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everlastingsoul) wrote2008-08-16 12:58 am
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Tales of Dressing - Be Happy For Me
Title: Be Happy For Me
Fandom: Tales of Dressing - Tales of Legendia
Characters: AU!Norma & Sven (brief mention of AU!Walter and Musette)
Summary: Norma asks Sven the impossible.
Notes: I can't write Sven. :| I can barely write Norma. But I got this idea off a kink meme prompt (the one where AU Walter and Norma get married) and, even though it doesn't fulfill it, I needed to write this anyway. It sounded a lot better in my head. :(
Be Happy For Me
Finding her master was incredibly, incredibly difficult. When he didn’t want to be found, Sven was absolutely unreachable. The goofball could be off in the corners of the world, getting himself into loads of trouble, when she needed to talk to him.
To put it mildly, Norma was peeved.
The aura of a peeved Norma emanated throughout anywhere she treaded, garnering the attention of the other Normas. And like any mass of people who were attuned to each other’s interests and only wishes each other the best in the world, the Normas banded together to find their wayward master.
The resulting trap consisted of a big, flashing sign with the words MAKE LOVE TO ME, MASTER ~ LOVE, NORMA in bright blue and gold.
Two hours, a frantic chase, a bagful of marbles, and a trapdoor later, Sven sat bound to a chair with a banana in his mouth.
He really wanted to eat that banana, too. He was hungry.
“You make my life so hard, you know that?” Norma grumbled, sitting on the small table that was paired with the chair. “I’ve been looking for you for days.”
Too bad he didn’t find the peel tasty. He’d probably eat that, too.
“So you’ve probably heard the news by now. That’s the reason you were hiding, right?”
Sven wasn’t sure whether to deign that guess with a response. So he focused on trying to chew through the banana peel.
“…Geez.” Giving her master the flattest look she could muster, the brunette hopped from her perch and pulled the banana from his mouth.
“Aww, I was going to eat that, too.”
“Do you want me to put this back in there!?”
“Well, maybe if you peeled it… I’d do it myself, but I’m a little tied up at the moment.”
Norma slapped her hand to her forehead, exasperated. “You are such a goofball,” she grumbled without any sort of affection. “I’m trying to be serious here.”
“Aww, why so serious? I don’t think I’ve heard you laugh once! It’s that Angry Guy Redux’s fault, isn’t it? He sucked the funny right out of you!”
“Oooh, stop it!” Norma kicked over the chair, ignoring Sven’s yelp and planting her a foot on the seat between his legs.
“Hey, uh, Norma?” Sven had a decidedly-serious look on his face.
She hadn’t seen that expression on his face for quite awhile. For a moment, she was hopeful. “Yeah?”
But then Sven’s lips widened into that all-too-familiar leer. “I like the ivory white. Satin or silk?”
Norma saw red.
“GRAVE!”
+ + + + +
Walter looked up from his tea, tilting his head to glance at the holy sovereign sitting across from him. “Did you just hear someone scream?”
Musette smiled benignly, lowering her teacup. “I think you might be hearing things, dear.”
+ + + + +
“Will you let me finish? Please?”
Sven nodded dazedly, propped up between the broken chair and the remains of the Grave eres. “Guess I don’t have much of a choice.”
“Look.” The steel that had been in Norma’s voice was quickly melting away. “Look. Master. Wally makes me happy. Okay? And you make me happy, too.” She poked Sven’s leg with her toe when she saw the beginning of a smirk on his face. “But! …It’s a totally different kind of happy. I mean, I was really happy—and annoyed—when we went treasure hunting. But mostly happy. And I sorta kinda do like the teasing—but not about my panties. Off limits, okay?
“And see—I like Wally. Like, a lot. And he does, too. …Like me, I mean.” She paused, making a face at her own lack of proper diction. “That’s why we’re getting married, you know? Because we really make each other really happy.”
“You really know how to choose ‘em, Norma. Haven’t I tried to tell you? He’s a predator! Just look at those eyes!”
There was Norma’s flat look again. “…I’ve looked at those eyes a lot longer than you, Master. Believe me, Wally’s no predator.” She stomped her foot and sighed, wondering how she had gotten off topic again. “This is hard. I know you two don’t like each other, and you don’t want anything to do with each other. Wally doesn’t want you talking with me, you don’t want me anywhere near him.”
“Uh. Norma.”
“Hush! But … get this. You’re as much my past, Master, as Wally’s gonna be my future. And right here, right now … I want both of you there. You know. For the wedding.” Another pause. “Of course I want Wally there. Duh. That goes without saying. But I want you there too.”
“Norma.”
“What??”
“You’re rambling.”
“…What I’m trying to say, you big goofball, is—”
Faced with the final question, Norma lost her nerve. Her hands balled into fists, and she inhaled sharply. Sven coughed, finally shifting from his awkward position and climbing to his feet. His expression was awfully solemn. “Come on. You’re almost there, Norma. Don't stop now.”
She sniffled. The moment of truth.
“Will you walk me down the aisle and give me away, Master?”
Fandom: Tales of Dressing - Tales of Legendia
Characters: AU!Norma & Sven (brief mention of AU!Walter and Musette)
Summary: Norma asks Sven the impossible.
