sunlit_music | fanfiction for gulf_aid

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Below is a sample of my fanfiction, if you're interested in bidding for my writing at gulf-aid_now. Study and Home (the Wildmage fics) were written for misura, for an auction at the help_haiti lj community. I'll keep you updated! The fanfiction below is from these fandoms: Tamora Pierce's Wildmage quartet, and the Kingdom Hearts video games (by Squaresoft and Disney).

Numair/Ozorne, Daine/Ozorne (on love and trust)

Fandom: Immortals quartet

Prompt: Love and Trust, Ozorne’s POV

Disclaimer: Don’t own, no suing! Tamora Pierce owns all (including my awe at her MAD WRITING SKILLZ.)

Can I be blamed for turning to animals? When they don’t stab people in the back? When they usually don’t know more than humans, but they know better than to turn on you?

How rich of Arram to accuse me of not needing human bonds! When he was the one responsible for me losing my trust in people.

Arram had promised love and the world to me. And then he forgot it each time he flirted with lowlifes not fit to serve my slaves...Mithros! He’d been turning others against me, saying that I’d changed, I’d turned foul!

Something inside me broke when I heard that. You never forget your first love. Or your first betrayal.

The first time I saw her, I felt something I hadn’t felt in a long time.

She had the same love and trust I had for my little ones. She knew that they mattered as much as people, if not more. She was so innocent and trusting. I didn’t want her to lose her trust in people the way I had. Can I be blamed for trying to turn her against the man who had turned the world against me?

I am a god, and an instrument of the gods. The gods speak through me, and I carry out their will. Arram is a threat to my country. My home. And the gods don’t suffer traitors to live.

Study
Fandom: The Immortals Quartet
Pairing: Daine Sarrasri/Numair Salmalin, Daine’s POV (fic occurs during or after Realms of the Gods)
Prompt: Study
Rated: General audiences
Word Count: 118

“Think hard...” I murmur. I’m enjoying this. A lot. Often, it’s not Numair who forgets a fact or doesn’t know something I do. It’s usually the other way around.

“You expect me to be able to think when you’re standing so close to me? You expect too much!” Numair shakes his head, on the verge of laughing.

“No, I don’t! You think too much, and you’re incredible smart. You’ll manage...”

“Badly.”

“Come on...you’ll remember. You’re a quick study”.

“The best way to study is to do so without any distractions.” He looks at me pointedly.

“You want me to go away, then?” I smiled, raising an eyebrow.

“Not at all. Stay as long as you like.”

I do.

Home

Fandom: Realms of The Gods, The Immortals Quartet
Pairing: Daine Sarrasri/Numair Salmalin, Daine’s POV
Prompt: Home
Rated: General audiences
Word Count: 181

Rikash is gone. So many people are. I can’t believe it. Tears roll down my face. Knowing that Ozorne is dead doesn’t make me feel much better. It won’t bring Rikash back.

So very, very tired...

Sleep. Need rest.

I just...

The war is over. For now. I feel like I should be crying and laughing. From relief. Or sadness. Or both, and more. But for now, I just want to rest, and sleep, and never wake up. Rikash is gone. So many villagers and the People are...they shouldn’t be. They should be here. Laughing, crying, angry...anything. Anything but gone. No...don’t think of that. I just want to turn back time.

I just...
“Magelet?” Numair’s brows furrow. His hand rests on my shoulder. “We’ll be home soon.”

I close my eyes. We’re far away. I know. But being with Numair makes me feel as if I’m closer already. It won’t be enough when I’ve rested and everything will sink in properly. Not once my memories resurface and everything comes crashing down. But it helps my heart unclench, just a little bit.

Kingdom Hearts Chain of Memories, Kingdom Hearts 2

Disclaimer: Don’t own (alas! *SIGH*), so don’t sue. Characters and worlds are the property of Squaresoft and Disney.
Characters: Roxas’ POV. Roxas meets Larxene.

I look around. Ocean waves stroke the shore affectionately. The sun peeps over the horizon, washing the land in warm reds and oranges. Seagulls caw, dipping their beaks into the sea.

Where am I? I scratch my head. I don’t remember this place.

More importantly...who am I? And what am I doing here?

I remember nothing. And that’s scary enough. But having other people know that is more frightening. Because they might take advantage of this and fill your head with enough lies. To make you do what they want. So when the blonde woman asks me what my name is, and what I remember, I lie.
“Why hello there...what’s your name?”

“Tom.”
“Indeed? Pleasure to meet you, Tom. You come here often?”
“Occasionally. Just came here for the scenery. It makes me feel at peace whenever I’ve had a rough day. Been watching the sun rise for some time now. The sky looks different, like it’s been reborn.”

