Requests Redux!

[spheralunaris]

I'm still at sort of loose ends for PT fic ideas, so I thought maybe I'd take on some requests again since they kept me writing and made me think in ways I usually don't. So, as long as you don't mind that it might take me half a year to fulfill your request ^^;;, first seven commenters get a flash-fic of their choice

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[web_of]

Mytho/Rue, and Swan Lake.

Casting Call, Part 1 of 2

[spheralunaris]

A/N: I just don’t have a timely bone in my body (...just ask my dissertation director). Sorry this is so late! Also, somehow, Fakir and Mr. Cat snuck in there and once Mr. Cat got his paws in, he took over >_>

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Casting Call

Swans, they say, are voiceless; and a swansong that exquisite release of the beauty and music, smoldering just below the surface during a lifetime of silence, which breaks free desperately only at the moment of death. But poets are notorious liars, and swans, well, they have deep honking voices, untuned trumpets that bellow gracelessly all their lives long. There it is, the myth and the reality, the poetry arising from that desire for life to go past its own limitations.

And it is this gap, between what is and what one dreams of, Mr. Cat concludes, that troubles his Swan LakeHe leans back into his chair with an exasperated sigh, considers the list of principal dancers on his desk just one more time. Why are they all so entirely unsuited for their roles?! He raises a hindleg and scratches his ear

Casting Call, Pt 2 of 2

[spheralunaris]

And yet that’s exactly where things begin to unravel. As he considers the choreography in his head, Rue the princess in need of rescuing, Mythos the glorious prince, well the spark isn’t there. No, the spark is there, but it’s different somehow. Not that he could say, of course, but the dynamic of their relationship is different. Or rather, that Swan Lake can’t contain what is between them (or perhaps what wasn’t? now, there was a thought...). Rue must be Odile. There can be no two ways about it. She will bring out that darkness, he knows it somehow. He can see her dance the part in his mind, the anguish, the allurement, the heartbreaking despair. It’s her Odile the audience will fall in love with, even if it is a love of hating her. It’s her Odile that will make them forget they are an audience, that will make them forget they are sitting and watching a ballet and they must tilt there heads just so to look elegant, they must clap just so to seem cultured. It’s as if the part is written for her

[ilikebigtoes]

Rastel/Hans - a year after

[ex_nuitsong]

Seconded

[kurozukin_a]

Oh I'd love to see this! I always wondered about that bear.

[spheralunaris]

This is actually a wonderfully unique and brilliant idea that would *never* have occurred to me! Are you sure you don't want to save it for yourself?

[brokenxskies]

Mytho and Fakir ~ post series reunion, location and circumstances of your own choice, featuring both of them remembering (embarrassment from Fakir) the times when heartless Mytho used to wander around pantless~~~

>:3

[samsamjellyjam]

8D Umm...Fakir/Ahiru? Where Ahiru is caught reading through Fakir's secret stories?