Author's Notes: For those of you unfamiliar with it, Insektors is an old children's program that was shown in about 1995, and features the story of two tribes of warring anthropomorphic insects - the bright and cheerful Joyces and the dull and dreary Yuks. It's quite cute, rather funny, and occasionally very touching. The whole series is up on Youtube, and since it only ran to 26 episodes of 12 minutes each, you could probably polish it off in an afternoon if you were so inclined. (I should say that the program was originally French, and was dubbed into English twice - once in North America and once in the UK. I use the NA version.)

Anyway, this 'fic' is really a collection of prompt-related writing I've been working on very sporadically. I figured I might as well post it here as well as on LJ, so here we are.

Disclaimer: I do not own Insektors.

"Oh, Aelia. Again?"

Aelia looked up from the kaleidoscope of spilled color and broken glass on the floor of her lab, trying not to scowl. Acylius, standing in the doorway, was not the reason for her anger.

"Yes," she said, bracing her fists on her knees and pushing herself upright. "Again." She walked into Acylius's open arms and rested her head on his shoulder. "He's my brother, and I love him, but sometimes he frustrates me to the point of just screaming."

"I don't have a sibling, so I can't really claim to understand." She felt Acylius crane his neck to look at the carnage on the floor. "But I do know what it's like to lose so much work. What did he do this time?"

"Oh, I've no idea," she grumbled. "I came in and he was trying to clean it up."

"At least he was trying to make amends," said Acylius. "I can assure you that the guards that fill in my tunnels do no such thing."

Aelia, who had been opening her mouth to make a scathing retort about the inappropriateness of philosophy when one's work has been set back for weeks, closed it again. After a moment, she giggled. The idea of the Yuk guards attempting to comfort Acylius after filling in yet another of his attempted escape routes was just...absurd.

"Ah," said Acylius. "My ploy was a success!"

Lifting her head off Acylius's shoulder, Aelia tried to frown at him. It was a useless effort. Her lips curved upwards in a smile that mirrored his.

"Did he send you in here?" she asked.

"No, I came by myself," he said. "Another day, another escape attempt, you know how I am."

"I do." Aelia kissed his cheek. "Come on. I suppose I owe Fulgor an apology for snapping at him." She slipped her hand into Acylius's as they walked towards the door. "And he owes you some thanks for putting me in the mood to forgive him."