2 March 2010

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Title: The Sharp Edge of Your Smile
Fandom: Magic Knight Rayearth [Mafia AU]
Length: 4055
Prompt: n/a
Pairing: Clef/Presea; various other background characters
Other: There is no excuse for this. It started with this fic by [livejournal.com profile] allira_dream, in which she inserted more MKR characters into Infinity World, and then Chi and I have reworked it into an extensive headcanon. Yes, there will be other fics in this 'verse. The idea is-- what if Presea and Clef were assassins in the Mafia? This fic is rated R for violence.

Excerpt: When Clef finds people he thinks he can love, he sends them away. It's the best thing to do in a profession like his.

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Title: The Soft Brush of Your Hand
Fandom: Magic Knight Rayearth [Mafia AU]
Length: 651 words
Prompt: n/a
Pairing: Clef/Presea
So. After the events of The Sharp Edge of Your Smile, most of the stuff in the original fic by [livejournal.com profile] allira_dream happens-- and then they decide: that's enough, we're leaving this job. This takes place while they're on the run. PG-13 for sexual references... Most of it's just straight fluff and an excuse for me to talk about bella Roma.

Excerpt: They threw coins in the Trevi and Presea's eyes shone. "We will certainly come back to Rome one day," she singsonged, swinging Clef's hand in hers, and he let her have the lie.

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Title: The Warm Breath Against My Neck
Fandom: Magic Knight Rayearth [Mafia AU]
Length: 2594 words
Prompt: n/a
Pairing: Ignis/Eclat (male OCs) & Clef gen
Other: There is no excuse for this. Way precanon to The Sharp Edge of Your Smile. Ignis and Eclat are actually the names that Chi and I gave to the Pharle and Guru before Presea and Clef, so when we started talking about how Clef got into the business, this happened. PG-13 for dark themes.

Excerpt: He'd been with Eclat for almost fifteen years now, but had met Eclat's last business partner only once, when the two of them had turned up on the doorstep on a dark night that was pouring rain. The woman had been clutching her stomach in hopes that her organs would all stay in place, and she hadn't been very talkative.

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