Mid-week drabbles
(I am working on this service, REALLY, I am. I can multi-task!)
For maladaptive who needed a fluff/crack fix
Flopsy the first:
An Unfortunate Experience
He was going to kill Vexen, of course.
Possibly, he was going to use those "Phoenix Downers" that he'd picked up on his last mission to bring Vexen back and kill him again. And again. And possibly raid what was left of that world for the revival spells until he had worked through Larxene's library. Including the books that Superior doesn't know about; the ones with the diagrams.
The whisper of darkness heralded the Replica's return and Marluxia glared at him through the wire mesh. The boy was carrying a basket and Marluxia's nose twitched. Carrots. Turnips. Leeeettuce.
He was uncomfortably aware that he might be drooling, as the boy - earning himself a blanket pardon - poured the vegetables into his hutch and stood back. "There you go, boy. Lots of vegetables. I hope they're the right sort."
Marluxia eyed them greedily; they looked fine to him. Vexen's voice came from the depths of the labratory and Marluxia tried to growl. "You shouldn't give him so much, he'll get fat! Take some out, quickly!"
"But he looks hungry!" The replica protested, earning himself a medal. Or possibly a world of his own. "I don't think I should!"
Vexen came over and stole nearly all of Marluxia's vegetables, dropping them carelessly on the dirty floor out of reach! "He'll just make himself sick. You should take better care of him. In fact, I think you should go and find a book to help you take proper care of him. Go on, I'll keep an eye on him for you."
The replica hesitated but called up a portal anyway. Come the revolution, Marluxia thought, the boy would have to be taught subterfuge and the concept of "Leave no man behind". "I just don't get why you got me a pet rabbit."
Vexen smiled coolly. "A growing boy should have a pet. It has psychological importance."
Behind him, in the hutch, Marluxia chewed a leaf and plotted his revenge.
Drabble the second
An Alternative Experience
The bed thumps against the floor as they roll together, teeth flashing in the gloom. Nails rake and bite against the hard angles of a back and blunt fingers dig into the soft curve of a hip. It's brutal, sweaty and hard but they rut together, breathless and snarling.
Afterwards, the woman rolls lazily onto her stomach amid the ruined sheets while the man stands up to stretch and comb fingers through his short blond hair.
"That was fun. Think Vexen'll be able to fix us yet?"
And, because everyone's doing it once again - feel free to request a flopsy all of your own!
Any fandom we share, any prompt.
For maladaptive who needed a fluff/crack fix
Flopsy the first:
An Unfortunate Experience
He was going to kill Vexen, of course.
Possibly, he was going to use those "Phoenix Downers" that he'd picked up on his last mission to bring Vexen back and kill him again. And again. And possibly raid what was left of that world for the revival spells until he had worked through Larxene's library. Including the books that Superior doesn't know about; the ones with the diagrams.
The whisper of darkness heralded the Replica's return and Marluxia glared at him through the wire mesh. The boy was carrying a basket and Marluxia's nose twitched. Carrots. Turnips. Leeeettuce.
He was uncomfortably aware that he might be drooling, as the boy - earning himself a blanket pardon - poured the vegetables into his hutch and stood back. "There you go, boy. Lots of vegetables. I hope they're the right sort."
Marluxia eyed them greedily; they looked fine to him. Vexen's voice came from the depths of the labratory and Marluxia tried to growl. "You shouldn't give him so much, he'll get fat! Take some out, quickly!"
"But he looks hungry!" The replica protested, earning himself a medal. Or possibly a world of his own. "I don't think I should!"
Vexen came over and stole nearly all of Marluxia's vegetables, dropping them carelessly on the dirty floor out of reach! "He'll just make himself sick. You should take better care of him. In fact, I think you should go and find a book to help you take proper care of him. Go on, I'll keep an eye on him for you."
The replica hesitated but called up a portal anyway. Come the revolution, Marluxia thought, the boy would have to be taught subterfuge and the concept of "Leave no man behind". "I just don't get why you got me a pet rabbit."
Vexen smiled coolly. "A growing boy should have a pet. It has psychological importance."
Behind him, in the hutch, Marluxia chewed a leaf and plotted his revenge.
Drabble the second
An Alternative Experience
The bed thumps against the floor as they roll together, teeth flashing in the gloom. Nails rake and bite against the hard angles of a back and blunt fingers dig into the soft curve of a hip. It's brutal, sweaty and hard but they rut together, breathless and snarling.
Afterwards, the woman rolls lazily onto her stomach amid the ruined sheets while the man stands up to stretch and comb fingers through his short blond hair.
"That was fun. Think Vexen'll be able to fix us yet?"
And, because everyone's doing it once again - feel free to request a flopsy all of your own!
Any fandom we share, any prompt.