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03 March 2010 @ 03:20 pm
 

So lately there's been all this talk of couples other than the canon ones in Tutu, and it made me want to explore some of them a bit. Hence, fanfiction. Really, really short fanfiction, because I have not the time, attention span or skill to write long fic for all of them :'( Bear in mind that I chose pairings based on what interaction any two characters had on screen, and on the potential I thought their relationship might have had, given the chance. Some are more platonic than romantic, but there's nothing particularly graphic in any of them.

Finally, I know not all of these will be your cup of tea, but I appreciate advice/critique/debates/whatever. Anyway, enjoy!



1. Siegfried/Tutu - Introspection, Bittersweet

She remembers a radiant prince, beloved by his people

She remembers a brave, kind-hearted man, who’d do anything to protect the weak.

She remembers a dear friend, who’d tease her when she tripped over the skirts of her gown, but always caught her before she fell.

She remembers a betrothal, full of nerves, excitement, happiness and long walks through the palace gardens, of sitting by the duck pond with their feet trailing in the water when no one was looking.

She remembers his fear. He feared for his people, feared he wasn’t strong enough to protect them, spent sleepless nights worrying over a future that once seemed so bright. She remembers wishing how he could just forget everything, and be free from the sacrifice he would one day be forced to make.

Now . . . she looks at him now, and remembers the pride, courage, kindness, faith and love that once made this lifeless doll a prince. Underneath it all, he is still that prince, and underneath this clumsy child, she is still the princess who loves him with all her heart.

She cannot speak of her love, but prays that one day, he will remember it anyway.

 

2.      Rue/Ahiru - Missing Scene (mid series 1), Companionship

They made an odd sight, walking down the street together. Rue kept a steady, stately pace, looking every inch the graceful princess. Ahiru, however, couldn’t seem to walk in a straight line. She skipped, stumbled and jogged along beside the taller girl, literally running circles around her like a restless bumblebee.

“Keep still, would you?” Rue said, exasperated. Somehow she’d become accustomed to this daily ritual without ever agreeing to it. “You’re making me dizzy.”

“Sorry.” Chagrined, Ahiru made an effort to keep pace with the older girl.

“Where do you get all that energy, anyway?”

Ahiru scratched the back of her head sheepishly. “Ehh, well my routines aren’t nearly as hard as yours. Actually, they mostly involve mopping floors . . . but oh, speaking of that, you were really great in class today!”

Rue grimaced. “Hardly. I fell over again, and this time I can’t even blame you. I haven’t been so clumsy since beginner class.” Nor so tired, she thought wearily. It had been weeks since her last undisturbed sleep. 

“But still . . . you got up and did the whole thing again, even though it hurt. That was really great.” She beamed up at the brunette, full of blithe sincerity.

Rue glanced away and didn’t reply. She couldn’t say how it was more important than ever for her to be perfectly controlled, when everything else in her life seemed to be unravelling. Some days, she could barely distinguish her nightmares from her memories, and it frightened her. She frightened herself.

They reached the dorm, and Ahiru turned to say goodnight. “See you tomorrow?”

Rue looked down at her last reliable constant. She smiled wearily. “I hope so.”

 

3. Mytho/Fakir - Missing Scene (Post season 1 finale), Fluff, Shonen-ai


Fakir was sick of feeling like an invalid. Mytho, who had spent the last week patiently listening to his bedbound companion’s grumbling, finally said, “You don’t rest enough, Fakir. You ought to enjoy it while you can.”

“I’ve had enough rest to last a century,” he snapped. “What I ought to do is get up and do something. There are things that need taking care of, and . . .”

He was silenced by the prince’s finger over his lips. Stunned, he could only watch as Mytho climbed onto the bed, wary of his injuries, and leaned over. Gently, his fingers untied Fakir’s ponytail and combed through the knots and tangles, so that the black tresses fell smoothly around his shoulders. He shivered at the sensation, caught between pleasure, uncertainty, and unaccustomed shyness.

“Mytho . . . what . . ?”

