The Cinnamon Chronicles

Title: The Light In Me.
Fandom: Bomberman (Poisonverse).
Pairing: f!Shiro/Regulus (with flashes of Shiro/Regulus/Zoniha).
Words: 2904.
Summary: No matter the distance, I'm holding your hand.
Rating: PG-13.
Notes: The ragingly awful contrived shippy problematic trashfire known as Poisonverse has been a thing of discussion between khaures and I for about 2 or 3 years now, but the vast majority of what we've written for it don't deserve to be inflicted on anyone's eyes but our own. However, since Khaures has one themeset about the ship up and I found several floating random ideas from reviewing older discussions, I decided to own up to my part in this hellish disaster and put together a corresponding themeset for public consumption that will raise far more questions than it answers.

Details for this 'verse are in a constant state of flux, but the suuuuper basic premise is this:

At some point after destroying the Angel of Light and Shadow, Shiro finds herself on Thantos again by some happenstance. Regulus, keen on testing himself against Shiro yet again, offers her free boarding at his place in exchange for regular sparring. With nowhere else to go and nothing else better to do, Shiro takes him up on his offer. Much to her utter horror and confusion, she finds herself increasingly attracted to Regulus. Even worse: he feels the same.

Just as their roommates-with-benefits relationship starts to settle in a little, Shiro is snatched from her life by a powerful seraph named Sylach and "poisoned" with heavy amounts of seraphic energy coursing through her veins, leaving her a near-catatonic, weakened, and forgetful mess without Regulus' shadow influence countering the effect. In order to protect her, Regulus lays a celestial claim on Shiro, marking her — at least in the eyes of celestials — as his property, not to be touched or messed with, and he and Zoniha spend the next several years taking care of her.

Naturally, all of this leads to a shitton of anger, bitterness, and despair on Shiro's part, to say nothing of the existing issues in her relationship with Regulus caused merely by the fact of their personal differences. The miraculous purging of the poison later down the line only serve to make Shiro even more aware of how fucked up her life is, and leaves her with no excuse for running away from her problems — including ones that began before the BHB Army rose to power.

Poisonverse liberally mixes elements of both ODN (Khaures' treatment of canon events) and Edenverse, not that most people reading this will know or care. And, as with basically all of my themesets, this one jumps around in chronology.

Title and summary come from "Harbor" by Vienna Teng.

( Shiro isn't in love with Regulus. )

Title: Armistice.
Fandom: Bomberman (Ariaverse).
Pairing: Shiro/Regulus.
Words: 1925.
Summary: I hate to see you go, but...no, actually, I hate to see you leave, too.
Rating: PG-13.
Notes: WELP I GUESS I’VE GOT A NEW BOMBERVERSE NOW. Fuuuuck me. Named for the Arias of Creation mentioned in #18 here. This particular fic is sort of a spiritual successor to #17 from this themeset, which is I guess because a lot of my talkerations and thinkerations with this ship circle around the question of "why are you two dating each other, whhhyyyyy."

(AV Shiro is such a hot mess compared with his EDV counterpart, which is saying something. But that’s what happens when the only person who can keep you sane also drives you absolutely bananas.)

(Writing Regulus is sometimes an exercise in wondering whether he’s being deliberately obtuse or if he is genuinely just that emotionally challenged.)

( It was almost the edge of dawn when Shiro finally (some might say miraculously) woke from a deep sleep induced by blood loss, fatigue, and a heavy dose of seraphic sedative magic burning out his consciousness for several hours. )

Title: Burning Inside.
Fandom: Bomberman (Edenverse).
Pairing: Shiro/Regulus.
Words: 5777.
Summary: I’ll vanquish any foe because you’re mine; I can regain control because you’re mine.
Rating: PG-13. (And boy howdy does “PG” stand for “Pretty Gay” in this instance.)
Notes: More of this dumb bullshit. Draws/expands on stuff that happened in the previous themeset, because lazy. The same warnings and blamings from before apply, with an added dose of holy-shit-that-last-theme-is-practically-a-fic-in-and-of-itself-it’s-so-long. I guess this is an almost-‘verse now, or a scatter of almost-‘verses.

Title (and summary!) comes from ”You’re Mine” by Disturbed, which is actually a smidge more relevant than “Evelyn.”

( It literally starts raining the moment Shiro steps out from the condominium complex into the open air, heavy drops slapping loudly against the concrete like gunfire. )

Title: Career Change.
Fandom: Bomberman (Edenverse).
Pairing: The beginnings of Zoniha/Regulus.
Words: 3,199.
Summary: Zoniha receives an offer that she can refuse but doesn’t really want to.
Rating: PG-13ish, as per the usual.
Notes: I’ve been in the process of tweaking and filling in the details of the Zoniha/Regulus backstory (said as though I’m not always fiddling with things like that), so I guess this was the inevitable result of that. It also just so happens that I recently finished reading a book about the fall of the Chicago Outfit, so some of that got incorporated into here. (Lesson learned: I should probably do research into real-world crime when it comes to figuring out exactly what Reg and Zo were up as the Crown and Consort of the Obsidian Phoenix.)

