fairbreeze

I always forget to post fic, so I am now mostly posting it in only one place and that place is AO3.  

Not that I have written a whole lot of fic since I originally made this decision, but there you go.

I will continue to post fic here randomly as I remember to, possibly, and I also have a ff.net account also under "fairbreeze" which I will update occasionally as well, but the most up-to-date and complete list of my fanfiction will be on AO3 for the time being.

archiveofourown.org/users/fairbreeze/works

Holy shit I wrote another fic, like, years and years later. I'd like to think that this is a sign I will be writing more, because I'd actually LIKE to write more fic, but who knows.


Rating: About even with canon; mentions of sexually explicit content and violence/death
Warnings: Spoilers for Episode 31: A Blinking Light up on the Mountain, technically spoilers for Episode 25: One Year Later, but I feel like the spoilers in question are so ubiquitous in canon that it barely needs mentioning.
Summary: Love is terrifying to watch, from the outside. So are your intestines. (or, Carlos is changed by Night Vale, and his team of scientists are horrified)
A/N: Written for a prompt on nightvalecommunitykink : So hows about a fic from the POV of Carlos' Team Of Scientists as they watch over time as Carlos becomes more Night Vale-esque. Things like dressing like the locals, a casual attitude towards danger, carrying a weapon everywhere, becoming friends with the locals, even eating and liking the food, not to mention his teeth seem to be getting sharper with everyday.
And the Team Of Scientists are terrified by this because it is not normal and they are clinging so hard to normal. The only thing to do is kidnap Carlos and take him away from Night Vale for his own good.

THIS MAKES THE TOWN VERY ANGRY.

( Become, When You Love Them )

For SOME FUCKING REASON my cut isn't working and I can't make it work, so this is posted for the sake of archiving here, but it's a false cut to the story on AO3.

Title: Rotting on the Vine

There is no delicate way to eat an orange

I finally am just giving up and admitting to this name and my more well known name being the same person, so there'll probably be a lot more cross-posting and whatnot here eventually.  In the meantime, this!

 Rating: G, but heavily implied dark themes
Warnings: Anime spoilers until the end of the first season, very minor manga spoilers to chapter 57
Word count: 247
Summary: Sometimes, lives run in parallel.  Sometimes, they do not.
A/N: This is... not my usual fic style at all.  This is also somewhere between the anime and the manga version of the story, presuming some events were true in both.


( The Things We Leave Behind )

I've been gone from here awhile for various reasons.  Life.  It goes.

I've been VERY busy and then VERY sick this month, so if for some reason you're reading this and I owe you fics from a challenge, I'm working on them, I promise.  Before the end of the month.  

And speaking of, I thought I'd do that thing where you post a line from all of your works in progress, as part of a way to motivate myself to finish them. I don't have many WIPs at the moment that I've actually worked on at all recently, and I think only one person reads my posts, but hey, if the exercise works, right?

Anyway, here we go!

"Aelex," he said, sharply, and had to fight down another grin when Aelex actually flinched, "Come here, or I will fetch you,"

"Maker's breath!" he pulled away, suddenly, and fought with the urge to hold Zevran forcibly at arm's length.  "What... you... that... You can't just..."

She fixes her hair exactly six times in the mirror and walks back and forth across the room exactly eight.  On the ninth time, as she turns around, there's a man in her room, covered in blood.

He tried to convince himself that it was just youthful enthusiasm, that Firo just thought he knew everything because he was older.  He tried not to be charmed.


That's it.  Not much, but I do feel like my thoughts are a bit more solidified.  :D  Hopefully more actual-fic soon!

I know all of like, two people read this, if that, but oh well, time for a quick writing update.

Things have been hectic in my non-computer life-- been busy breaking up and moving and starting a new job, so I haven't written anything in forever, it feels like.  I've been TRYING to keep up with NaNo, and there's hope for me yet.  My word count is ABYSMALLY low, still, but I have plenty in my head to write-- just haven't had the time to write it in.  Packing your life into boxes will do that.  I still intend to TRY, though.  I'm well over 20k words behind at this point, though.  >_<

I'm also kind of disappointed with areyougame this round.  It feels like it's basically just a rehash of all the same stuff that keeps getting looked over, and because I was so busy, it's a rehash of all the stuff that keeps getting looked over, minus my own prompts that no one writes.  I don't honestly MIND too terribly much, though-- almost all of the stories and almost all of the writers involved are EXCELLENT, and I've yet to read a story out of it that I thought was just drivel.  Even the "worst" stories are still better than probably 9/10ths of the fanfic out there, so I know anything will be good.

