Drabbles
Self Insert
Kingdom Hearts: Namine. Sora.
She longs to insert herself into his life. Again. She thinks it’s again, she doesn’t remember. She can’t tell if this is a dream, another life, or just another one of those mysteries. She smiles when she sees him. There’s something warm, something right about him. She’s instantly fond of his goofy smile and natural charisma.
She wants to be the one at his side. Even though he already has what she’s certain is a great girlfriend, she wishes it could be her. She’s jealous and curious and just wants to know more about him. She’s drawn to him like a moth to flame.
Maybe he would extinguish her. But she knows he’s caring. Wants him to be this night and shining armor that can be the answer for every question she’s ever had. It’s a lot of responsibility , but she thinks he can handle it. She knows he can. He has that air about him that says “beneath my boyish exterior, there exists the soul of a warrior.” He’s strong. He’s stronger than she’ll ever be. He can rescue her.
One day, she sees him walking down the street alone. He’s lost in thought, but still happy. She can’t resist. She tries to hold herself back, but her feet are moving on their own. She slides up next to him and offers him a smile. “Hi, I’m Namine.”
End
Reunion.
Jax Series: Vel. Jax.
No matter how long he spends in the human world, he’s still unacquainted with human traditions. He can’t understand them and no one takes the time to help him. So when he realizes he will be rejoining Sirantha, a curious feeling settles in his chest. Humans, he surmises, might call it anticipation. Those who see the world more as a dream than reality may even go so far as to call it love. He’s not sure what emotion to tie it to, but he settles on home. To him, it explains everything.
They meet again aboard her ship. Their first encounter is warm, perfunctory. Pleasantries are exchanged. It’s more business than personable. They don’t have time or the privacy for more. Her position is still rocky and he’s still from Ithiss-Tor. There are many that would frown upon their relationship and he doesn’t want to sully her already questionable reputation more.
If he were human, the corners of his mouth would tilt up. He’s certain she handles that one on her own well enough. Still, he gives her space. They go about their days performing their required duties. It isn’t until things have settled down that he goes to her room.
He doesn’t feel the need to mask who he is with her. He hasn’t worn his human shell around her in a long time. He’s glad she doesn’t seem fazed by his appearance. He performs a wa for her, subtly weaving together the things he has felt since they parted and how glad he is that they are together again.
Her return wa is shaky. It has been a long time since they have been together. He feels regret their mission keeps them so far apart. Still, he’s grateful that many of his emotions are reflected in her actions.
He moves to hold her. It’s an odd gesture for an Isthorian, but he finds comfort in it. She embraces him back and they stand there for a moment. “I have missed you, Sirantha.”
“I missed you, too, Vel.”
They stand there like that, still touching. Home. He is definitely most at peace when she is present. She raises her head to look at him and he can almost connect with the thoughts in her eyes. “Sirantha, I-“ She interrupts with a kiss to his cheek.
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Command me
Original
And from the shadows of the midnight hour, she emerges. She’s bathed in blood, her eyes dark and weary. She’s tired of this life, this job. She never wanted it. Never wanted to be the one to exact justice.
What little choice she has. She’s bound to her master. She can think her own thoughts, but she can only do what he wants her to. Kill the evil destroying the city. Save mankind. All noble goals. Goals she never wished for herself. Goals she isn’t sure she’s working towads.
If she had her way, she’d be living in a quiet seaside cottage. The ocean would greet her every morning. She’d wash her sins in the foaming tides. The sun would kiss her skin and guide her heart. It’s a tarnished dream locked tight in her soul. It can’t be hers. Not now. Not ever.
She crossed the wrong man. A few trinkets short of buying her freedom, she had tried to take his pocket watch. It was surely an heirloom and worth a fortune. It would fetch a pretty penny down here. She’d attacked blindly, escape from this hell so close she could taste it.
She was no match for his strength, his power. He was a vampire in a demon’s world. She was a child of the dark trying to find the light. She hadn’t come into her true power. She could still escape. Or she could have. She had been so close.
The moment his red eyes glanced into hers, she was lost. He took her will and made her his pet. He groomed her to kill the monsters she had worked for. He was doling out his revenge through her hands. It’s her sword that cuts them down. She’s the one that hears the screams and the curses.
If she could, she’d give in to the despair and end it all. She can’t. She can’t do a God damn thing without his command. She’s a prisoner of her own body. She’s riding shotgun while he drives her every movement. It makes her crazy.
“Alexandra,” his voices echoes in her brain.
She freezes. She’s not ready to do his bidding. She just returned. She’s tired. She needs a rest. Not now, please not now.
“Yes, sire?”
“Come to me,” he commands and she’s already moving.
end
I are man.
Counted Stars: Draco, Sam, Claire
Draco was getting sick of this muggle trying to be Claire’s friend. All too often, they seemed to be hanging out and doing stupid crap. Their laughter grated on his nerves and he just wished Sam would fall victim to some horrendous spell, end up a frog, and killed to be used in some witch’s potion. He’d even offer to do it himself if it got rid of the man.
