Title: Nostalgia (Prompt: "Different")
Pairing: Raven/Oz
Rating: R-ish
Comment: Spoilers if you haven't read past ch. 7, but that pretty much goes for any Raven/Oz fic...


They are thirteen years old.

"Y-young master!" Gilbert splutters as Oz releases his lips. "You can't do that!"

"Why not?" Oz asks innocently. "You don't want me to?"

Gilbert's eyes go wide as dinner plates. "No... I mean - that is - I -" His face turns even redder, red as a ripe cherry, and Oz snickers as he waits for Gilbert's answer. "That's not it," Gilbert finally manages. "I... I don't really mind..." His gaze slides away from Oz's; he's too embarassed to look at him.

Oz answers with a knowing smile, as if he'd already known what Gilbert would say. "Then what's the problem?"

"Because! I - I'm your servant and - and what if somebody sees!"

"That won't happen, stupid!" says Oz. "Didn't I say it already? No one will find us here, so we can play as long as we want."

"But - but -" Gilbert's protests die in his throat as his master's mouth covers his own.

...

They are fourteen, now.

Gilbert's slight body shifts against his master's; he can't quite suppress the slight jerk of his hips as Oz's fingers trace over his spine. Oz chuckles into his mouth and runs his hand down to press against Gilbert's hardened flesh through the cloth of his trousers.

"Young master!" Gilbert yelps, breaking away from the kiss. "What are you doing?!"

Oz tilts his head quizzically and removes his hand. "You want me to stop?" he asks.

The look of panic that crosses Gilbert's face is too much; Oz bursts out laughing. "That's what I thought," says Oz, and pushes Gilbert back down. "Then stop complaining." With that, he slips his hand beneath Gilbert's waistband.

Gilbert squeaks in dismay, though his splutters do not even manage to form words.

"We're healthy, growing boys, right?" Oz reassures him. "We have needs, right? It's only natural we'd help each other out."

Gilbert isn't sure that logic makes any sense, but as Oz's hand wraps around his length he can't seem to work out why. They are both young, and Oz's hands are clumsy, but it doesn't matter. Gilbert muffles his cries against his master's shoulder as his vision bleeds to white.

...

Gilbert is twenty-four now, yet his master is still only fifteen.

A gulf of time stretches between then and now, yet Gilbert finds himself spluttering just as awkwardly as years ago. Oz straddles his hips, sliding his arms around his (no longer skinny) shoulders. Fumbling in a panic, Gilbert doesn't react quickly enough to stop his master from kissing him.

His whole body goes rigid the moment those lips cover his; he didn't expect those memories to flood back so sharply, didn't expect those lips would feel just the same. He's still frozen when Oz leans back with a wicked smirk on his face.

"Gil's still cute when he blushes," Oz says, impish.

Which, of course, only makes Gil flush hotter. "You -!"

Oz grins. "I was a little afraid to do that," he admits. "I thought it might be weird, now."

"It is weird!" Gilbert says. "You can't just..."

"Why not?" Oz asks innocently. "You don't want me too?"

Gilbert's chest clenches at the familiarity, his eyes going wide, voice dying in his throat.

"See?" says Oz. "That's what I thought." He leans forward again, but Gilbert shakes himself back to present day, and he pushes Oz back.

"Oz," he says. Not 'young master'. "Oz, I'm twenty-four, do you understand? Not fourteen. I'm not a kid anymore."

Oz blinks at him, and Gilbert thinks he sees something like sadness flicker over his features; but then it's gone, and Oz just grins at him again. "That's right," says Oz. "By now Gil's probably learned lots of interesting things he can teach me, right?"

Gilbert makes an incoherent sound of exasperation. "Damn it, you -"

"Or maybe not," Oz says, tilting his head and laying a finger against the side of his mouth. "Gil was always pretty hopeless, wasn't he?"

"Listen to what other people are saying!"

Oz chuckles, and then his smile turns gentle. He reaches up and softly cups Gilbert's face in his hand. Another pang of familiarity hits so hard he sucks in a breath at the pain of it; but this time the sensation runs deeper, and he cannot even place the memory.

"I already told you, didn't I?" Oz says. "You're not going to get away from me that easily." And then he leans forward - and Gilbert knows it's probably wrong, knows that he should stop him, but his master's lips are on him and all he wants to do is put his arms around that small body and never let go.

At least in this respect, Oz is right; he hasn't really changed so much after all.


---


Title: How to Tame a Raven
Pairing: Alice/Raven (yes, you read that right, don't judge me)
Rating: PG


"It's kind of lonely over here, isn't it?" said Oz.

"Why do I have to stand here?!" Gilbert demanded.

"What about me?" screeched Emily. "I'm a girl, I'm a girl!"

"Now, now, Emily," said Break, consoling. "No one is saying you aren't a proper maiden."

They all stood in various degrees of annoyance and dejection in the exile of the corner, while Sharon clung to Alice and exuded a glittering aura of maidenly radiance. The men were not allowed to interrupt. Break started inching along the length of the wall towards the two women.

"Um, Break?" said Oz. "Are you sure that's okay?"

Break just waved him to silence.

"So," beamed Sharon. "You're saying that Mr. Oz seems to be too close to his servant for your liking, then?"

Alice nodded. "Like I said," she sniffed haughtily. "I'm Oz's master, so Oz should only be looking at me, right?"

"Well, I suppose that's a problem," said Sharon, placing a thoughtful finger against her lips. "Hmm. Suppose you think of it like this. Mr. Gilbert is Mr. Oz's servant, right?"

"Right..." said Alice, unsure of where this was going.

"And Mr. Oz is your servant, correct?"

"Right."

"Well then! That solves the problem, doesn't it?"