“Shh,” Mytho pressed a kiss to his forehead, then pulled back with a smile. “Let me take care of you for a change.”

The next kiss found his lips, and after a moment’s hesitation, Fakir finally allowed himself to relax.




4. Autor/Rue - Post-series, (sort-of) Bittersweet

Once upon a time, a composer fell in love with a princess.

His fingers dance nimbly over the piano, weaving tendrils of music like the finest silk. As always, his thoughts soon drift to his muse, and the sweet fantasies she once promised.

He thinks of midnight; of black wings and feathers on the wind; of rose-red lips and eyes full of mystery. Time passes slowly, and the threshold between dreams and reality becomes blurred. He imagines a lithe figure stepping out of the shadows, crossing the room en pointe to stand in the moonlight. In his peripheral, he watches as she unfurls her limbs and begins to spin in slow, languid circles, gliding along his music the way a swan glides on air currents.

They make a perfect duet, the two of them. The musician and the prima ballerina, and it doesn’t matter that he isn’t a prince, because she isn’t a princess and doesn’t belong in a fairytale. She is Rue, and she is beautiful and amazing, and she belongs here, in the real world, with him.

Because you can’t fall in love with a story.

 

5. Autor/Fakir - Post-series, Friendship/Partnership

 
“You’re handwriting is atrocious. So is your grammar.”

 “Those things don’t matter."

 “Oh really? Being unable to tell the difference between ‘there’ and ‘their’ could mean that, instead of a rainy day, someone drowns in their bathtub! Do you really want other people to suffer the consequences of your cutting corners?”

 “Alright, alright. I’ll fix it. Just . . . stop talking.”

“Hmph. Ungrateful ignorant. Writes one decent story about one person – who isn’t even a person – and thinks himself a literary genius . . .”

“Nagging, neurotic slave-driver . . .”

