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Fic: Fairy Tale AU (15,04,36,05,12)
Title: Fairy Tale
Author: GW Katrina aka![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-userinfo.gif)
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Fandom: FFVII
Claim: Fairy Tale AU
Prompt: 15-Curse, 04-Fire, 36-Secret, 05-Earth, 12-Fairies for![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-community.gif)
50episodes
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 1,320
Notes: Next five prompts, just set together.
Curse
In her hands, she held power.
The evil witch knew that by holding the eldest brother’s heart, she held everything that mattered to him. But even as she did, she could feel it straining to return to his body, to the two brothers he cared for.
It did not help when the second brother, eyes glowing bright, urged the youngest to speak.
“Sephiroth,” was all the thin blond said, and she felt the heart in her fingers spasm, ever more frantic to return to its home.
So, calling up her powers, she spat out words of power and cast upon the youngest two curses.
The dark haired one was the one of action, the one who knew too much and who was not shy about using that knowledge. Him, she cursed to stillness. A bolt of power flew from her fingers to hit his chest, and blood sprang forth. As it hit the ground, crystal grew upwards. At the base, it was the same red as his blood, the color fading as it rose up, until his face was trapped behind clear. His eyes fell shut as the crystal covered his face, and the night child went still as death.
The pale one, the youngest of the brothers, cried out, as something burned bright and hot behind his eyes. Even as he tried to recover his balance, the witch cast again, her words harsh on his ears, and his throat burned.
He lost his voice, stolen as best the witch could do. She could not steal all of it, but what she left would be nothing but his deathsong. Even as he went to speak, his throat closed, and he could only gasp for air.
With the brother’s dealt with, she smiled, a beautiful, cold smile, as she looked at the eldest brother.
“Come to Mother.”
Fire
Everything burned.
Everything was lost to him, as he tried to work past the pain in his chest. He did not know what magics had been cast, only that they were great ones, and even he would be hard pressed to do the like.
He knew he should be concerned, that he should feel worry for those around him.
But…he had no heart.
Instead, there was only freedom. A lack of concern, of caring.
There was only the hot burn of nothing, unable to be concerned, even as crystal encased his brother, even as his other brother choked.
All that mattered was the fire of magic as the one who held his heart called him.
His mother.
Purring, he went to her.
Burn it, she told him. Flames were purifying.
He could no more disobey than he could stop breathing.
As they left, fire raged behind them.
Secret
The middle child was always the odd one out, no matter how the youngest felt. He was the child of secrets, of hidden meanings. While his elder brother was the fighter, the healer of flesh, and his younger brother was the healer of hearts, he was the one who held the secrets that sat in darkness.
But those secrets held such interesting things. He was always reluctant to use them, never knowing when they would prove the most useful.
But when the crystal crept up his body, he had spent one freely, needing to do something to save himself, to save his brothers.
That was how he found himself looking on the world with blue eyes, and stealing his brother’s words before they could be uttered and kill him. Secrets were odd things, and it seemed that he had taken up a place in his brother’s body, watching through his eyes, feeling his heartbeat.
It was unexpected.
But not unwelcomed.
Calming his brother’s panic at the sudden silence and the flames, it took a few precious moments as the fire crept closer to figure out how to move. When the youngest finally took action, it was a relief.
As they scrambled for safety, he decided this was a secret well spent.
Now, to find their eldest brother and return him to normal.
Earth
Most earth based mages were healers, peaceful, calm.
Not all of them.
Some of the greatest fighters in the world were those who felt ties to the earth. The solid ground led to a strength that few were able to match.
And when a earth mage fighter takes up a cause, they will never let it go.
When one fighter found the pale, injured man on the side of the road, she almost left him there. So many people roamed the roads now that were dangerous, just trying to trick someone into caring long enough to take their things and run into the night.
But he laid there, pale and burnt, the red marks of injury stark against the skin of his arm. She knew from experience that it would hurt to move when there was damage there. The upper arm was needed for so many moves that damage there was hard to ignore.
So she sighed to herself and settled in right there, beside the road, to tend him.
