(ooc: drabble and ficlet post)
Random fic, being posted during Tokugawa Japan lecture. Yay.
Some drabbles and a ficlet >.>
G, Kattu.
Manners.
Lying on his bed, Kad was flipping through a comic when the door of the dormitory slammed open. Rolling his eyes, the seventh year ignored Kittu as he struck a pose and announced to the room at large, "If you think you feel good, wait 'til you feel me."
"I don't care if the girls fall for that one," Kad said, turning a page, "it won't work on me."
Kittu froze and gapped, trying to process his friend's words. Finally, a little shyly, he asked, "...and if I just asked you for a kiss?"
Kad turned and smiled. "Say please."
G, vinegar.
Vulnerable.
There was a crash, which was followed by a sniff, both loud enough that they drew Vincent's attention. Curious, Vincent wandered over to investigate, and he found Jaegar crouched in a corner, books strewn about him on the floor. "Um. Wow," he said, astounded that Jaegar had managed to cause such a mess. "Are you all right, Jaegar?" Vincent asked, crouching down beside him.
Jaegar sniffed again, then dabbed at his eyes with the sleeve of his robe. "I'm feeling rather vulnerable at the moment," he began primly before smiling and peeking up at Vincent. "Wanna take advantage of me?"
PG-13, Kattu.
Critique.
They start out simple
"You are my rose, I am your tree, and love will be our garden."
"Oh, come on now," Kad murmurs, nuzzling a cheek, "that's just cheesy."
"If I... pet you. Would you- follow me home?"
"That's just confusing," Kad says, nipping tanned skin.
"...shirt's very- becoming on- you. 'f I're on- y-you- I'd be- c'ming t-too-"
"You're losing it now- shirt's been gone for fifteen minutes," Kad points out, sucking a brown nipple into his mouth.
Eventually, they stop entirely, as neither Kittu nor Kad can manage anything more complex than the occasional moan and whine.
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G, Pimichu. 2,447 words. Written to get Caitlin to speak to me again after the Kattu >.>
Grovel.
He was in for it this time, and he knew it. Really, there was no way he'd ever get out of it, no way she'd ever forgive him, no matter how he bowed and scrapped and pleaded - really, he had no chance of being let off the hook, not that he deserved to be. Gulping, Gillichu tried hard to steel his nerves, and knocked tentatively on bathroom door. "...Pimento? Cariad? Are you... I mean. I'm really sorry - really! Please, can't you just open the door so we can talk about this?" Really, he had no cause to be so afraid - after all, what was the worst that could happen? Well, yes, of course - she could always run off with that Gryffindor bloke, the one who she'd been so hot on back at school, who'd given her a necklace and defended her from bullies and done all types of heroic things that silly, slow, and stupid dogboy could never live up to.
There was no response from the other side of the door, and Gillichu sank down to the floor, leaning his head against the door. "I'm sorry," he said again, voice cracking. "I didn't mean to..." But no, that was the wrong thing to say - if he said that she'd certainly not believe him, because it wasn't true. "I mean. It's just. I don't know if you ever knew, but I had the biggest crush on Dani when we were back at school, and I don't think anyone ever gets over stuff like that, not really. And, and. Um. Surely, it can't be all that bad that I happened to notice she's still really nice to look at?" No, that was also not the right thing to say - he just couldn't do anything right, could he? Every time he tried to make things right, he just ended up digging himself deeper - really, maybe it would just be better if he didn't try to fix this. She deserved so much more, someone so much better than him.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, feeling the hot tears slide down his cheeks. "Sorry..."
When Pimento finally did take off her head phones and pull the bung from the bath, letting the water drain out, she found him still sitting there, fast asleep on the floor in front of the door, cheeks still wet with tears, and she sighed. Really, he was frustrating at times, particularly when he made such a fuss out of the smallest of things, but somehow she just found it hard to stay mad at him for very long. With a soft smile, Pimento leaned over and smoothed back his hair, pressing her lips to his forehead. Though he might look elsewhere at times, he was still her screw-up, through-and-through.
