carmilla: (Palmer)
“Hey hey! I don't use lard just for tea!" Palmer grinned, winking suggestively at Heidegger.

Heidegger blanched.

“No?” He tried his level best to sound nonchalant. “Perhaps you use it in sandwiches as well?”

“Well, yes,” Palmer admitted. Then, with what could only be described as a leer, he leaned closer. “But I can also think of more... creative things to do with it. I think you know what I mean.”

Heidegger was horribly afraid that he did. He was about to make any excuse he could and get the hell out of there, when he saw Scarlet hanging about, trying to catch his eye. She was wearing her cleavage dress, and that always meant trouble.

With a sigh, he did the only thing he thought might possibly put her off. He kissed Palmer.

When they broke the kiss, he watched Scarlet’s hastily retreating back, and listened to her screams, with a certain amount of satisfaction. What the hell, he thought, resignedly. Maybe I can get him to reconsider the lard.
carmilla: The Black Angel inside a heart shape.  Caption reads "I [heart] girls with guns" (Girls with guns)
This fic is unfinished and I currently have no plans to finish it.

SUMMARY: Yuffie deals with the strange rituals of her clan.

Chapter One )

Chapter Two )

Chapter Three )

Chapter Four )