“What was that?!”

~~~

It was the end of another long day, and the town’s current Story Spinner had fallen asleep on top of his work. Again.

Rolling his eyes, Autor tried excavating the paper gently as possible so as not to wake the other boy. Honestly, if he kept this up, they’d never make any progress at all. Perhaps Autor should make their weekly sessions daily ones, just so he could force the stubborn, infuriating moron to eat and sleep, two things he clearly did not do on his own.

He tossed a blanket around the Story Spinner’s shoulders, then settled down for another night of scrawling critique over painfully bad handwriting. Being a tutor, editor and babysitter all in one was a tough job, but Autor had always prided himself on versatility.

After all, if he didn’t take care of the idiot, then who would?



6. Fakir/Rue - Alternate Universe, UST (This one is the longest. Not my fault, they just wouldn't shut up.)

He glanced up at the smirking waitress and scowled. “I thought you didn’t work Thursdays.”

“I’m covering for Freya tonight. Lucky you. So, let me guess . . . black coffee, no sugar?” She scrawled down the order without waiting for affirmation. “Really Fakir, you’re predictability is so endearing.”

She flounced off, and he forced himself to glare at the notebook, not her retreating back. He managed to scrawl a few words down, but the peace was short-lived. Rue returned with remarkable speed, handed him his coffee (he grunted something that she knew wasn’t a thankyou) and sat down in the seat across from him.

“Don’t you have work to do?” he asked irritably.

“It’s a slow night.” She watched him studiously ignore her for a minute, then said, “So. Who am I?”

“You really want me to answer that?”

She tapped his notebook with her fingernail. He yanked it out of reach. “In your book, silly. Which character do I inspire?”

“What makes you possibly think I’d base a character off you?”

“Well, novelists write about the people around them, only with different names and special powers, yes? So far, I have seen you interact with exactly two people – myself, and that editor of yours who kept gawking at me indiscreetly. Thus, if your book is to have any characters at all who are worth reading about, you’re rather low on options.” She shrugged one shoulder. “Also, I know you wouldn’t be able to resist killing me off violently. So my guess is . . . I’m a villain of some sort. Evil sorceress? Arch-enemy, perhaps?”

Fakir snorted. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

She smirked. “Well, when you do kill me, at least make it an interesting death.”

He grunted, already absorbed in another sentence. She studied the way his pen moved across the page, and wondered where the bandage on his hand had come from. He was a regular at Crown Coffee, but fancied himself quite the brooding enigma. She’d been trying to needle information out of him for months now, to limited success.

He paused to sip his coffee. She took the opportunity to ask, “So who’s the hero? I certainly hope he’s not your editor.”

Fakir stiffened, and she thought he’d shut down completely. He did that sometimes, when she asked one too many questions. But to her surprise, he put down the pen, took out his wallet, and slid it across the table. “Open it.”

Eyebrows raised, she was about to make some smart comment about generous tipping, but the words froze on her lips as she looked at the photo inside. Gazing up at her was the most beautiful young man she had ever seen . . . and also the saddest. It was a colour photo, but the boy himself seemed almost monochrome; unnaturally pale skin, platinum hair (was it even blonde?), white pants and collar shirt. His eyes were a light, brownish colour, but they seemed blank and glassy, like a doll.

“That’s the prince,” Fakir said quietly. “Or at least, it was. I’m writing this story for him."

“Is he sick?” she asked, still studying the photo.

“He’s sick in the mind. Has been for a long time.” He held out his hand, and she reluctantly passed the wallet back.

“What sort of prince is he?”

“The best kind. Strong, selfless, compassionate. Too altruistic for his own good, always getting into trouble.” A small, unguarded smile crossed his lips. “Has no sense of direction, until someone really needs him. Then, he’ll be there in no time at all."

Rue tried to imagine someone as beautiful as the man in Fakir’s memory, with warm amber eyes and nothing but love to give. She found it impossible. Men like that only existed in fairytales.

The bell above the door jingled, and a group of people walked in. She stood up and tried to shake off the sudden sense of melancholy. Stupid, morbid writer. “Well, I wish you luck with the story,” she said. “Be a gentleman and tip well – I poured my heart and soul into that coffee for you.” She winked and wandered over to serve the new customers.

Fakir sighed, pocketing the wallet once more. He really ought to start frequenting another coffee shop, where the staff acted like staff and not the Spanish Inquisition. Although, he had to admit – being around annoying people was much more stimulating for the creative mind than being left in peace.