( When word comes in at Serekastel that someone is requesting the company of Zoniha for the night, Zoniha merely shrugs and sets to work prettying herself up for another client. )

Title: Burning Angel Wings to Dust.
Fandom:Bomberman (Edenverse).
Pairing: Ashtarth/Draegaria.
Words: 5210.
Summary: Post-Fateful Meetings. Draegaria receives an unexpected visitor at the end of a long day, and is forced to confront ghosts long thought faded.
Rating: PG-13 for general dark stuff and mature-ish thingamabobber thingy...things.
Notes: YEEEEEAH YOU KNOW WHAT? FUCK ALL THIS AND MY WEIRD-ASS HEADCANON SHIT, WHY DID I EVER VOMIT THIS STUFF UP, I AM SUCH A WEIRDO. @_@;; I AM NOT COMPLETELY HAPPY WITH THIS BUT I AM POSTING THIS ANYWAY BECAUSE THIS HAS BEEN LYING AROUND FOR TOO DAMN LONG AND I'M KIND OF SICK OF THIS RECENT (FINAL?) DRAFT GATHERING COBWEBS AND DUSTBUNNIES. [/capslock raeg] Also, I probably shouldn't be writing a post-FM fic when I'm just barely at the halfway point of FM, but if you've played TSA (or read its Wikipedia article), y'all know how it ends anyway, and all that's left to do is futz around with is details — which you can remedy for this particular ficlet by reading through FM's big-ass Horizon arc if you haven't done so already.

Title is taken from "Wish I Had an Angel" by Nightwish. Awesome song, awesome band. Relevance of the song to the fic is up to y'all to decide. Also take care to swerve around the obligatory Vienna Teng song reference at the end as well, since Miss Teng is relevant to everything I do even if she isn't.

( Night had long since draped its gentle veil upon the city of Philomel when Sky Queen Draegaria returned to her palace, exhausted but pleased with the day's events. )

Title: Welcome to My Nightmare.
Fandom: Bomberman (Edenverse).
Pairing: Zoniha/Regulus.
Words: 3814.
Summary: The nightmare may be weak, but it still lives. Will it ever die?
Rating: PG-13 for language.
Notes: Post-TSA fic. Actually, it takes place waaaay after TSA, considering that Eirena's around. I'm not in a cracky enoughmood to finish MKE and I can't concentrate enough to figure out Shiro vs. Zhael for FM. So you get this, which is an odd idea that came to me two weeks ago and which sounded a helluva lot better in my head. No plot, just haphazard angst, as per the usual with these ficlets. It's not my best piece by any means, but I miss fandom so I wanted to visit it again for a bit. Besides, it's got OHGODSFATALLYCUTE!Eirena in it, at least for the first scene.

...dear Gods, Regulus and Zoniha are so ridiculously messed up. It's a wonder Eirena grows up as sweet and well-adjusted as she does.

( Zoniha wakes up in a cold sweat, with the invisible claws of forgotten fear clamping her throat shut and trapping her screams in her lungs. )

Title: Gaano Ko Ikaw Kamahal. (How Much I Love You)
Fandom: Bomberman (Edenverse).
Pairing: Zoniha/Regulus.
Words: 4587.
Summary: No, really. How much do you love me?
Rating: PG-13, mostly for fighting and the overall dark theme. And, um, apparently Abraxion is GAAAAAY for Regulus. Oops. Shut up, at least I'm not writing Shiro/Regulus, which I have been sorely tempted to do lately.
Notes: Reg and Zo won't leave each other me alone, so here, can hazz moar of them. Takes place at some vague point after Un homme et sa femme, playing upon themes and storylines introduced in that fic and in Ankoku Tengoku. I had more fun than I'd thought with 1st-person POV for Regulus, so you get more of that here. Title comes from a classic Tagalog love song. I had to play it for a piano recital once. Whee.

Also, opening quote comes from Sun Tsu's The Art of War. I'm just stealing from everything these days, aren't I?

( If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles. )

Title: Ankoku Tengoku. (Dark Heaven)
Fandom: Bomberman (Edenverse).
Pairing: Zoniha/Regulus.
Words: 3744.
Summary: Not all the surprises in the dark are unpleasant.
Rating: R for language and the two non-explicit sex scenes.
Notes: Holy crap, the plotbunny for this one blindsided me out of freakin' nowhere on Saturday afternoon. Seriously. I was lying in bed, randomly thinking about something vaguely related to writing fanfiction, and wham-ka-bam, the plotbunny arriveth with much fanfare and wielding a cat o' nine thousand tails ten feet long! Oh, yes, you bet I sat my ass down to write this thing even though I had a contest entry for a fanfic contest and an art commissions from a friend to work on. Given the random nature of the inspiration and how (relatively) fast I wrote this, it's probably a little more "bzuhwhat?" than usual even by Sora standards. In fact, this fic(lette) will probably only make sense to two people: myself and dantaron, and quite frankly I don't even think it makes sense to me. Especially since I'd originally imagined the entire thing as only two scenes, but then a few more scenes spun themselves out in my mind and suddenly the original two didn't seem adequate anymore. I dunno lol?

Anyway. Yes. You are, indeed, reading the fandom/rating combination correctly. Rule 34 and all that. In my defense, I'm using my human mutations of the characters - a decent example of Zoniha and Regulus can be found here.

Title comes from a kickass Ali Project song. Little factoid about the word "ankoku": a more literal translation of it into English is more like "darker than pitch black", but apparently in Japanese there's a deeper and wider meaning to this term that encompasses all the different types of darkness, literal and metaphorical. Ah, I love language. Never will I forgive my parents for giving up on trying to teach Cebuano to me as a child just because I demanded that they "stop speaking Spanish" to me.

( The first time Zoniha had sex with Regulus in the dark, it had been a total surprise. )