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adddictions2010-04-30 10:33 pm
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ONE. list your characters (journal names optional).
TWO. others reply with one of those characters or a pairing for you to write; platonic or romantic is up to you.
THREE. pick five cliché AUs from this list (complete with explanations!), and write something of any length - a sentence, a paragraph, a drabble, or a full-length ficlet, if you'd prefer - for each of those five AUs, involving that character or pairing.
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Pirates Naesala/Rose
One day, while at a pirate friendly port where his crew gathered supplies for their next voyage, he heard a rumor that struck his interest. Apparently Rose, a female captain of the Royal Navy, had sworn never to rest until she had captured Naesala and brought him to justice.
Of course this amused the pirate captain to no end, for he had seen Rose in person on more than one occasion. She was quite attractive, but her stoic/grumpy personality made her interesting to him. She was also a more capable fighter than most male captains which would make her a bit of a challenge. Naesala didn’t mind this though. In fact, he got a bit of a thrill out of it.
As his ship set sail, a smirk came to his lips. “Catch me if you can, Captain,” he said into the wind, while he looked out at sea. He wondered how long it would take for their paths to finally cross. Only time would tell.
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Arraged Marriage Naesala/Rose
It could have been worse though. At least Naesala was an able bodied young man and she wasn’t going to end up as a trophy wife for some aging lord. Or at least that’s what she thought.
After the meeting that made the whole engagement official, Rose and Naesala were left alone.
“Are you always so grumpy?” Naesala asked in a teasing manner.
“I have my reasons to be.” she replied, her back towards him as she looked out the window. “I had rather stay single for the rest of my life than to be some bargaining item for a diplomatic contract.”
“There is a good reason behind all of this. Beside,” he added with smug tone coloring his voive. “Most women would kill to be in your shoes.”
“I am not like most women,” she said with annoyance as she turned to face him. To her surprise, he had moved closer to her.
“That’s a shame.” He moved even closer, with a smirk on his lips. “You are quite beautiful.” Before she could say anything in reply, he leaned in and kissed her.
At frist she was surprised, but soon she started returning the kiss. She had to admit, she did enjoy it.
The kiss was over soon, and she felt the heat of a blush come to her cheeks. She bowed her head some in an attempt to try an hide it.
He gave a teasing chuckle at the sight. “You’re blushing. That’s alright, I can’t blame you. I am a very good kisser.”
Naesala expected her to blush more and snap back a reply in annoyance. What he didn’t expect was the right hook aimed at his jaw, that was strong enough to make him stagger back at the impact.
Oh, this will be such a lovely marriage, Rose thought bitterly as she stormed out of the room, leaving Naesala behind.
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Fairytale Naesala/Rose
As for the legend surrounding the place, he didn’t believe it. The story of a princess being put into a deep sleep for years, never aging, just staying the same as she always has, was a bit too far fetch for his taste. But it did help keep people away from the castle, leaving it for him and his people to raid.
The vines where thickest around the outside walls, but the inner courtyard was not so over grown. All Naesala and his Ravens had to do was fly and land in the said courtyard to gain entrance. He had ordered them to scatter and to bring back whatever they could find of value while he, himself, did the same.
The inside of the castle still had thorny vines crawling up the walls, but they were smaller and further spread out than the ones outside. As Naesala made his way through, he would open doors and peer inside the rooms. He made mental notes of what was inside each room and what would be worth going back for. An expensive looking vase here, a finely woven tapestry there, but nothing really worth his while.
He opened another door and grinned at what he saw inside. Even through the years of dust and vines he could tell the room was richly decorated. Fine furniture, chests, rich fabric with gold woven in, and what appeared to be well made swords, occupied the room. No doubt he had come across some royal chambers.
Naesala made his way into the room, once he noticed other rooms branched off from the main one. The first room he turned into was a bedroom, and what he saw in there made him stop dead in his tracks. On the bed was a dark haired woman, laying perfectly still. At first he thought she was a dead, a body that somehow managed to stay perfectly preserved for all those years, but than he noticed the steady rise and fall of her chest. She was only sleeping!
Curious, he moved to the bedside to get a better look at her. Closer up, he saw how lovely she was, and how peaceful she looked sleeping. He reached out and shook her shoulder in an attempt to wake her but she did not stir.