Alice blinked. "What?"

"If Mr. Gilbert belongs to Mr. Oz, and Mr. Oz belongs to you, then doesn't that mean that Mr. Gilbert also belongs to you? Wouldn't it be all right like that?"

Alice's mouth dropped open. "Ah, that's right," she said, hitting her fist against her palm. "Still, making that seaweed-head do as I say is going to be pretty hard."

"Ah, Ms. Alice," said Break gleefully, "I think I can help you!"

"Hmph," said Alice. "What would you know about it, you stupid clown?"

"Mr. Break," said Sharon, her smile turned dangerously sweet. "Didn't I tell you to wait over there?"

"Well," Break said, ignoring Sharon, "how did you make that kid into your servant? Can't you do that with Mr. Gilbert, too?"

"Huh? You can't form a contract with two separate humans, stupid -"

"No, no," said Break, waving his hand. "That's not what I mean. That shouldn't be necessary anyway, since he's already the kid's servant, right? What you need is a -" here Break leaned forward, lowering his voice. "- a symbol of dominance."

"Wait just a moment, Break!" Sharon protested, catching on. "What are you telling her?"

"A 'symbol of dominance'?" Alice wondered.

"Yes, yes, like with Mr. Oz," said Break. Then he cupped his hand around his mouth and whispered into her ear.

Her eyes went wide for a moment; then her features slipped into serpentine vision of glee. She crossed her arms, rubbing her chin and scheming. "It's not like I want to do that with that stupid seaweed head, but... That might just work," she murmured. "Maybe you had a good idea for once."

"Break...?" said Sharon, her voice encrusted in sugar. "Could you come here for a moment, please?"

The bloody lump that had been Break twitched as Alice made her way over to the other two boys. Planting her feet wide, she pointed up at Gilbert's face. "You! Seaweed-head! I have something to say to you!"

"Hah...?" said Gilbert blankly.

"You - no, wait a second," said Alice. She walked back to the table, then grabbed a chair and dragged it back over in front of Gilbert. Upon climbing on top of it she found herself half a head taller than the man. "Perfect," she decided, lifting her arm back up to point at him again.

Gilbert reared back lest he lose an eye. "Watch it, you stupid rabbit!"

"You!" said Alice dramatically. "You're that brat's servant, right?" She swiveled her finger so that it now pointed at Oz.

"Ah... Yes?" said Gilbert.

"Then you have no choice! That brat belongs to me, so that makes you my property as well!"

"Wha -" spluttered Gilbert. "Stupid - do you want to die?!"

His hand was already on his gun when she reached out and grabbed him by his hair, pulling him closer. "I already said it, didn't I?" she said, smirking. "You don't have a choice."

"Like hell I don't, you stupid - mmph!"

And with that she had sealed her mouth over his.

Everyone in the room froze, staring. Gilbert had gone completely rigid, his eyes wide enough they looked in danger of falling out of his head.

"A... Alice?" Oz stuttered.

"Wow," said Break from the floor. "She really did it..."

Sharon said nothing, and hit Break again with the fan.

"Mghmfff!" said Gilbert, his arms flailing.

Alice finally released him, and he stumbled backward until his back hit the wall. "Wha... What..." he said, twitching, his face gone sheet-white.

"Alice..." said Oz, his cheeks pink. "You..."

"Feel honored, seaweed-head," said Alice, her arms crossed in satisfaction. She hopped down from the chair and pulled it back over to the table, and proceeded to sit down and devour her cake. Gilbert slid slowly down the wall.

"There, there," said Oz, patting his head consolingly. "Getting kissed by a cute girl can't be that bad, can it?"

Gilbert choked, his face turning from white to red.

"Oh well," said Break as he limped his way over. "That's too bad. I think she broke him."

---

From: [identity profile] lefty-215.livejournal.com


Oh~ I love these. <3333 as much as I love Oz/Gil (or however people like to write it) I think the Alice/Gil one takes the cake for me. Seme Alice FTW~ <33. As cracked out as the pairing is, I think you just made me ship it more. I hope that's not a bad thing. LOL I love Sharon's logic. Truer word could not have been said. LOLOL

More people need to open up their minds to the fun that is Alice/Gil.


And actually I was inspired to draw a picture of it. Hope that doesn't make me sound creepy. XD;

Nothing much, but here (http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b15/lefty_215/Art/Scan10442twhfdfdvf3.png) it is if you'd like to see. But photobucket kinda killed the size. DX

I hope to see more PH ficage from you in the future~

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Hi brane!! I'm sorry to annoy you..but I'd like ask you something: i'm an italian fan of tha manga of Pandora Hearts and recently I found your fanfictions on Fanfiction.net. (That I liked above all was Nostalgia^^) I'm also a member of a PH italian forum so I want ask you the permission to translate your fiction and publish it on this site. I ask you this question here because i didn't know where I could contact you-.-'' However, if you want I'll give you the link of the site, so you'll can visit it. I'm waiting for your answer! Byeee
Ps: Excuse me for my horrible english!!-.-'' I hope you'll be able to understand me!^^'' kiss
Pps: You can found me on Ffic.net under the name of emo-artist92!

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Ooooook!! Thanks! You can visit my forum here-->http://pandoraheartsforum.forumcommunity.net/

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I loved the Oz/Raven fic. But, but the Raven/Alice one was too freakin' funny. Honestly, I can see this happening in the manga, even though Raven/Alice will never happen. It seems more like a friendship thing to me, for some reason. >> But yeah, love it. xD

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why is gil always on the bottom? He's so hopeless for an adult....of course that's why we love him <3

Even the rabbit tops him....it's so morbidly delicious and funny at the same time
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