spank that new years baby

[moonsheen]

Ah, guess I'm a day late for the BIG UNMASKING? Oh well. HARK! TIS I who wrote yuletide story Gerda and the Snow Queen for ave_eva. Which is rough in places that still make me wince, but overall I'm pretty happy with how it turned out and glad that my recipient enjoyed. ♥

Meanwhile, because my f-list is doing it and I wanna be one of the cool kids: New Years Request Meme. Standard flavor this time. You know how this goes: name a fandom/pairing/characters and I write you a story of dubious drabble status to the best of my ability provided said request does not destroy my brain.

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[skyscope.livejournal.com]

Opportunistic lurker here. XDD

Kingdom Hearts/ Tutu crossover? Alternately, more Ashe/Rasler would be great. Or something about Michael and Martha.

[moonsheen.livejournal.com]

When the chocobo finally slowed from their sprint, they were in an unknown section of the forest, the sounds of their escort had faded behind them, Lady Ashe was hiding her laughter against her hand, and Rasler was just trying to make sense of exactly what had just happened.

“My lady,” he began, offering his bird an apologetic pat on the side of its neck. “Did something about our current company offend?” He did not put this past her. Her moods were changeable and her capability for mischief endless, as her knights could attest. He could as well, now that their engagement had been announced officially and he was thoroughly at her mercy. She returned his reins to him. A skilled rider, she was, to flank him and commandeer him so. A rider not yet fully accustomed to riding through wood, however. Leaves clung in her hair.

She assumed a lofty posture. “I suppose I must be honest with my lord, since I am to marry him.” She urged her mount forward in a slower trot. Rasler bid his to follow. They seemed to welcome this new pace. “I had another motive for joining you on this hunt.”

“Besides a kidnapping, you mean?” Rasler asked, interested. The lady shot him a look, but it held no true sharpness. She turned her gaze airily upwards, staring at the glittering lights that occupied the interlocked branches above them with her best show of regal indifference.

“Besides…that, yes.” She turned her chocobo onto one of the walkways and paused, allowing him to come up along side her. He paid careful attention to her hands, lest they dart out and grab him again. He wasn’t so ready to go rocketing through the half the forest a second time. Their surroundings were only just beginning to look familiar to him. “The truth is I had designs upon your royal person.”

“I see. Ones that did not require an audience, I assume.”

She nodded, bringing her eyes level with him once more. “My father may put great trust in the good captain, and I know you find his company very interesting, but his presence was very much a hindrance to my plans.”

“Which are…?”

“This,” she said, and laid a hand on the saddle, not the reins. She leaned over to meet him, thus.