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vom_marlowe who stole it from toxictattoo. Requested by redbrunjaFeel free to pimp this out.
Anonymously post a request for that fic you've always wanted to see, but for what ever reason, haven't written. The focus of the story should be the plot, not the sexxxings. This does not mean that smut is a no-fly-zone, just that scenarios only serving to get the characters into each other's pants can go to the oh-so-hot kink meme.
Peruse the other requests, and drop off a ficlet as an anonymous comment in the requester's thread
There is no limit to how many times a request may be responded to.
There is no requirement to leave feedback, but it should also be done anonymously (unless you really, really want the writer to know who's commenting). And well, feedback is always appreciated.
Don't just post a list of characters. Please provide some sort of scenario, detail, and / or situation. Remember, relationships are OK, just no PWP.
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Play nice. Don't make me get all mom on you.
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Muffins Fit for a Prince 2/3
on 2007-11-18 02:11 pm (UTC)After an hour or so, Yaone stepped back from a bowl full of a blue-green batter with a decisive nod. “This should work,” she said, taking the carefully-sliced strawberries from Dokugakuji and adding them to the mixture.
“Should the be stoked?” Dokugakuji asked, turning an eye to the ominous mouth of the appliance in question. Yaone shook her head.
“No. This mixture should cure for two hours at a medium-hot heat. That should do perfectly.”
Dokugakuji raised an eyebrow. He was fairly certain that baking usually didn’t involve words like “cure” but, then, it really couldn’t get worse. He transferred the tin into the oven, and then set to finishing cleaning up the mess.
Yaone was a skilled cleaner, apparently. Ingredients quickly ordered themselves, and garbage was sealed away in the proper receptacles. One for stuff beyond help or inedible, and the other for edible things. Dokugakuji tried not to think too hard about where the “possibly still edible” things went. The castle had no livestock that he knew about.
Despite efficiency, the “curing” had nearly completed by the time the kitchen was complete, and Yaone pulled the pan from the oven.
They both stared at it. The strawberries had turned a strange sort of orange color, and the bread surrounding them was a pale, unnatural purple.
“I...” Dokugakuji began, and then trailed off.
“...don’t think muffins are supposed to look like this,” Yaone finished miserably.
Dokugakuji sighed. “I suppose we did our best.”
The door creaked open as he finished. “Did your best at what?”
Yaone and Dokugakuji blinked up at one of the last men they’d hoped to see their failure.
“Baking, Lord Kougaiji ,” Yaone said, bowing quickly.
“What she said,” Dokugakuji replied, sheepishly scratching at the back of his head.
“I...see,” Kougaiji said after a pause, eyeing the oddly-colored muffins.
“I’ll just throw these away now,” Yaone said, voice descending in the tone she only used when she’d failed her personal savior.
“Wait!” Kougaiji said, grabbing the pan from her, apparently oblivious to the heat. Which he probably was. He stared down at the pan.
“These were, are, muffins?” he said, wonderingly. Dokugakuji said nothing, and Yaone simply tried to melt into the floor.
“Yes, my lord.”
“Muffins, I....” Whatever he was going to say was masked by the door slamming against the wall as it opened again, hard.
“Muffins?!” a whirl of reddish-yellow said, grabbing the pan from Kougaiji . Before anyone could say anything, two were missing from the pan. Indeed, missing from sight.
“They aren’t very good,” the whirl stated as it revealed itself to be Lirin. “Kinda nasty. You should yell at the cook, brother.”
Muffins Fit for a Prince 3/3
on 2007-11-18 02:12 pm (UTC)“Okay, good. I don’t think anyone else would be able to eat these,” Lirin said, grabbing another one out of the pan and swallowing it whole. “Yeah, no. They’re definitely gross.”
Then she was gone, down the hall to somewhere. Yaone and Dokugakuji staring at the space she’d left. Kougaiji shook his head.
“I trust that such a review means that you won’t be trying to bake again?”
“Yes, Lord Kougaiji ,” Yaone said, staring at the ground.
“Yeah,” Dokugakuji muttered.
“Good. You’re much more useful doing other things,” Kougaiji said. “The kitchen is not a place for people with your talents. Nor does it wish to be.”
Dokugakuji and Yaone said nothing, Yaone still looking ashamed, and Dokugakuji simply moving to pick up the pan with the remaining muffin travesties to throw them in the trash. The not-semi-edible pile.
Kougaiji paused for a moment, then shook his head and began to walk out. He was halfway out the door when he stopped, and turned around, walking back to Yaone.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
Yaone carefully, cautiously, looked up, desperately hoping that she wasn’t going to be berated for risking poisoning his sister. “Yes?”
The redhead took a deep breath, looking at her for a long moment, and then glanced at Dokugakuji, who was standing by the trash receptacle.
“You did do your best, you always do,” he said.
Then he was gone. A quick turn on his heel, and he disappeared almost as quickly as his sister.
“Did he just tha...” Yaone asked.
“Yeah. I think he did,” Dokugakuji said, then smiled. “These things don’t seem to want to separate from the pan. What should I do?”
Yaone looked at him. “I have no idea. I’m not a baker.”
Re: Muffins Fit for a Prince 3/3
on 2007-11-19 01:23 am (UTC)Re: Muffins Fit for a Prince 3/3
on 2007-11-20 08:18 am (UTC)Re: Muffins Fit for a Prince 3/3
on 2007-11-24 03:21 am (UTC)