“Perhaps there is some truth to that legend after all,” he said out loud. It would be a pity to just leave her there. Than he recalled the other part of the legend, about how to break the spell, and he smirked. Well, it wouldn’t hurt to try.
He sat down at the edge of the bed and leaned over her. His lips brushed up against her’s at first before he started to kiss her gently. At first there was nothing, then he felt her starting to kiss him back. He pulled back with a smirk to see if she really had woken up.
Her eyes fluttered open and looked up at him. The next thing he knew she was pointing the tip of a sword at his throat. It must had been laying next to her in the bed, and he just didn’t notice it until now.
“Who are you?” she demanded, her voice calm and threatening.
“Someone isn’t a morning person,” Naesala said in mild amusement as he backed away from her. “I could ask you the same thing.”
“I am Rose, the daughter of the king,” she stated as she got out of the bed, keeping the sword steadily pointed at him. It was clear that she knew how to use it nor was she afraid to. “Now, who are you?”
“I’m Naesala, a king in my own right,” he replied. “And I’m the one who broke your curse, Rose, so you owe me.”
She lowered the sword, and eyed him suspiciously. “You broke the spell?”
He nodded, “I did, and as I said, you owe me. But my men are already looting this place so you can say we’re even now.” With that he turned and left the room.
“Your men are doing what!?” he heard her shout, and he couldn’t help but laugh. Oh she was going to be fun to tease.
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University Naesala/Rose
Naesala on the other hand was a different type of student. He still made good grades, but it seemed he rarely studied and he was constantly going to clubs and parties.
One would think that their paths would rarely cross at such a big college and with having different majors, she in astronomy while he in business, strangely that was not the case. They often had elective classes together, and as a result they often associated with the same people, much to Rose’s dismay. Naesala would often tease her in order to get a rise out of her and it was not uncommon for him to sit close to during class so that he can continue to annoy her.
Needless to say, Rose was reluctant to agree to go to a party at a friend’s house when she found out Naesala was going to be there. During the party she did her best to avoid him, but he still came over to her in order to needle and annoy her. As a result she ended up drinking in an attempt to block him out. Unfortunately she lost track of how many she had.
The next morning, she woke up in one of the bedrooms of the house, with a headache and little memory of what happened towards the end of the evening. It took her a while to realize she was not completely dressed, and there was someone else in bed with her. To her horror, the other in bed with her was none other than Naesala.
“Dear lord, what happened last night?” she asked out loud, which caused Naesala to wake up.
He stretched and opened his eyes. A smirk came to his lips when he saw Rose. "Well that was fun last night."
"I'm sure you thought it was," Rose replied as she tried to get her discarded clothes that were laying next to the bed. It annoyed her that she didn't remember, and he was starting to give the impression that he did.
"Oh come on, it couldn't have been that bad."
"I wouldn't know, since I don't remember," she said as she put on her clothes quickly, keeping her back turned towards him. There was no way she could meet his gaze now.
He chuckled at that. "Can't say that I'm surprised, but I have to admit, you are more fun once you have a few drinks in you."
She felt the heat rise up to her cheeks and was glad she was facing away from him. "I'm leaving." She grabbed her shoes and started heading for the door.
"I'll see you in class tomorrow," he called out behind her in an amused tone.
It wasn't until later that day that Rose started to remember bits and pieces of what happened. She hated to admit it but she knew she enjoyed it.
Re: University Naesala/Rose
Re: University Naesala/Rose
1/2 Western Naesala/Rose. This one turned out to be a long one @_@
For the most part, the town was peaceful, but there were a few trouble makers whom she had to lock up in the jailhouse every now and then. Like the one that was sitting in one of the cells that morning. As she walked into the jailhouse, she took the keys off the hook, and went to one of the barred door cells. The man in the cell was laid back on the bench, with his hands behind his head.
“Morning Sheriff,” he said with a smug grin as he looked over to her. “Why is it you always lock me in here? Is it so you can keep me close because you have a thing for me?”
“Don’t flatter yourself, Naesala,” Rose replied with a frown. “You damn well know why I locked you in here the other day.”
Naesala sat up and gave her an mock innocent look. “But I didn’t do anything other then conduct a little business.”