Finally, he has had enough. He has heard too much laughter and everything has built up into an ugly mess of anger. He marched across the hall and pounded on the door. Claire answered and asked if there’s something he needed. Draco looked past her and fixed a glare on the object of his hate. “You.” He practically spat out the word.
Sam stood, throwing his hands up in the air. “What’s your problem, kid? We aren’t even bothering you.”
He gritted his teeth together. “I can hear you from across the hall.”
Sam cast him a look that might hint he thought Draco is crazy. Draco resented that, hated that Sam dared to think of him like that. He might not be a wizard here, but he had another trick up his sleeve. He had a lightsaber and the stupid muggle didn’t. He didn’t care for fair matches as long as he won. He had the upper hand and wasn’t going to sit back idly while this man stood around.
Besides. He was much too old to be friends with a girl as young as Claire. It just wasn’t right. Draco’s gaze hardened again. “I think it’s time we settled this once and for all, don’t you?”
“What, you want to have a pissing contest and see who comes out on top?”
Draco pulled out the handle to his lightsaber, his thumb hovering over the switch. Claire grabbed his arm and yanked it down. He spared a quick, angry look at her. “Don’t do it, Draco. Don’t fight him with that. You’ll kill him.”
Draco thought that sounds like a fine plan. It would rid him of this problem. Even if it was temporary. Against his better judgment, he put the blade away. “Fine,” he replied, tugging his arm away from her grasp. He put his light saber away and moved into her place.
“You and me. We have a score to settle,” he announced as he met Sam’s gaze head on.
Sam gave him another odd look, but shrugged his shoulders. “Fine, whatever you want. What do you suggest we do, then.”
Draco thought about that. For some reason, he had the sudden urge to prove himself. He wanted to show he was more of a man than that stupid idiot could ever be. He knew Sam has a few tricks up his sleeve so he had to choose the challenge carefully.
“What if I chose the categories?” Claire butted in. He turned around to look at her. She wouldn’t want either of them hurt, so he wasn’t too worried about her choosing something that would get them killed. Maybe she would pick something that either of them could do. Draco was certain he would find some way to sabotage Sam.
“That works,” Sam nodded, looking at Draco to see if he agreed.
Draco sneered but shrugged his shoulders. “Whatever.”
Claire beamed proudly. She pretended like she was thinking hard, but that smirk on her face made Draco weary. He hoped she didn’t dare them both to jump off a building. He’d probably push Sam first and declare himself the winner.
“I challenge the two of you to,” she paused her face stretching in that annoyingly flattering smile, “A cupcake frosting tournament.”
That was it. He was surrounded by idiots. He couldn’t believe his luck. He wished there were other, more competent people hanging around this planet. Instead, he got stuck with a bunch of muggle imbecils. What did he ever do to deserve this?
“Sounds great to me,” Sam said and Draco wanted to punch him.
Of course, he would think it was a fine idea. Sam probably thought he could pull out a victory and declare himself winner. Draco scoffed. Like he would let a muggle get the better of him. Wizard or not, he was still a pureblood. He was far superior to that moron. It was too late to declare the competition girly. He wasn’t about to let himself be berated by a muggle-born frat boy gone wrong.
“Whatever.”
Claire grinned again. “It turns out, I just made a fresh batch of cupcakes. Your challenge, if you choose to accept it, is to frost a dozen cupcakes the best. I’ll be the final judge.”
She set out the necessary ingredients to make the icing and stood back and to let them work. He and Sam both stared at it, dumbfounded. He’d never made frosting before. He moved first. He wasn’t going to let Sam get the upper hand to any degree.
He mixed some sugar and milk together, realizing it was almost like mixing a potion. He smiled triumphantly. “Better get a start on it, lame brain. Time’s a ticking.”
That got the other man into motion. Draco added in some extra sugar and a little bit of butter. Then he dyed the frosting a nice, rich green. Like Slytherin. It was a color he could be proud of. Once the mixture looked enough like icing to him, he moved to his cupcakes. “What’s wrong, Flynn? Having trouble?”
Sam glared at him. “I’m just thinking. I don’t want to mess things up like yours. That looks like snot.”
Anger rippled through him. How dare he? How dare a muggle insult a Slytherin. He was nothing. He didn’t know the great history Draco’s family had. “At least mine will be edible, unlike that goo you have residing in your bowl.”
Sam’s brow furrowed in frustration as he tried to get it to work out. Draco was pleased with himself. His didn’t taste half bad and was spreading pretty easily. He finished a good ten minutes before the other man and gave himself another point. He was faster than that moron.
He leaned against the counter smugly. He’d watch and see if the muggle could catch up. It was doubtful at this point.
“Done,” Sam announced.
“About time, muggle. I was starting to wonder if you had it in you to complete such a simple challenge.”
Sam cast a face at him and it only fueled his pride further. Claire stepped forward to examine their handy work. Draco even had to admit his looked better than Sam’s. His were nice and green. Sam’s were gloppy, chunky, and looked vaguely like they wanted to be blue.
She tasted both of them carefully before moving to stand before both of them. “After a visual test and a taste test, I have to declare Draco the winner of this one,” she declared.
Draco’s grin was smug and wide. He knew he would triumph.
“Another match, kid?” Sam asked.
“You want to get your ass kicked again?”
End