Circle/Artist: Kancodori no Sumika
Characters: Tyki, Miranda, Road
Pairing: Tyki/Miranda and one-sided Road/Tyki
Genre: Adorable, smidge of angst
Rating: PG-13 for some blood
Scanner: Unknown; if you know who scanned this, please let us know!
Description: Tyki and Miranda find within each other a kindred spirit, but their budding romance is cut short as Road's jealousy rises.
This is also my first time using LJ, so if the cut doesn't work, tell me. >.<
Title: Everything Good Comes in Threes
Pairing: Lenalee X Miranda X Allen (14th, too)
( Lenalee and Miranda had decided that poker wasn't the only thing Cross taught Allen. )
( Translation )
I don't mind if anyone uses or reposts my translation, as long as you credit me (as Kumori/symbolism_egg.
I've also translated a few of the Noah Clan stories from the anthology recently posted by chidorita, but I'm going to wait until I've translated more to post them. (Time permitting.)
Warnings: Nude imagery.
Summary: Miranda never thought of herself as someone's muse. Froi Tiedoll.
Warnings: Blood and (impending) character deaths.
Summary: Miranda can no longer hang onto time. Akuma.
Find them both here. Enjoy and feedback is greatly appreciated. Happy Birthday, Miranda!
Miranda-centric, 17 pages (~3Mb). G. No warnings or spoilers. Fake cut!
( Don't make doors that open out into the street that way, it's bad for the children )
There isn't enough Miranda fanart, you guys! Don't make me have to do more, it'll be awful for everyone.
Summary: She recognised that gait. That was the gait of a complete and utter coffee addict and one of the reasons for her own increased door-to-face collisions in the early hours of the morning.
Entitled: Mistress of Denial
Fandom: D. Gray Man
Length: 2,000 words
Setting: Several years post-canon
Disclaimer: I do not own D. Gray Man.
Summary: Demand or deny, this is eternity in the making. — Miranda, Road
( “I can’t believe no one thought of you until now,” Road said thoughtfully, “I mean, the flashy weapons are always so impressive—Allen with that lovely arm, Lenalee evolving to bigger and better—but they’re still just weapons, aren’t they? But you,” her shadow leaned in with charming reverence. Miranda felt the wood grains beneath her palms, all dry and waiting to catch and splinter. “But you,” Road continued, “You aren’t made for attacking anyone. Just healing and holding on. Kind of like a heart, wouldn’t you say?” )
As a follow up to this post...
8 drabbles/ficlets written in response to prompts. Thank you all for your prompts! I had great fun writing them ♥
I welcome any discussions/conversations on characterization, given that this is the first time I am writing any of these characters. I'm also pretty sure some of these prompts were written really weirdly/differently from even what I thought it would be like, so feel free to point out bits you liked, bits you didn't, bits you think could have been improved. It's fun to see how other people interpret the prompts too (:
Also, I did say I would accept up to 10 prompts, and there are 8 here. So if you would like to leave me a pairing and a prompt, I will gladly write up to 2 more drabbles/ficlets (:
All works here have a maximum rating of PG-13, and they are also suitable for people looking for friendship/gen fics. Enjoy!
Title: The Last Time
Prompt: A picnic, and someone confesses
Summary: When Lenalee was eight, all she wanted to do was to tie Kanda’s hair.
Notes: This totally ran off without my permission, and I don’t think there is an outright confession (with the totally weird interpretation of “confession” I used) at the end, but still, hope you enjoy (:
Word Count: 1,272 words
Lenalee thought he was a girl, and had timidly asked if she could braid his hair, because it was just so pretty.
Prompt: After everyone returns from the events in the Ark, the two find themselves alone for a short while, the first time in four years.
Summary: Cross had always picked on him, from his food to his hair.
Notes: This was hard and fun at the same time. I hope their interactions are somewhat believable (:
Word Count: 482 words
Cross, apparently, took extreme joy in the fact that Kanda reacted to every bait like an enraged dog.
Prompt: Beach trip
Summary: For one moment, they only needed to breathe.
Notes: Far shorter than any of the others, but I am actually quite happy with it (:
Word Count: 257 words
It was a forever-bleakness there, crashing waves, dark skies, not a soul around them for miles.
Summary: Lavi cannot face her.
Notes: A character study and veiled pairing fic in one. Turned out far more angsty than I thought it would be, but hope you all still enjoy it! (:
Word Count: 939 words
There was a careful system to be kept when it came to expressions.
Prompt: It’s one of those days…
Summary: In between Romania and China, Lavi and Allen talk.
Notes: Given the little time they had to interact in this period, it was interesting trying to figure out how this can be pairing-ish while being realistic. One of my lighter pieces, hope you enjoy (:
Word Count: 629 words
Lavi hates wasabi, which led to an amused Allen trying to force-feed him badly-made sushi they bought on the train.
Prompt: The 14th isn’t as scary as Allen thought he was. In fact, he’s just lonely, just like his host.
Summary: Whenever no one was looking, Allen would look into the mirror.
Notes: This was fun! And more angsty than I thought it would be, but I hope there’s enough bittersweet-ness to keep this enjoyable (:
Word Count: 774 words
And the symbols belonged to the Scientists now, and the Vatican, and Link had a picture of it in his files.
Prompt: Something I Can Never Have, by Nine Inch Nails
Summary: Lavi wanted to be able to stop time, while Miranda just wanted to be normal.
Notes: It was great to have a song as a prompt :D Hope I didn’t completely screw this up! And I’m afraid the ending is not as happy as I had hoped it would be…
Word Count: 707 words
He could not keep time in his hands, when they always left with the change of a name.
Prompt: Emilia is complaining about life in the Black Order and the guys there. Lenalee tries to show her that things aren’t that bad.
Summary: Emilia seeks a conversation partner, and Lenalee imagines Allen’s horror if she ran up to him asking about clothes.
Notes: I’ve never written so much dialogue before. Maybe it’s a girl thing, that they talk a lot? Hmm. Anyway, enjoy! (:
Word Count: 987 words
You ever want to complain about your Walker or your Kanda you could always come to me too, yeah?