Tsubasa: Reservoir Chronicle+21
RG Vedafan fiction
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27 RG Veda stories are open to everyone here, 89% of them complete. The average one runs about 3,300 words. Read any of them in your browser, save it as an EPUB, or listen to it.
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Norse Religion & Lore+51
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RG Veda
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RG Veda
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RG Veda
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Cardcaptor Sakura+15
2006 Advent Calendar
by stillskies
24 drabbles based on various themes for the 2006 holiday season. CLAMP characters enjoy winter.
Tsubasa: Reservoir Chronicle+1
Icarus
by FarenMaddox
They fall in love while living in Eole Space Station. They raise their kids together while living in Eole Space Station. They might also be dying there, if they don't do something fast. My entry for the 2015 KuroFai Olympics, Team Sci-Fi, prompt 'Daddy Daycare'
Hindu Mythology+2
Silver Trinity
by EolasEadrom
This prose is about three goddesses in Hindu mythology that represent the epitome of female power: Parvati, Lakshmi, and Saraswati. Some of them have well-worn tales surrounding their rise to the throne, while others have only mystery shrouding their lives. Sometimes they walk as humans; sometimes they are just pawns; sometimes they are all-powerful. But perhaps the only thread to twine Hindu mythology is this: all beings in this universe are fallible. So who were these women, these goddesses? They were more than human, but they were still prone to humanity’s mistakes. They were strong in their own way, courageous when needed. But they were prideful, cruel, petty- a thousand sins among a thousand virtues. Let us explore these women, then, and their powers. They are so very different, so let us see their world, and their pain. How do they take what was not given, how do they make it their own? Where is the balance struck, between mortal humanity and immortal gods? Parvati is bravery, so let us see her courage. Saraswati is knowledge, so let us see her battles. Lakshmi is beauty, so let us see her strength. (a character study of goddesses Parvati, Lakshmi, and Saraswati)
Tokyo Babylon+3
The One-Eyed Man
by Etrangere
The Clover jazz club held a bal masqué for Carnival. Two onmyouji attended it for their own reason.
RG Veda
A potentially explicit work
RG Veda
Pressure Points
by magicnoire (inkstone)
Sometimes we fall in love with the last person we expect.
RG Veda
The Last of Our Kind
by estuary
We inherit so many things from our parents in the end. Kendappa-ou comes to terms with the inevitable end to her story. A piece in a handful of movements.
Tsubasa: Reservoir Chronicle+4
Crimson Underworld
by Rekall
In a city, three criminal organizations, the Ashura Clan, the Empire Group and the Ichihara Family, fight each for control. Members of these organizations often battle each other as they try to live out their lives and experience love between each other, normal citizens and their enemies.
RG Veda
Incompatible
by cwildairs
Kujaku visits some old acquaintances, has a few conversations, and arrives at a few conclusions.
CLAMP - Works+11
A potentially explicit work
RG Veda
Alpha Pavonis
by little Alex (litalex)
Disclaimer: Not mine, but Clamp’s. Yay, Clamp. Story Notes: A series of snippets instead of a coherent story. Sorry.
RG Veda
Symphony of a Killer
by inkstone
Instead of receiving a proper burial, her father's corpse rotted in the caverns outside Zenmi-jou. No one spoke of the Jigokuten after that. Kendappa refused to suffer the same fate. People would speak her name for generations after and mean her. Not her mother, not her daughter, but her.
RG Veda
He Loved Him
by page_library page (curiously_me)
It was simple, really... he'd always loved him after all.
CLAMP - Works+2
wrap your leather-clad
by orphan_account
Karen had orchestrated the entire thing, and she had NO IDEA where she had gotten that gun. If she remembered correctly, the only gun she’d had anything to do with in the past twenty-four hours was the one she’d decided not to take with her to this little meeting. In fact she’d outright refused it when it had been offered to her – but her somewhat-questionable accomplice had simply looked at her with those dark, unsmiling eyes, raking them up and down her body once (and not in the way Karen was accustomed to be looked at, which she very firmly told herself was not a disappointment at all) and asked her if she would reconsider. (In a voice which clearly meant she should). “No, thank you,” she’d said firmly. “If the situation gets to the point where we need to use violence, isn’t that what you’re here for?”