The Little Mekmaid

docholligay:

@themiscyra1983 is doing me a favor tomorrow, and so I offered her a ficlet thing in exchange. She asked for a Brigitte/Hana Little Mermaid AU, which I came at with a sort of sampler/slice thought process–these rewrite fics are usually like 30k ahaha. BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOY. 2,300 ish words

The winds were higher than they should be, that day, and this should have given Brigitte pause, she would later think.

But she did not think that as she looked out to the sea from the bow of the boat, the salt of the air fresh in her nose, delicate crystals of it gathering in her hair and setting it to sparkle like the princess. Well, the princess she should be, she thought with a laugh, not the princess who sailed out around the horn on an afternoon when she could be entertaining a suitor.

Suitoress? She thought, puzzled for a moment, would that be the name? And then she shook her head and decided it didn’t matter, if she wasn’t there to greet them anyhow.

Her parents, by and large, were tolerant of Brigitte’s sense of adventure–Torbjorn was not without his stories of being a young man on the sea, and Ingrid had proven the only thing wild enough to sate that hunger–but the need to find someone to marry, to carry on the kingdom, was a practical concern, and while they empathized with the boredom she felt when presented with the lovely and accomplished ladies of various kingdoms, still they insisted.

It was easy for her father to talk. Her mother had smashed into his ship in a Norwegian bay and demanded he hand over his command.

It had been love at first demand.

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And The Snow Sparkles like Diamonds

docholligay:

docholligay:

My sparklee is the illustrious @sittingoverheredreaming! I combined two prompts: “Haruka and Michiru and their first Christmas with a child” and “Haruka and Michiru get snowed in somewhere” as well as your love “Michiru being cute with kids.” SO I HOPE YOU LIKE IT. 6,125 words

“Miss
Kaioh, the entire airport is grounded. I assure you your plane will
be one of the first to depart once safety has been established.”
 He was firm, but Michiru noted the anxiety in this eyes. He was
used to dealing with rich. Rich was nothing. Billionaire heiresses,
however, still didn’t visit his counter every single day, and her
French was the kind of perfect he never expected outside of the
country.

“This
is Zurich. I can’t imagine this is the first time snow has
magically appeared on the runway, left by frost fairies.” There was
no anger her in her voice, only judgment, and somehow that was all
the more terrifying.

“Ma’am,
it’s an emergency level blizzard.”

Haruka
had no idea what the French patter meant, but she knew enough of
Michiru to recognize the look in her eyes, the one that said, ‘I
could have your entire family killed and no one would ever question
it.’

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The closest thing i really have to a “Christmas” fic. I wrote this…2 years ago? last year? I can’t remember, for the Sparkle Exchange.