“You pissed off a bounty hunter because you were hussling him at cards and taking his money. When he found out what you were doing a fight broke out at the Saloon because he was trying to kill you. It was either lock you up until he left town or I get the job of dragging your remains to the undertaker.”
“You were worried about my safety? I’m touched.”
She rolled her eyes and unlocked the cell door and held it open for him. “He left town about two hours ago, so get out of my jail. And try to behave this time.”
Naesala grabbed his hat that was on the floor and stood up. “As always, its been a pleasure, Sheriff.” He nodded and walked out of the jailhouse.
She watched him leave and wondered why she doesn’t hang him for as many times as she had to arrest him. But then again, all he and his gang really do is cheat at cards which usually results in a brawl if their caught. That was not enough to hang a man. Though, there have been rumors that he and his gang had robbed trains and stagecoaches during the times they would be out of town for days and weeks, but there was no proof. Perhaps she should ask him about that the next time she arrested him, and knowing Naesala, she wouldn’t have to wait long.
2/2 Western Naesala/Rose
The first half of the day went by rather peacefully. Rose didn’t have to so much as break up an argument between two no-goods who’ve been drinking whisky too early in the day. By mid noon she decided to go over to the saloon at the center of town to relax for a bit and to make sure trouble didn’t stir up once more locals started to have their share of alcohol.
She was crossing the street, when three men on horses rode up. Rose could tell right away that they were strangers to this town, and something about was not right. Their faces also looked familier, and she got the feeling that she had seen them on wanted posters during her days as a bounty hunter. There was also old blood stains on one man’s shirt, and seeing there was no hole in the fabric nor signs of mending, she guessed that the blood wasn’t his.
They’d stopped several feet away from her and dismounted. One looked her up and down, probably wondering why there was a woman dressed up as a man. “Who’s the sheriff of these parts?” he asked.
“You’re talking to her,” was her reply. She remained calm but she was starting to get a bad feeling.
The men started to laugh. The first one spoke up again. “Ya hear that boys? Little missy here says she’s the sheriff!”
Rose frowned. She never took too kindly to not being taken seriously, especially if it was because she was a woman.
She crossed her arms, and stood firmly, the tone of her voice as she spoke was icy. “Is there a problem with that? I’m the law here. Now state your business or get the Hell out of my town.”
By this time, several towns folk had started to gather at the windows of buildings. A few saloon patrons even dared to go out on the front porch to see was was going on.
The men stopped laughing and the first man, obviously he was the leader of the small group, smiled at her. “Do you know who we are?”
“My guess, you’re outlaws,” she answered calmly. “And I get the feeling you’re the murdering type.”
“Smart girl,” he said as he pulled out his revolver and pointed it at her. The tension in the air thickened. “This town is ours now. Usually I would have just killed you but I’m feelin’ gentlemanly, seeing as you’re a woman an all. I’ll give you the chance to just leave town.”
Rose knew she had to make a choice quickly. She also knew she could easily shoot two of the three men, but there was a chance that the third one would draw and fire his gun before she got to him. That was a risk she just had to take.
“You just made a big mistake,” she said and quickly drew her gun, and fired two shots, one at the leader and the other at the man on his right. She was turning to shoot third man, when another shoot rang out. She cringed as she expected pain to rush through her body, but that didn’t happen. When she looked, the third man was on the ground, bleeding, with is gun laying beside him. She looked around and, to her suprise, the one with the smoking gun on the sidelines was Naesala.
Serveral towns folk went up to her to ask if she was alright and what that was all about. She answered their questions before requesting someone to take care of the outlaws, before going over to Naesala who was still on the porch of the saloon.
“I didn’t know you even knew how to shoot a gun,” she said as she approached him.
“There are several things you don’t know about me, Sheriff,” he said as he haulsted his gun. “Like there are several things I don’t know about you.”
“Why’d you do it? If you let him shoot me you wouldn’t have to worry about being thrown into jail once a week.”
“What can I say?” he replied with smile. “Things would be boring around here without you, Rose.”
That caught her by surprise, especially since he called her by her name instead of calling her ‘Sheriff’ in his usual mocking way.
“I see,” she said as she started to turn away. “Thank you, Naesala.”
He gave a low chuckle. “Let’s just say that you owe me, Sheriff.”
Rose shook her head, and walked away, not sure if she wanted to know what he wanted in return for saving her.
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