When he opened his eyes, she was stunned at how clear a blue they were, with only the hint of purple to edge them.
His voice was rusty, hesitant. She did not know it was because the middle brother was speaking through the younger, and had little practice at it. All she knew was that he was soft spoken, almost unsure. He did not share the full secret of the curses, just that he was following the eldest of the brothers.
He told his story, and she knew what she had to do.
She would help him.
Such powerful dark magics left a taint.
To leave it along would be to condone it. To give up before she had even made an attempt to drive it off.
And she was a fighter, not willing to let it go like that.
“I’m Tifa,” she said to the blond.
“Cloud,” was their answer.
In this way, the brothers gained their first companion.
Fairies
Fairies were always important in fairy tales. For good reasons. They always know things that others shouldn’t.
The middle brother spent a lot of time with them, but for now, he couldn’t understand what they said. So they had to find someone who could.
Their fighter knew someone who might help. She swore them to secrecy, as if they didn’t have plenty of secrets of their own. But they agreed, and she took them to see a friend.
He was large, the man, dark, one hand mis-formed, tainted by power, bound in metal and sacred runes. He looked at them as if they had crawled out the deepest pit of darkness.
The fighter, though, he knew, and he was full of curses and snarls, but allowed them into his home.
There sat his daughter, a pale child, one who had wide eyes and with fairies perched on her hair.
She giggled when the brothers gave her a flower, even as her father glared.
It took much talking, many words and promises going back and forth, but they got the information they searched for.
There was payment, though.
He had ill words to send to the rulers of the land, people to which the brothers were kin. He recognized the youngest brother as their blood. It had almost come to a battle, but he had calmed due to the fighter.
Payment would to be helping the man speak to the rulers, to force them to hear his message. For that, he would let his daughter, Marlene, share the fairies messages.
The fairies told them no good news. The witch had ties to a magician in their cousins court.
They had to seek out the one called Hojo and find more from him.
When the brothers and the fighter left the man’s home, he and his daughter traveled with them. She would be left at the local temple, then they would travel forward.
To the palace of Shinra.
The hatchlings really need clicks.
Author: GW Katrina aka
icedark_elfFandom: FFVII
Claim: Fairy Tale AU
Prompt: 15-Curse, 04-Fire, 36-Secret, 05-Earth, 12-Fairies for
50episodesRating: PG
Wordcount: 1,320
Notes: Next five prompts, just set together.
In her hands, she held power.
The evil witch knew that by holding the eldest brother’s heart, she held everything that mattered to him. But even as she did, she could feel it straining to return to his body, to the two brothers he cared for.
It did not help when the second brother, eyes glowing bright, urged the youngest to speak.
“Sephiroth,” was all the thin blond said, and she felt the heart in her fingers spasm, ever more frantic to return to its home.
So, calling up her powers, she spat out words of power and cast upon the youngest two curses.
The dark haired one was the one of action, the one who knew too much and who was not shy about using that knowledge. Him, she cursed to stillness. A bolt of power flew from her fingers to hit his chest, and blood sprang forth. As it hit the ground, crystal grew upwards. At the base, it was the same red as his blood, the color fading as it rose up, until his face was trapped behind clear. His eyes fell shut as the crystal covered his face, and the night child went still as death.
The pale one, the youngest of the brothers, cried out, as something burned bright and hot behind his eyes. Even as he tried to recover his balance, the witch cast again, her words harsh on his ears, and his throat burned.
He lost his voice, stolen as best the witch could do. She could not steal all of it, but what she left would be nothing but his deathsong. Even as he went to speak, his throat closed, and he could only gasp for air.
With the brother’s dealt with, she smiled, a beautiful, cold smile, as she looked at the eldest brother.
“Come to Mother.”
Everything burned.
Everything was lost to him, as he tried to work past the pain in his chest. He did not know what magics had been cast, only that they were great ones, and even he would be hard pressed to do the like.
He knew he should be concerned, that he should feel worry for those around him.
But…he had no heart.
Instead, there was only freedom. A lack of concern, of caring.
