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Right. This is going to be a drabble-spam-post ....
I finally managed to finish writing/typing some I started ages ago ... (Or promised ages ago ... ^_^")
Anyway, so here they are ... ^^
lhune , you requested one for Christmas. I didn't have any inspiration back then, and eventhough it's summer right now, I managed to write you a Christmas drabble ... ^_^;
"A midnight Christmas moment between brothers when they're excused from the festivities downstairs. Regulus and Sirius. Brotherly love in the meaning you prefer, age undefined as well."
That's what you asked for, no? XD
He watched when his older brother climned on the chair. And from the chair up the table. And from the table on the kitchen cabinet.
They were not allowed to do magic in the house. Their parents being afraid that they would break anything of value. And seeing the house was stuck with old family treasures …
Be carefull.
He would never say it outloud. He wasn’t supposed to care. At least not about him. His father would beat him severly should he ever hear his youngest son utter these words. To anyone. But most definately not to him.
“Got it.”
A small whisper. So soft he barely missed it.
Jumping of the table he holds the package triomfanticly in his hands. A broad smile on his face.
Carefully the oldest brother opens it. Breaking it in two equal pieces.
They were excused from the Christmas festivities downstairs. In other words. They were not wanted at the table. They would only annoy their parents.
They decided they didn’t mind when both of them enjoyed their piece of chocolat. Sitting on the cold kitchen floor. Close next to each other. A smile on both their faces.
-
“Do you remember the trouble you had to climb from the chair to the table and from there to the kitchen cabinet?”
An amused grin is his only response when his older brother brings a package of chocolat down with just a flick of his hand.
They set themselves on the cold kitchen floor. Just like they used to.
He feels his heart flutter when their fingers touch when his brother gives his half of the chocolat bar.
“You always gave me the biggest piece.”
A soft laugh beside him.
“And it is only now you realise that?”
Smiling he hits his arm playfully. He has always known. As well as he has always know the punishment he would receive later on.
“You never said it. Why?”
There was no need to specify. It was more than clear to Sirius just what his brother ment.
The eldest Black just shrugged.
“Come on. I always asked you for chocolat at Christmas, when we were allowed to escape from dowstairs. Why did you never tell them I ate it too? Why didn’t you tell them it was my idea? Why didn’t you…”
He halts midway his question when he feels two fingers come to rest against his lips. His eyes widen when he feels the aura around his older brother. Anger, pain, sadness.
“Why all these questions? They’re ruining a perfect Christmas Eve…”
His voice is soft. And strange. He has never heard that tone in his brother’s voice before.
“Why have you always protected me?”
He can hear the sigh next to him. The fingers leave his lips. The hand falling limply next to his side.
“You’re my younger brother. I could’t let them hurt you. Not if I could do something about it.”
I love you.
“But … Sirius …”
Another sigh leaves his lips when he stands up. Dusting of his pants. Turning to walk away, not looking down at the youngster.
“Good night Regelus.”
And there is nothing he can say to stop him from going.
-
He’s being pushed against the table. One hand against his chest, there where his heart beats. The other one is resting in his neck, fingers locked through some stands of his hair.
“You’re playing with fire, Regelus…”
It’s a warning. Nothing more. He will not try to stop him. He wants this to much. He just wants to warn him. For the dangers. For … everything.
The answer comes soon enough. The voice gentle and familiar. Yest somehow also … different.
“I know.”
And when soft lips crash against his own, he forgets everything he has still wanted to say to protect his younger sibling.
A moan escapes, and Sirius wonders just from who it was. But it doesn’t matter when cold hands crawl under his shirt and lean fingers caress his sides.
He lets his own hands travel over the body he has wanted to explore for years.
Their tongues battle. And neither is willing to give in and let the other dominate. Untill Regelus suddenly break off. Leaving his older brother looking at him in surprise.
Sirius is so fixed on the eyes and their misschievious sparkle in front of him, that he does not see his brother move his hands behind his back.
It’s only when he hears the bar crack that he realises.
“This time, you will take the biggest part!”
Laughing softly Sirius pulls him closer against his body, letting their lips meet again.
The End
Next one I wrote nearly a year ago, while we were on holliday in France.
Brownies and Dancing - A SiriusRemus drabble
The rain clattered down. A storm had passed by this night and the sky decided that it had not yet been enough.
He has never been able to sleep well though a storm. Certainly not when he was alone in the bed.
The arms around him had been comfortable and he had been able to slumber. Not really sleep, but still… It was enough.
Smiling he turns around. Planning on snuggling close to the familiar body next to him. If only there was a warm person to snuggle against.
“Sirius…”
The name is a mere whisper.
“No, please, don’t disappear on me again… Please, stay with me…”
All of a sudden he is clearly awake. Flinging back the covers he jumps out of the bed.
“Raindrops are falling on my head…”
Surprised the amber eyed youth holds still halfway descending the stairs. That was clearly Sirius’ voice.
“They keep falling…”
Silently he continues his walk until he arrives at the doorway.
His black haired friend is humming, hips moving perfectly on the rhythm he is creating himself. Fingers tapping on the table in perfect tune with the song. A swirl every now and then. Some steps forwards, some backwards, some to the side.
A smile graces Remus’ lips when he sees his lover dance by himself while keeping a close eye on his watch and the oven.
It is only now that the smell of chocolate reaches the werewolf and he has to suppress a soft laugh that threatens to escape his lips.
