4 slightly multi-fandom drabbles 8D
Four penance drabbles, all because of this. 8D
fathomless
smellershot, for superlazygirl
"I..." Smellerbee begins, then hesitates. The memory of that day is still fresh and vivid in her mind, and, no matter how hard she tries, that image of Jet lingers in her mind-
(the cracks in the ground; the eerie green light of the room; the black hand twitching beside his motionless body; the shocked look on their faces; the...)
-refusing to disappear, always there... forever haunting her.
"You what?" Longshot says, still testing out his newfound voice, and Smellerbee shakes her head. Something has changed between them, and she knows it. All those unspoken words between them have began to surge to the forefront, released from the dam... and she bites her lip, lowers her head, and says:
"Nothing."
sines of madness
surprise!! a:tla + nerdiness, for sporkyadrasteia
I have nothing to say in my defense. XD;;
In an alternate universe where magic exists and is commonplace, Sokka is the victim of a spell gone wrong.
His new body is barely nine inches tall, and, although he feels laden with new knowledge, he can't help but feel weighty and fat. And the green in which he is donned is positively atrocious.
"I demand that you turn me back, Katara," Sokka says, his pages flapping. Katara riffs through her magic textbook desperately.
"I'm sorry, Sokka, I just can't seem to find a solution."
Sokka rolls his eyes. "Look harder!"
"Jeez, why are you so cranky?" Katara says grumpily as she pulls another book off the shelf. Sokka sighs a lamenting sigh. The golden letters emblazoned across his cover that read Mathematics glitter in the candlelight as he frowns, turns away, and says in a deeply melancholic, hurt voice:
"It's just that... I have so many problems."
together
surprise!! anne freaks fic (anna x yuri), for fatalnocturne
"Do you love me?" she whispers, slipping her bloodstained hand into his pristine one. His eyes glance over the grisly scene-bodies piled upon each other, blood splattered all over the walls, the floor bleeding cracks from the various bullets that have been shot into it... and then he looks back at her face, that beautiful face that captivated him so long ago, with that soft smile gracing her face...
He bites his lip softly, and before he can respond, she stands on her tip-toes and gives him a soft kiss, their lips barely brushing, and only for a moment-soft like early morning mist fading with the rise of the sun.
As her face draws away, her eyes half-lidded, his answer comes out in a single, barely audible breath:
"Yes."
torn
steameh harula, for loveroftheflame
His eyes are filled with confusion, a volatile mixture of hatred and adoration-and he does nothing to stop this. It's oh-so-wrong, he knows, yet it feels oh-so-right, to have the gorgeous and hated Fire Nation princess on top of him, her hands crawling up his chest, her fingernails scratching at his skin. And he absolutely hopes and prays that no one from the village finds them here in this clearing, together like this.
"Princess-" he gasps, then hesitates as her golden eyes fix on his green ones. "Can't we-slow down?"
Her response is to slam him roughly against the leaf-covered ground, press her lips harder to his, and say, "Learn your place, peasant, and never argue with a Fire Nation princess."
- hl
fathomless
smellershot, for superlazygirl
"I..." Smellerbee begins, then hesitates. The memory of that day is still fresh and vivid in her mind, and, no matter how hard she tries, that image of Jet lingers in her mind-
(the cracks in the ground; the eerie green light of the room; the black hand twitching beside his motionless body; the shocked look on their faces; the...)
-refusing to disappear, always there... forever haunting her.
"You what?" Longshot says, still testing out his newfound voice, and Smellerbee shakes her head. Something has changed between them, and she knows it. All those unspoken words between them have began to surge to the forefront, released from the dam... and she bites her lip, lowers her head, and says:
"Nothing."
sines of madness
surprise!! a:tla + nerdiness, for sporkyadrasteia
I have nothing to say in my defense. XD;;
In an alternate universe where magic exists and is commonplace, Sokka is the victim of a spell gone wrong.
His new body is barely nine inches tall, and, although he feels laden with new knowledge, he can't help but feel weighty and fat. And the green in which he is donned is positively atrocious.
"I demand that you turn me back, Katara," Sokka says, his pages flapping. Katara riffs through her magic textbook desperately.
"I'm sorry, Sokka, I just can't seem to find a solution."
Sokka rolls his eyes. "Look harder!"
"Jeez, why are you so cranky?" Katara says grumpily as she pulls another book off the shelf. Sokka sighs a lamenting sigh. The golden letters emblazoned across his cover that read Mathematics glitter in the candlelight as he frowns, turns away, and says in a deeply melancholic, hurt voice:
"It's just that... I have so many problems."
together
surprise!! anne freaks fic (anna x yuri), for fatalnocturne
"Do you love me?" she whispers, slipping her bloodstained hand into his pristine one. His eyes glance over the grisly scene-bodies piled upon each other, blood splattered all over the walls, the floor bleeding cracks from the various bullets that have been shot into it... and then he looks back at her face, that beautiful face that captivated him so long ago, with that soft smile gracing her face...
He bites his lip softly, and before he can respond, she stands on her tip-toes and gives him a soft kiss, their lips barely brushing, and only for a moment-soft like early morning mist fading with the rise of the sun.
As her face draws away, her eyes half-lidded, his answer comes out in a single, barely audible breath:
"Yes."
torn
steameh harula, for loveroftheflame
His eyes are filled with confusion, a volatile mixture of hatred and adoration-and he does nothing to stop this. It's oh-so-wrong, he knows, yet it feels oh-so-right, to have the gorgeous and hated Fire Nation princess on top of him, her hands crawling up his chest, her fingernails scratching at his skin. And he absolutely hopes and prays that no one from the village finds them here in this clearing, together like this.
"Princess-" he gasps, then hesitates as her golden eyes fix on his green ones. "Can't we-slow down?"
Her response is to slam him roughly against the leaf-covered ground, press her lips harder to his, and say, "Learn your place, peasant, and never argue with a Fire Nation princess."
- hl