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Title: One Way to Another
Author: Katrina
Beta: None, point out any mistakes
Fandom: The Hobbit/Lord of the Rings
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daily_prompt/750 Words
Series: None
Characters: Bilbo Baggins
Words: 349
Rating: PG
One Way to Another AO3 link
For Bilbo Baggins, it seemed as if the biggest change in his habits from that...adventure he had was the one in his sleep cycle.
Like most hobbits, he had enjoyed a bit of lie in, but never late enough to disrupt a well set pattern of meals. One had to make sure there was plenty of time to get in breakfast and second breakfast with time to spare before later meals. After all, a proper hobbit of means took plenty of time enjoy his meals and indulge a little. Especially with second breakfast, when one really had woken up enough to enjoy their meal.
But, once he had gone on that odd little adventure, a practically unheard of issue with the right and proper Baggins, Bilbo was no longer the early bird that most hobbits were. It was very odd, and even those Tooks and Brandybucks were full of gossip over it.
Why, now, Bilbo was a night owl. He woke up so late some days, people said, that he only had one breakfast. And the manner of people who were constantly coming to visit. That wizard. -Dwarves- even, and all sorts of rumors of gold and shiny things that caught many an imagination.
Never enough for any decent hobbit want to emulate Bilbo Baggins. Oh, goodness, no. Only a few of the younger Tooks thought about it, and even they thought twice when Bilbo would share his stories about how there was only one breakfast, and sometimes not anything until supper or dinner time. Quite shocking. The other hobbits in the Shire all agreed that Adventures sounded quite uncomfortable, and not at all suited for hobbits.
Especially if they kept a hobbit from getting a proper amount of meals, even once they had come back to the Shire. Oh, yes, they heard that he ate plenty of evening snacks, but that was no substitute for a good set of breakfasts.
Really, Bilbo Baggins did not know what he was doing, when he started having extended lie ins during the day and staying up to unthinkable hours at night.
Title: Memories
Author: Katrina
Beta: None, point out any mistakes
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Challenge:daily_prompt/750 Words
Series: None
Characters: Cloud Strife
Words: 310
Rating: PG
Memories AO3 link
"...is a hot, if scary woman."
"Well, maybe if you didn't keep hitting...."
The words just drifted to him, tinged as green as the Mako they had come through. For a moment, Cloud wasn't sure what he was hearing, trying to pry color from words, and he was sure that words were not supposed to make him think of green and glowing and -burn-.
Slowly, as he worked at it, the words started to sink in. Some didn't mean much, but others brought up images.
Hot made him think of orange and red and green. Fire, so much fire, and pain. Hot pain, in the labs, sank in so much green burning that it was almost something to ignore, a constant burn that never ended and became part of everything.
After a moment, scary seemed to sink it, but his mind was more caught up by woman. A blonde woman, who meant safety and care and protection. Love. It was a faded thought, and she was tied to fire. And to sadness. There were others, but the most vivid was another woman, who made something in him curl up in shivering ball. Silver hair and glowing eyes and FEAR! But also something purring at him that she was good and wonderful and the focus of everything. That part was small, though, and mostly hidden by the blonde woman. The one who meant home.
The last image he got was of brawling. Of being pinned and hit. The faces changed, flickering through a multitude of different ones. Some were friendlier than others, and the hits were more playful than mean. One face he knew.
Zack. He -knew- that face, and the though made him relax. Zack was someone he recognized, and he knew was safe. So Cloud focused on him, and let the words the others said drift away from him.
Author: Katrina
Beta: None, point out any mistakes
Fandom: The Hobbit/Lord of the Rings
Challenge:
daily_prompt/750 WordsSeries: None
Characters: Bilbo Baggins
Words: 349
Rating: PG
One Way to Another AO3 link
For Bilbo Baggins, it seemed as if the biggest change in his habits from that...adventure he had was the one in his sleep cycle.
Like most hobbits, he had enjoyed a bit of lie in, but never late enough to disrupt a well set pattern of meals. One had to make sure there was plenty of time to get in breakfast and second breakfast with time to spare before later meals. After all, a proper hobbit of means took plenty of time enjoy his meals and indulge a little. Especially with second breakfast, when one really had woken up enough to enjoy their meal.
But, once he had gone on that odd little adventure, a practically unheard of issue with the right and proper Baggins, Bilbo was no longer the early bird that most hobbits were. It was very odd, and even those Tooks and Brandybucks were full of gossip over it.
Why, now, Bilbo was a night owl. He woke up so late some days, people said, that he only had one breakfast. And the manner of people who were constantly coming to visit. That wizard. -Dwarves- even, and all sorts of rumors of gold and shiny things that caught many an imagination.
Never enough for any decent hobbit want to emulate Bilbo Baggins. Oh, goodness, no. Only a few of the younger Tooks thought about it, and even they thought twice when Bilbo would share his stories about how there was only one breakfast, and sometimes not anything until supper or dinner time. Quite shocking. The other hobbits in the Shire all agreed that Adventures sounded quite uncomfortable, and not at all suited for hobbits.
Especially if they kept a hobbit from getting a proper amount of meals, even once they had come back to the Shire. Oh, yes, they heard that he ate plenty of evening snacks, but that was no substitute for a good set of breakfasts.
Really, Bilbo Baggins did not know what he was doing, when he started having extended lie ins during the day and staying up to unthinkable hours at night.
Title: Memories
Author: Katrina
Beta: None, point out any mistakes
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Challenge:
daily_prompt/750 WordsSeries: None
Characters: Cloud Strife
Words: 310
Rating: PG
Memories AO3 link
"...is a hot, if scary woman."
"Well, maybe if you didn't keep hitting...."
The words just drifted to him, tinged as green as the Mako they had come through. For a moment, Cloud wasn't sure what he was hearing, trying to pry color from words, and he was sure that words were not supposed to make him think of green and glowing and -burn-.
Slowly, as he worked at it, the words started to sink in. Some didn't mean much, but others brought up images.
Hot made him think of orange and red and green. Fire, so much fire, and pain. Hot pain, in the labs, sank in so much green burning that it was almost something to ignore, a constant burn that never ended and became part of everything.
After a moment, scary seemed to sink it, but his mind was more caught up by woman. A blonde woman, who meant safety and care and protection. Love. It was a faded thought, and she was tied to fire. And to sadness. There were others, but the most vivid was another woman, who made something in him curl up in shivering ball. Silver hair and glowing eyes and FEAR! But also something purring at him that she was good and wonderful and the focus of everything. That part was small, though, and mostly hidden by the blonde woman. The one who meant home.
The last image he got was of brawling. Of being pinned and hit. The faces changed, flickering through a multitude of different ones. Some were friendlier than others, and the hits were more playful than mean. One face he knew.
Zack. He -knew- that face, and the though made him relax. Zack was someone he recognized, and he knew was safe. So Cloud focused on him, and let the words the others said drift away from him.