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[gwynedd]

Hey. Hey you. Fuckin' meme time.

Fic prompts, ten words-ish, 'the', 'a', 'an' doesn't count blah blah blah words. I'll do any RP (yes that includes QN), Ace Attorney, Tales of Abyss/Vesperia/Symphonia (the first one), maybe Gundam Wing, Trigun, Girl Genius or anything you know I know but I can't think of right this moment. Edit: LIKE HETALIA

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Yuri/Uni, theskytides-verse

1. Angst

When he found out the first thing he did was step away. The glass jars she kept in the infirmary looked too easy to break.

Two tables and four chairs later he hunched over in the silence of his room, fists grasping at empty air, and tried not to think about why. It had been too much to expect for her to trust him.

He'd hoped for it anyway.


2. AU (mafia!AU?)

His gaze met hers over the car's rolled down window, and Uni found herself holding her breath.

"You shouldn't," she began, nonsensically. "It's--"

He smirked and looked past her to address her driver. "Take her home," he said, slipping his gun out of its holster. "I'll handle this."


3. Crack!fic

"I don't... understand," she said slowly.

He sighed. Maybe he should have expected this. "It's complicated," he said. "Trust me."

Uni looked dubious, but she obeyed anyway. She always did.

Five hours later, when he woke up, clad in frilly petticoats, an even frillier dress, and cat ears, of all things, tied to a mast back to back with Jabu, he began to wish he hadn't asked for one of Uni's sedatives in the first place.


4. Crossover (...fairy tale? IDK)

She's a girl made out of snow and he wonders if she'll melt when he touches her.

But then she wakes up and looks at him, and he can't help but look back.


5. First time

For all the cool professionalism that marks her work, she's always been afraid of contact. The first time she does so she thinks he's asleep, and he cracks an eye open to glimpse slender white fingers hovering over his face just before they gently brush against his cheek.


6. Fluff

She's not used to kindness. Not real kindness, not affection for its own sake. He can tell all too easily: she's always cool and calm and never says no, but when he thanks her she always acts a little surprised, as if she's not sure what to do with his gratitude.

So he decides to show her, instead. One morning she appears at his quarters, a white kitten in her arms and confusion written all over her face.

"Sir," she says. Then stops on the verge of saying something, blinks up at him. "That is--" another pause, "--I am not sure if one would be allowed to--"

"Go ahead," he says, feigning indifference even though deep inside he can't help feeling warm at the way her hands are already getting used to cradling the little cat, "keep it."

A few days later he happens to pass by the infirmary. The door is ajar, and when he peeks in he sees her slumped over her desk, asleep, the kitten nestled against her cheek. Yuri smiles and walks on.


7. Humor

"Sir, it's--"

"I told you, just Yuri."

Uni opened and closed her mouth several times, but no sound came out.

"It's not that hard to say."

"Um," she said intelligently. A flustered pause. "You're not supposed to--"

Whether or not he was supposed to didn't matter; he had work to do, so he stood up anyway. A crash. She bent over his prone form, doing her best not to wring her hands. "I was trying to say-- please do not attempt to move until you recover, sir, I've been telling you--"

"Maybe I'll remember to stay in bed," he grinned, "if you remember my name."

She stared at him, the paleness of her face slowly turning a rather pleasing shade of red.


8. Hurt/Comfort

She'd tried to blame herself. He wouldn't let her -- he twisted the dagger from her hand and held her as she wept. When she calmed down she bandaged the cuts on his fingers, her tears marking the gauze she used to wrap the wounds.

"I'm sorry," she whispered as she cradled his hands in hers, over and over again. For each time she apologized he shook his head, repeated the words.

It's all right.


9. Smut

He overwhelms and frightens and fascinates and compels and, kissing him, Uni feels like drowning. She shouldn't-- she belongs to another, she knows, but he's so warm and she can't say no to someone she's sworn to serve and he makes her feel. Just feel. When he cups her cheek in a callused hand and murmurs her name, she wonders if she can forget all those other things. Even if it's just for a little while.


10. UST

It's not wrong, is it, to wonder about what her laughter would sound like?