He bent down to once again to write, but continued to watch the waitress out of the corner of his eye. Maybe he could give the evil witch a redemptive death rather than the cruel, viciously satisfying one he’d been planning. Deep, tragic villains were people-pleasers, after all. Who knows? If he is feeling generous enough he might even give her a happy ending. 


Thanks for reading!

 



 
 
 
The Princess of Seyruun: Spice and sugar.amelia_seyroon on March 3rd, 2010 04:51 am (UTC)
I...love you for writing Rue/Ahiru. ;.;

They're secretly my OTP.

As much as I support Fakir/Ahiru, I also love the platonic relationship/friendship between Rue and Ahiru, and also Kraehe/Tutu. There doesn't have to be anything romantic about them at all.

Again, I must thank you for including Rue/Ahiru. &hearts They're like the most overlooked pair in the series.
catte_noircatte_noir on March 3rd, 2010 04:53 am (UTC)
Yeah, I love their relationship too :D They have such an interesting dynamic, its conflicting and really sweet at the same time.

Thanks so much! It was my pleasure to write.
The Princess of Seyruun: Rue/Ahiru is love.amelia_seyroon on March 3rd, 2010 04:56 am (UTC)
Yeah. Everyone else in the fandom only cares about the canon and slash couples. =.=; Nobody ever pays attention to the femmeslash. =(

catte_noircatte_noir on March 3rd, 2010 04:58 am (UTC)
True, I haven't seen much of it about ;_;
The lost sheep: Rue sama: Ballet lovelost_hitsu on March 3rd, 2010 05:04 am (UTC)
Seconded Rue/Ahiru! I like your writing style, thanks for sharing!
catte_noircatte_noir on March 3rd, 2010 05:07 am (UTC)
Thankyou!!
The Princess of Seyruun: Best friends.amelia_seyroon on March 3rd, 2010 05:11 am (UTC)
More Rue/Ahiru!
Professional Lurker: muahahahaweb_of on March 3rd, 2010 05:42 am (UTC)
Oh, I love this! All of them are very well-written, but I must say that my favorite is the Fakir/Rue story. Their interaction there just rings so true for me.
catte_noircatte_noir on March 3rd, 2010 06:02 am (UTC)
Thanks a lot! Yeah, that one was lots of fun to write. The snark and banter makes their relationship, canon or otherwise, is very entertaining.
Icarus Iso: Writingicarus_iso on March 3rd, 2010 06:18 am (UTC)
Nice to see you've been busy with your uni studies...

Still, these are all so awesome!!
catte_noircatte_noir on March 3rd, 2010 11:32 am (UTC)
It wasn't the writing that took up study time as much as trying to UPLOAD THE DAMN THING. Grr technology, how I loathe thee...

But thanks ^_^
Haley/Morwen: 62haleysings on March 3rd, 2010 07:03 am (UTC)
Wow, excellent! I was really surprised and impressed by how IC most of these felt. In particular, the Rue/Ahiru one is something I could totally see in canon.

I think you said you'd appreciated some critique, so...here's some stuff I wrote down while reading?

I'm not sure about Tutu being engaged to Siegfried...it's an interesting idea, but if that's the case, he seems too honorable to leave his fiancee behind for another girl (since, as far as he knows, Duck is Tutu). It does explain why Tutu knows him, though.

Like I said above, I think Rue and Ahiru are REALLY in character in their piece. In fact, there's not much that I can say about this one except I really like it...which is funny, because I'm generally less interested in their relationship compared to some of the other ones, but it's really enjoyable. this might even be my favorite of the bunch.

I've always wished we could see more of Mytho taking care of Fakir when he was injured. XD It's such a great switch of their roles, so I was sad that the show mostly skipped over it.

the Autor/Rue one is good, although not particularly unique, so it doesn't stand out as well as some of the other stuff in this group--I've read a lot of fanfics where Autor plays piano while thinking about Rue. But I did really like the line He thinks of midnight; of black wings and feathers on the wind; of rose-red lips and eyes full of mystery. Nice imagery there!
Also, I was a liiittle thrown off by the idea of Autor saying you can't fall in love with a story, since he himself is so obsessed with stories. That's just personal character interpretation, though, so take that with a grain of salt.

On the Autor/Fakir one--I'd hate to be a grammar nazi, but I think the "you're" there should be "your". And the italics threw me off a bit--I thought they were inner thoughts before I realized they were being mumbled, or something. Still, I like the idea of Autor taking it upon himself to "watch over" Fakir, since I can definitely see him making himself a sort of guardian. Their interaction definitely has some untapped potential. ^^