“So are you going to stay here, Tom? Or are you going to head home?” she smiles gently. I don’t know if I can trust her. But oh, how I want to trust her. She looks so small. So harmless and sweet. And it’s scary. Being alone, and not knowing who to trust.

“Home?” Did I even have a home? And if I did, how would I get back? My blood freezes. Sweat beads my forehead. I grip the ledge behind me for support so hard, my hands almost explode.

Okay...

Calm down.

I gulped a deep breath. Counted to ten. Maybe everything’s going to work out. Perhaps someone could let me stay over at their place. What if being homeless was dangerous? I don’t remember having a home. Oddly enough, I remember basic things, like speaking and how to survive. Or the names of places and objects. Stuff like that. But apart from that, I don’t remember anything.

I hate this. So much. It creeps me out more than anything. Where do I go? What do I do? And who do I trust?

If I can trust anyone, that is.
“Yes...home. You know...the place where you normally live?” she teases.
“Yeah...I’ll be heading back in a few minutes.”

“So where is it?” She cocks her head in interest.

“Around”. I hope. I gesture vaguely at the horizon. “Gotta go. Pleasure to meet you. See you around, maybe.” I spin around and head off.

“Liar,” she says. I halt mid-step. Then turn around. She’s smiling. She looks so warm and friendly, I wonder if she’s joking. Or if I misheard her.
“What?”
“I said you’re a liar,” she said, grinning like a shark. “It’s all right, it’s nothing major. Everyone lies. I don’t see why you should be any different.”
“What makes you think I’m lying?” I raised my eyebrows.
“You don’t remember anything,” she cut across, tossing aside my question. “You don’t know who you are, or how you were born. And you don’t know this place. You’re not going home, because you don’t have one. And you’ve never been here your entire life.”
“Oh, really?” I burst out laughing. “And how the hell would you know?”
“I know a lot of things”. Her smile sharpened. “You’re lost. Most people like us usually are. You’re looking for something...let me show you the way. I’m just like you. I live with other people just like us. We don’t know who we are, or where we’re from. And we have powers that other people don’t have. There are people who might take advantage of you because of that. So you better come with me.”
“No.” I stared her down.

“You are either coming willingly, or I will drag you like a dead weight. Either way, you are coming. Because you need my team. And we need you.”

“What? Why would I need you? Or whoever you’re with?”

“Because nearly everyone hates us. Who we are. They’re out to destroy us. So you can either join us. Your people. And be protected and safe. Or you can wander around hopelessly and get yourself killed one day. Your choice.” She shrugs, and smiles.

“Whatever.” I turn on my heels, and go. Searing pain shocks my body. I scream for ages. The pain goes on. And on, and on. It won’t stop. Please make it stop. I don’t know who I’m begging to. I just want this to end.
All of a sudden, it stops. Just like that. I double over, sweat pouring down my face. Shaking like I might snap in half any minute.

The woman holds out her hand. Still smiling.
“Coming?”
I see red. I want to kill her. Make her scream, like I did. I want to destroy her, anything, everything.
Two silver keys appear in my hand. My eyes widen. So do hers. Then she smiles. Slowly, slowly, like she knows something I don’t.
She hurls a lightning bolt towards me. She’s totally lost her mind...she’s out of control! What the hell does she want with me?
I dodge. A chunk of a nearby building explodes. The stench of rubble and dust crushes my nostrils. I smash the keys onto her head. The impact slams her onto the ground, with a sickening thud. Suddenly, she’s upright. I don’t remember much. But somehow I remember that that is not normal.
“I’m bored...Tom. Entertain me...” Lightning singes my hair. I hurl the keys down on her, and miss. She retreats, laughing.

“Well done!” She claps slowly. “You don’t disappoint, do you?”
“I aim to please,” I said drily. My blood turns cold. How does she move so fast? Who is she? What is she? And how would I survive against her? At least she knew how to use her powers. I didn’t know anything at all!

I slam a key onto her arm. She yells, and doubles over. Breathing heavily, she glares at me. Sweat beads her forehead. She’s not laughing anymore. Good! I thought savagely. See how she likes that!
Her arm is slashed open. Blood rushes out. She’s pale, gritting her teeth. Shaking.

I did that. I did that to her.

I feel sick. Guilt washes over me.

She collapses. Shivering. And then she stops.

Silence.

I kneel down. How badly hurt is she? There must be something I can do -
Quick as a flash, she knocks me down.
Oh, no. No. This can’t be –

“Not so powerful without your friends, are you?” She taunted.
“Huh?” I blinked. Friends?

“Oh, right. You don’t remember.” She sneered.

Excruciating agony rips into me, and I black out.

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