Some drabbles and a ficlet >.>
G, Kattu.
Manners.
Lying on his bed, Kad was flipping through a comic when the door of the dormitory slammed open. Rolling his eyes, the seventh year ignored Kittu as he struck a pose and announced to the room at large, "If you think you feel good, wait 'til you feel me."
"I don't care if the girls fall for that one," Kad said, turning a page, "it won't work on me."
Kittu froze and gapped, trying to process his friend's words. Finally, a little shyly, he asked, "...and if I just asked you for a kiss?"
Kad turned and smiled. "Say please."
G, vinegar.
Vulnerable.
There was a crash, which was followed by a sniff, both loud enough that they drew Vincent's attention. Curious, Vincent wandered over to investigate, and he found Jaegar crouched in a corner, books strewn about him on the floor. "Um. Wow," he said, astounded that Jaegar had managed to cause such a mess. "Are you all right, Jaegar?" Vincent asked, crouching down beside him.
Jaegar sniffed again, then dabbed at his eyes with the sleeve of his robe. "I'm feeling rather vulnerable at the moment," he began primly before smiling and peeking up at Vincent. "Wanna take advantage of me?"
PG-13, Kattu.
Critique.
They start out simple
"You are my rose, I am your tree, and love will be our garden."
"Oh, come on now," Kad murmurs, nuzzling a cheek, "that's just cheesy."
"If I... pet you. Would you- follow me home?"
"That's just confusing," Kad says, nipping tanned skin.
"...shirt's very- becoming on- you. 'f I're on- y-you- I'd be- c'ming t-too-"
"You're losing it now- shirt's been gone for fifteen minutes," Kad points out, sucking a brown nipple into his mouth.
Eventually, they stop entirely, as neither Kittu nor Kad can manage anything more complex than the occasional moan and whine.
---
G, Pimichu. 2,447 words. Written to get Caitlin to speak to me again after the Kattu >.>
Grovel.
He was in for it this time, and he knew it. Really, there was no way he'd ever get out of it, no way she'd ever forgive him, no matter how he bowed and scrapped and pleaded - really, he had no chance of being let off the hook, not that he deserved to be. Gulping, Gillichu tried hard to steel his nerves, and knocked tentatively on bathroom door. "...Pimento? Cariad? Are you... I mean. I'm really sorry - really! Please, can't you just open the door so we can talk about this?" Really, he had no cause to be so afraid - after all, what was the worst that could happen? Well, yes, of course - she could always run off with that Gryffindor bloke, the one who she'd been so hot on back at school, who'd given her a necklace and defended her from bullies and done all types of heroic things that silly, slow, and stupid dogboy could never live up to.
There was no response from the other side of the door, and Gillichu sank down to the floor, leaning his head against the door. "I'm sorry," he said again, voice cracking. "I didn't mean to..." But no, that was the wrong thing to say - if he said that she'd certainly not believe him, because it wasn't true. "I mean. It's just. I don't know if you ever knew, but I had the biggest crush on Dani when we were back at school, and I don't think anyone ever gets over stuff like that, not really. And, and. Um. Surely, it can't be all that bad that I happened to notice she's still really nice to look at?" No, that was also not the right thing to say - he just couldn't do anything right, could he? Every time he tried to make things right, he just ended up digging himself deeper - really, maybe it would just be better if he didn't try to fix this. She deserved so much more, someone so much better than him.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, feeling the hot tears slide down his cheeks. "Sorry..."
When Pimento finally did take off her head phones and pull the bung from the bath, letting the water drain out, she found him still sitting there, fast asleep on the floor in front of the door, cheeks still wet with tears, and she sighed. Really, he was frustrating at times, particularly when he made such a fuss out of the smallest of things, but somehow she just found it hard to stay mad at him for very long. With a soft smile, Pimento leaned over and smoothed back his hair, pressing her lips to his forehead. Though he might look elsewhere at times, he was still her screw-up, through-and-through.