and the Fakir/Rue one...ooooh. I loved when Fakir took out the picture of Mytho and told Rue bits and pieces about his story--I could picture the scene in my mind really well. Rue as a sassy waitress is funny, too. XD Sometimes she felt a little too outgoing or flirty with Fakir--I assumed it'd be because in this AU her background isn't quite as grim, but I wasn't really sure. Otherwise I really, really enjoyed this one, though--despite being an AU, the characters felt really believable, and I liked that this universe's Fakir was writing a story that mirrors Tutu. I know you said you didn't have time for long pieces (and I identify with that, believe me XD), but I actually would be thrilled to see this turned into a longer story. I think there's a lot of potential to this one.

So yeah, all in all I really love these. <3 I hope people don't skip over this!
catte_noircatte_noir on March 3rd, 2010 11:30 am (UTC)
Wow I haven't gotten such great critique for a fic since...well ever LOL :D

I'm glad you liked the Rue/Ahiru one, I agonised over their dialogue for ages (despite it being under 300 words :P) but it seems like the one people like most which is surprising, since I've never actually written them before XD Still, I really love their canon relationship and interaction, so I'm happy it worked for you.

Mytho and Fakir - I just really wanted them to have a sweet moment for once, instead of what they usually get in canon, and figured the short break between season 1 and 2 was a good time lol

Autor/Rue, i'll admit, was all about the imagery. Sometimes I just can't resist excessive metaphors *is sheepish* As for his perspective on stories, it seemed that his ability to see past Drosselmeyer's illusion suggested that he was very grounded in realism, and the fact that Rue still went off into the fairytale at the end might have been upsetting. Maybe? lol Autor is contradictory.

GAHH in a fic about Autor the Nitpicker, I had a grammar mistake *headdeskHEADDESK* I will fix that, thanks for catching it (and maybe rethink the italics...)

Hmm when I was writing waitress!Rue I did worry about her overly outgoing nature, but I figure her past here isn't QUITE as awful as the canon one. Not perfect, obviously, but probably minus some emotional abuse and memory repression. Also, I can kind of hee her sassiness as a sort of mask, or defense mechanism. LOL if I ever do expand on this idea (it's tempting, believe me) I'll explore her character better. I'm glad it was otherwise believable and enjoyable!

Anyway, thank you so much for taking the time to give such in-depth advice, it's really appreciated. In particular, I'm happy you found it IC, since that's very important to me in fanfic.

Arigatou! :D
catte_noircatte_noir on March 3rd, 2010 11:37 am (UTC)
Oh and as for Siegfried/Tutu ... well, I'm sort of working under the assumption that he suffered memory loss in addition to his emotions. Whether or not this is true or just Willing Suspension of Disbelief on my part is debatable, but Tutu's early devotion to him (not Duck's crush, mind, but Tutu's love) seemed to suggest that she had a close past with him.
the real kwon: and we'll dancebookelfe on March 3rd, 2010 03:22 pm (UTC)
All of these are really awesome, but I'm another person who has to give special props to the Ahiru-(/)-Rue one - you've captured a lot of how I see their relationship (and why I love it!)
catte_noircatte_noir on March 3rd, 2010 11:49 pm (UTC)
Thankyou! I'm glad you thought I did Rue and Ahiru's relationship justice ^_^ Friends or romance, their interaction is so great.
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catte_noircatte_noir on March 30th, 2010 03:52 am (UTC)
:D Thankyou! Those three were my favourites, I'm glad you enjoyed them!
Lucky_Ladybug: autorinsaneladybug on June 11th, 2010 02:59 am (UTC)
I finally get to these! The Rue/Ahiru one really is cute and seems like a missing canon scene. ^^

... You know, strangely it didn't dawn on me that Mytho must have taken care of Fakir during the week between seasons. Now I'm intrigued wondering about that week!

And the Autor and Fakir one is so much love! **squees.** I can totally see it happening. And I love how Autor has placed himself as Fakir's guardian and worries about him eating and sleeping.
catte_noircatte_noir on June 11th, 2010 07:04 am (UTC)
Thank you so much, I'm glad you enjoyed them! ^_^ Rue and Ahiru are adorable together, I'm glad it felt canonical to you.

LOL I'm intruiged by that week too... for purely... professional reasons... *cough*. Fakir would be so grumpy about having to be taken care of, but he loves it secretly XD

I'm glad you like the Autor/Fakir one, their relationship is one of the most intruiging out of the whole cast. LOL poor Fakir is so used to being an independent loner who takes care of everyone, and the suddenly he has this annoying guy (an equal, no less, rather than someone he feels responsible for) acting like his babysitter. Oh the possibilities...

Thanks again for the comment!
Lucky_Ladybuginsaneladybug on June 11th, 2010 09:36 am (UTC)
Yes, there is so much that could be done with Autor and Fakir. It's sad that hardly anyone takes advantage of it! (LOL, when I looked them up by the character tags on Fanfiction.net, my stories were the majority of what came up. And then the three shounen-ai ones, and I think that was it. There's surely some older ones that don't use the tags, however....)