prettier, which would he find more clever, which would he find more appealing to cuddle into the wee small hours or fuck silly in the back of a cab, whether golden-blonde hair or strawberry blond was better.
3. Quip: Bon mots and one-liners were all well and good, but Jadeite was so assured of his superiority in wars of wit with Nephrite, or with Zoisite -- I mean who would try to dig Kunzite with a little shiv-joke but Endy, and he just made dad jokes -- that he never saw it coming when Rei dropped her tac nuke of a quip in response to his bitching about court: "I'm surprised you find it boring when all you ever do is watch decolletage."
4. Steadfast: Water was her element, fluid and changing and endlessly flexible, and counterintuitively, that was exactly what she needed to match his flickering transformative fire-- nothing else would allow Ami to remain rock-solid and steady, as frustrated by his impulse and vacillation as she was, in her patient love for the intelligence and care -- the mind and soul and... okay, OKAY the BODY -- of that green-eyed jackass.
5. Hypothetical: "Yes but /even in theory/," Mamoru insisted, splaying his fingertips across the tabletop as he leaned over it, looking like he was about to shoot a laser cannon of nerdrage at Neil, "given a hypothetical reincarnation where she doesn't even MEET him, OR Usa, and an actively implausible situation -- I mean what the fuck 'stuck in an elevator at the end of the world with her and not wearing any clothes' is not a me thing it's a you thing -- you're /still/ completely and profoundly wrong, because I would /still not fuck her/, that would be like Usako and Kazuo... /spooning/!"
Because it seemed no matter how hard he tried or hoped or wished, he and the Lady Mars would always end up in a room together. Just the two of them. Then inevitably he would say or do something she seemed hell bent on misconstruing, which then would lead to a sniping comment from her, and a sarcastic quip from him, and before either of them knew what was happening they were arguing.
Then she would eventually flounce off in a huff, either having won their inconsequential fight, or to simply ensure she had the last word in order to declare herself the winner. It didn’t really matter which it was since no matter what the outcome was, he always came out feeling like a loser.
Oh, sure, he enjoyed the verbal sparring. She was intelligent with a quick wit and a biting tongue, and he could really only appreciate that fact. Although he would appreciate it more were it not always directed at him.
The real problem, which he had known from the start, was that he didn’t really want to fight with her. Challenging her was always interesting, but if he had to leave that behind he would do so in an instant. What he really wanted to do was something he could never. No matter how much he thought about it, or dreamt of it, or wished for it. He knew it would never be able to kiss her.
“What?” The word came out as a hiss and Lord Jadeite froze, stared down into startled violet eyes.
“Did I say that out loud?”
“You did.”
Panic rose up and gripped his throat, nearly strangling him. His eyes darted around the room, casting about for something -- anything -- that might save him from this predicament. Unfortunately he found nothing that would save him.
“I.. uh...” He was trying to make his brain work, he could play it off perhaps? A joke. Though that seemed cruel. A misunderstanding? He so lost in thought he was wholly unprepared for what she said next. Not that he ever would have ever been prepared.
“Then why haven't you kissed me yet?”
He let his wide eyed gaze snap up to hers. He blinked, then swallowed. “Is that an option?”
“No!” she said quickly. Then she paused, looked bashfully at her feet. It was so uncharacteristic, he wasn’t entirely sure what to make of it at first. “Maybe?” her voice lilted, creepy upward toward the end of the word. “Do you really want to?”
Wetting his lips absently, he eyed her askance. “Is there an answer to this that ensures I keep all my limbs attached to my person?”
“I am not going to maim you.” She rolled her eyes toward the ceiling. “I just want an answer. The truth. Now.”
“Yes,” was his swift reply.
She took a step forward, partially a challenge, partially an invitation. He mirrored her, coming close enough to feel the warmth that naturally radiated off of her. She tilted her head back to look him in the eye, it did nothing to diminish her proud stance as she arched a slim raven brow at him.
“Well?” she said, again a challenge as well as an invitation.
“If I do kiss you, do you promise not to incinerate me where I stand?”
“Depends,” she said, a teasing - and enchanting, beguiling, charming -- smile graced her beautiful face. He had never seen it before, and he decided he liked it very much.
“On what exactly?”
“On whether it’s a good kiss or not.”
He laughed, a short, nervous bark. “No pressure then, perfect,” he said with a grin.
She probably had a retort ready, something clever and witting and biting. Her lips were parted slightly with the start of it, drawn into a cupid-bow pout. Instead of letting her say whatever it was, he bent his head and kissed her.
When they broke apart, she didn’t immediately set aflame. So he thought it must have been a good kiss. When she rocked up onto her toes to press her lips to his again, he knew it wasn’t a good kiss. It was a great kiss.
caffeineivore replied to your post: nelsynoo replied to your post: ...
… I pop two Excedrin and put in a heat pad and then haul heavy boxes at the coal mine. It distracts me from the pain?
AND MY POINT STANDS. Not only would you be able to kick everyone’s ass in the apocalypse you’d also be hangry af.
I now want to write a story with a heroine who inadvertently saves the entire human race from disaster because the world had gone to shit and she just wanted a GOD DAMN STEAK
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caffeineivore replied to your post “So hey. How’s everyone doing? Y’all got any fun stories or happy news?...”
I bought cookies from the cookie place that carries such concoctions as Nutella stuffed peanut butter chocolate chip cookies, etc. I sent a picture of the cookie box to the Lost Child, who was off that night, before heading out to the coal mine Friday night. Knew that I was in for a rough night so if I had to suffer, so did he. A dozen angry texts later, I have exactly zero regrets.
BWHAHAHAHA in a world of flux, where things change at the drop of a hat, it’s good to know one thing is constant: Lost Child’s need for feed. LOL