It's just a little frustrating because, honestly, if I wasn't inspired to write for the prompt the first time around (or second, for some of them), I'm not going to want to write for it the second (and certainly not the third).  I also know I really don't have a WHOLE lot of room to talk, since I actually didn't even FINISH all of my own claimed prompts this last round over at IJ anyway.

I guess I'm just frustrated because I genuinely *want* to be inspired by the prompts, because when NaNo is over, I'm going want something to write, and because I'm about to head into what promises to be a high point in my recent life (baring unforeseen disaster, of course) and I don't see anything in a fandom I actually know well enough to write that's new and inspiring. 

And I do plan on finishing my past obligations once things settle down (including that halloween fic for come_shots as well), but when that's all said and done, I think I'm backing out of Final Fantasy fiction altogether for awhile.  I've discovered that I just don't do well writing in the same fandom for multiple stories in a row-- I'm going to have to space all the FF out as it is.

Anyway, again, not sure that anyone actually reads this, but it's helped me to get my thoughts in some kind of order.  :D

I really need to come up with my OWN format for posting stories here on my journal, since right now I just keep using whatever format things were in when I posted them originally...

Rating: Hard R for sex.
Warnings: Spoilers if you somehow haven't seen Advent Children, I guess?  Otherwise, none.
Word count: 3164
Summary: She'd spent so long being stronger than she'd felt inside, to be as strong as Rude and Reno, to deserve to stand here, next to the President.  Well... maybe not quite here, next to the President...
A/N: For the prompt: Rufus/Elena: sleeping with the boss - As long as the office gossip didn't catch up, who cared? over at the IJ version of areyougame  Late by longer than I'd like, but that's life.  With this fic, I wanted to see how far I could take both characters from how they're normally portrayed in fandom while still keeping them within the boundaries of what their canon characters allow for.  I really like how this turned out, but it's NOT your typical Rufus/pick-a-Turk fic.

(  It was never, ever a good thing to get a call to come into Rufus Shinra's office unexpectedly. )

Title: In Sanguis, Veritas
Fandom: Darkly Dreaming Dexter
Pairing: ????/Dexter
Warnings: Well, canon, for starters. Dexter's the protagonist and he's a serial killer, so yeah. Blood. Death. Etc. Major, major, MAJOR SPOILERS for the book and first season of the TV series, though this is strictly written with events as they happen in the book in mind. SPOILER WARNING IMMEDIATELY UNDER THE CUT.
Summary: Dear Dexter doesn't feel desire-- but he can be overwhelmed...
Author's Note: Written for come_shots  for the prompt "sweet dreams".  For the whole month, I couldn't think of what to write, and then I read this book and saw some of the TV show and there it was. And then I just had to make myself write it. The whole book makes me terribly uncomfortable in a way that I still can't decide if I like or not and this was both a twisted delight to write and something I wanted to get out as quickly as possible so I didn't have to THINK too hard about what I was writing. I wanted to get the cadence of the book (such a great style!) as close as I could. I feel like it could be better in places, but I also don't think I can spend too much more time on it. The whole fandom is beautiful and gives me the heebie jeebies. But once I read it, I couldn't do anything *else* for this prompt.

( This time, I knew I was dreaming right from the start. )

Originally posted at areyougame 

Title: Prodigal
Rating: R
Warnings: m/m sex, possible minor spoilers
Word Count: 5001
Prompt: Final Fantasy VI, Sabin/Setzer: debauchery - "Asceticism is but one side of the coin, my dear."
Summary: "Wait... but I... I don't drink..." Setzer's grin was oddly contagious. "You do now."
A/N:  I feel like I've been working on this fic forever and a damn day, but it's finally finished and here is it, dammit.

( Sabin leaned his elbows on the railing of the ship and tried to fight another wave of vertigo, focusing on the stars up above.  )

Originally posted at areyougame 

Title: First Impressions
Author/Artist: fairbreeze
Rating: PG for naughty implications
Warnings: Technically minor spoilers-- but it's for something that happens within the first hour or so of the game, so...
Word count: 302
Summary: Sometimes, you do get a second chance...
A/N: I didn't originally sign up for this prompt, but while I was wrestling with the previously aforementioned fic I've been wrestling with, this just Came To Me in a flash.  It's a lot shorter than I normally write, but I kind of like it, for a little thing.

( When Locke first showed up at Figaro Castle, Edgar was convinced that he was an Imperial spy. )