There was only the hot burn of nothing, unable to be concerned, even as crystal encased his brother, even as his other brother choked.
All that mattered was the fire of magic as the one who held his heart called him.
His mother.
Purring, he went to her.
Burn it, she told him. Flames were purifying.
He could no more disobey than he could stop breathing.
As they left, fire raged behind them.
The middle child was always the odd one out, no matter how the youngest felt. He was the child of secrets, of hidden meanings. While his elder brother was the fighter, the healer of flesh, and his younger brother was the healer of hearts, he was the one who held the secrets that sat in darkness.
But those secrets held such interesting things. He was always reluctant to use them, never knowing when they would prove the most useful.
But when the crystal crept up his body, he had spent one freely, needing to do something to save himself, to save his brothers.
That was how he found himself looking on the world with blue eyes, and stealing his brother’s words before they could be uttered and kill him. Secrets were odd things, and it seemed that he had taken up a place in his brother’s body, watching through his eyes, feeling his heartbeat.
It was unexpected.
But not unwelcomed.
Calming his brother’s panic at the sudden silence and the flames, it took a few precious moments as the fire crept closer to figure out how to move. When the youngest finally took action, it was a relief.
As they scrambled for safety, he decided this was a secret well spent.
Now, to find their eldest brother and return him to normal.
Most earth based mages were healers, peaceful, calm.
Not all of them.
Some of the greatest fighters in the world were those who felt ties to the earth. The solid ground led to a strength that few were able to match.
And when a earth mage fighter takes up a cause, they will never let it go.
When one fighter found the pale, injured man on the side of the road, she almost left him there. So many people roamed the roads now that were dangerous, just trying to trick someone into caring long enough to take their things and run into the night.
But he laid there, pale and burnt, the red marks of injury stark against the skin of his arm. She knew from experience that it would hurt to move when there was damage there. The upper arm was needed for so many moves that damage there was hard to ignore.
So she sighed to herself and settled in right there, beside the road, to tend him.
When he opened his eyes, she was stunned at how clear a blue they were, with only the hint of purple to edge them.
His voice was rusty, hesitant. She did not know it was because the middle brother was speaking through the younger, and had little practice at it. All she knew was that he was soft spoken, almost unsure. He did not share the full secret of the curses, just that he was following the eldest of the brothers.
He told his story, and she knew what she had to do.
She would help him.
Such powerful dark magics left a taint.
To leave it along would be to condone it. To give up before she had even made an attempt to drive it off.
And she was a fighter, not willing to let it go like that.
“I’m Tifa,” she said to the blond.
“Cloud,” was their answer.
In this way, the brothers gained their first companion.
Fairies were always important in fairy tales. For good reasons. They always know things that others shouldn’t.
The middle brother spent a lot of time with them, but for now, he couldn’t understand what they said. So they had to find someone who could.
Their fighter knew someone who might help. She swore them to secrecy, as if they didn’t have plenty of secrets of their own. But they agreed, and she took them to see a friend.
He was large, the man, dark, one hand mis-formed, tainted by power, bound in metal and sacred runes. He looked at them as if they had crawled out the deepest pit of darkness.
The fighter, though, he knew, and he was full of curses and snarls, but allowed them into his home.
There sat his daughter, a pale child, one who had wide eyes and with fairies perched on her hair.
She giggled when the brothers gave her a flower, even as her father glared.
It took much talking, many words and promises going back and forth, but they got the information they searched for.
There was payment, though.
He had ill words to send to the rulers of the land, people to which the brothers were kin. He recognized the youngest brother as their blood. It had almost come to a battle, but he had calmed due to the fighter.
Payment would to be helping the man speak to the rulers, to force them to hear his message. For that, he would let his daughter, Marlene, share the fairies messages.
The fairies told them no good news. The witch had ties to a magician in their cousins court.
They had to seek out the one called Hojo and find more from him.
When the brothers and the fighter left the man’s home, he and his daughter traveled with them. She would be left at the local temple, then they would travel forward.
To the palace of Shinra.
The hatchlings really need clicks.