Notes: I can't write Sven. :| I can barely write Norma. But I got this idea off a kink meme prompt (the one where AU Walter and Norma get married) and, even though it doesn't fulfill it, I needed to write this anyway. It sounded a lot better in my head. :(
Finding her master was incredibly, incredibly difficult. When he didn’t want to be found, Sven was absolutely unreachable. The goofball could be off in the corners of the world, getting himself into loads of trouble, when she needed to talk to him.
To put it mildly, Norma was peeved.
The aura of a peeved Norma emanated throughout anywhere she treaded, garnering the attention of the other Normas. And like any mass of people who were attuned to each other’s interests and only wishes each other the best in the world, the Normas banded together to find their wayward master.
The resulting trap consisted of a big, flashing sign with the words MAKE LOVE TO ME, MASTER ~ LOVE, NORMA in bright blue and gold.
Two hours, a frantic chase, a bagful of marbles, and a trapdoor later, Sven sat bound to a chair with a banana in his mouth.
He really wanted to eat that banana, too. He was hungry.
“You make my life so hard, you know that?” Norma grumbled, sitting on the small table that was paired with the chair. “I’ve been looking for you for days.”
Too bad he didn’t find the peel tasty. He’d probably eat that, too.
“So you’ve probably heard the news by now. That’s the reason you were hiding, right?”
Sven wasn’t sure whether to deign that guess with a response. So he focused on trying to chew through the banana peel.
“…Geez.” Giving her master the flattest look she could muster, the brunette hopped from her perch and pulled the banana from his mouth.
“Aww, I was going to eat that, too.”
“Do you want me to put this back in there!?”
“Well, maybe if you peeled it… I’d do it myself, but I’m a little tied up at the moment.”
Norma slapped her hand to her forehead, exasperated. “You are such a goofball,” she grumbled without any sort of affection. “I’m trying to be serious here.”
“Aww, why so serious? I don’t think I’ve heard you laugh once! It’s that Angry Guy Redux’s fault, isn’t it? He sucked the funny right out of you!”
“Oooh, stop it!” Norma kicked over the chair, ignoring Sven’s yelp and planting her a foot on the seat between his legs.
“Hey, uh, Norma?” Sven had a decidedly-serious look on his face.
She hadn’t seen that expression on his face for quite awhile. For a moment, she was hopeful. “Yeah?”
But then Sven’s lips widened into that all-too-familiar leer. “I like the ivory white. Satin or silk?”
Norma saw red.
“GRAVE!”
+ + + + +
Walter looked up from his tea, tilting his head to glance at the holy sovereign sitting across from him. “Did you just hear someone scream?”
Musette smiled benignly, lowering her teacup. “I think you might be hearing things, dear.”
+ + + + +
“Will you let me finish? Please?”
Sven nodded dazedly, propped up between the broken chair and the remains of the Grave eres. “Guess I don’t have much of a choice.”
“Look.” The steel that had been in Norma’s voice was quickly melting away. “Look. Master. Wally makes me happy. Okay? And you make me happy, too.” She poked Sven’s leg with her toe when she saw the beginning of a smirk on his face. “But! …It’s a totally different kind of happy. I mean, I was really happy—and annoyed—when we went treasure hunting. But mostly happy. And I sorta kinda do like the teasing—but not about my panties. Off limits, okay?
“And see—I like Wally. Like, a lot. And he does, too. …Like me, I mean.” She paused, making a face at her own lack of proper diction. “That’s why we’re getting married, you know? Because we really make each other really happy.”
“You really know how to choose ‘em, Norma. Haven’t I tried to tell you? He’s a predator! Just look at those eyes!”
There was Norma’s flat look again. “…I’ve looked at those eyes a lot longer than you, Master. Believe me, Wally’s no predator.” She stomped her foot and sighed, wondering how she had gotten off topic again. “This is hard. I know you two don’t like each other, and you don’t want anything to do with each other. Wally doesn’t want you talking with me, you don’t want me anywhere near him.”
“Uh. Norma.”
“Hush! But … get this. You’re as much my past, Master, as Wally’s gonna be my future. And right here, right now … I want both of you there. You know. For the wedding.” Another pause. “Of course I want Wally there. Duh. That goes without saying. But I want you there too.”
“Norma.”
“What??”
“You’re rambling.”
“…What I’m trying to say, you big goofball, is—”
Faced with the final question, Norma lost her nerve. Her hands balled into fists, and she inhaled sharply. Sven coughed, finally shifting from his awkward position and climbing to his feet. His expression was awfully solemn. “Come on. You’re almost there, Norma. Don't stop now.”
She sniffled. The moment of truth.
“Will you walk me down the aisle and give me away, Master?”
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"Why so serious?" (God I will never be able to read that line without grinning) - loved the description of the trap, too. It's so quick and the next thing you know Sven has a banana in his mouth. mdr
You know what? The "SUDDENLY: CUT TO MUSETTE" tactic for dodging the description of an attack or fight is a good one. I forsee it being used more often.
And you say you can't write Sven and barely Norma, but you nailed a key part of their relationship (the fact he's aware almost before she is). Um, I mean, that's what I think? It's always hard to tell with Sven.
ANYWAY LOVED IT. Although one has to wonder what the wedding would be like. All the Normas would probably be there and there would be no end to the madness.
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That was sad and funny (I LOVED YOUR TRAP) and cute at the same time.
OTL
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