He shakes his head slightly.
Silently he walks into the kitchen. Enjoying the view before him. Sirius, only dressed in his pajama pants. No top.
“Honoring an old tradition?”
Surprised Sirius turns around. A gentle smile on his face.
Carefully Remus reaches out to trace the curving of his boyfriend’s lips.
“Stormy weather always requires brownie.”
Gently the amber eyed man steps closer to embrace his mate. A soft humming escapes his lips. The same tune. He starts moving slightly. Waiting for arms to hold him in return, waiting for the familiar body to press against him, waiting for the other one to dance together.
“I love you Sirius.”
The arms around him tighten and the werewolf laughs softly at his lover’s possessive action. His eyes widen in surprise though when soft lips touch his own. A tongue flicks out. Asking permission to enter. Closing his eyes he grants it without a second of hesitation. Familiar touch. Yet something…
A soft ‘thing’ makes Sirius break apart. Placing a chaste kiss on the lips before him, before stepping out of the embrace.
Licking his lips a couple of times, a slight accusing look crosses his face.
“You stole some chocolate…”
The black haired youth shoots a auick look behind him, smiling broadly, before opening the oven.
“There is still more than enough…”
The End
This one is a Beyblade drabble. Written for lhune . I finally managed to decide on the pairings. KaiBryan, TalaRei.
The five of them are sitting in one room. One lying on the bed. The other one sitting in a chair near the door. One standing before the window. One has disappeared into the shower. And one is just standing in the middle of the room. Every now and then pacing around, but always returning to that same spot. There where he can see all of them.
"It's strange, isn't it?"
His voice is soft. Like it has always been when they were together. There was no need to act around each other, to keep up there masks and to hold on to their training.
The red head before him nods. Ice blue eyes staring outside, watching the snowflakes fall down.
A sigh is heard from his right and the boy tears his gaze away from his friend near the window. Watching the boy lying down on the bed. Gray eyes closed. His face relaxed.
"Is this real?"
The crimson eyed blader smiles gently. He had felt the same. A couple of years ago. When he ran away. And then again, when he met the BladeBreakers. These kids were free. Care-free. Something they have never been. Something they have longed for. For ages...
All of them look up when the door of the bathroom opens again. The smallest blader of the team walking out. A pair of black sweatpants, no top. Without a second thought he walks over to the blond haired boy sitting on the chair.
They have no secrets for each other. No one of them.
Without a word he climbs onto the other one's lap. Snuggling closer into the broad chest. Smiling when Spencer wraps his arms around his waist. His chin resting on Ian's head.
The relation between these five boys is complicated. Has always been. And it probably will always be.
"Kai..."
The slate haired teen looks back at his best friend. His smile growing wider when he sees just what it is Tala is staring at. Outside, in front of their house, is standing a youth. A very recognisable boy.
“Shouldn’t you go to him?”
For a second a surprised look crosses the Wolf’s face. Before he mock-glares at his best friend.
“Oh come on Tal… As if we didn’t know…”
Looking from the Phoenix to the Falcon, Tala is for a moment at loss for words. So he does the first thing that does come to his mind. Sticking his tongue out.
“Childish my dear…”
Kai’s voice is laughing when the red haired blader pulls up his shoulders, a smile on their faces.
“You were rather obvious…”
Spencer’s soft voice catches everyone’s attention, causing a blush to form itself on Tala’s face before he rolls his eyes and starts walking out of the room.
“Weren’t we all?”
Grabbing his coat, he walks out, through the snow, towards his lover. Knowing that his youth friend’s eyes are fixed on their disappearing backs and that Bryan has stood up from the bed to stand behind his lover. Arms wrapped around his waist. His chin resting on his shoulder.
Rei’s voice breaks through the silence that has fallen after their greeting.
“You truely are one strange family…”
Their smiles match.
The End
This one I wrote a couple of weeks back. When I was sitting on a bench in the park, in the sun. Written in 20 minutes. Again a Beyblade drabble. KaiTala.
The sun shines down on him. Warm and gentle. A carefree wind playing with some strands of his already messed up hair.
He seems obvious to everything. There is no smile gracing the youngster’s lips. His face emits nothing. Eyes closed. Hiding all he is feeling. His entire composure radiates a warning.
Don’t come close. You’ll burn yourself.
Somehow, instinctively, all the passer-by’s seem to see/feel/know that the teen sitting on the grass is danger. No one knows him. No one ever tries to get to know him. And he doesn’t mind. In fact, he encourages it, by acting cold and rude and sometimes even cruel.
There is no need for emotions, for feelings. They make you weak, leave you off-guarded, bring you trouble, and always hurt you in the process.
He has allowed himself to care. Once. Just once.
He has allowed one other person to care for him. Once. Just once.
And never again.
That one time has left him broken. Something these bastards had never succeeded to. To break him. However that time … he had … been broken.
Never again.
-
Nine years. Has it truly been so long already? Nine fucking years?
Sighing he rubs his eyes. Red, like the sun that is rising.
Why has he come here again? Why did he come back? Why…?
“Phoenix?”
He turns when he hears the familiar voice. Older, deeper, but still the same.
“Falcon.”
It’s an acknowledgment. Nothing more. They don’t need greetings. Both their faces set in their cold masks.
Without a word Bryan sets himself down on the bench, next to him.
The silence between them is comforting and familiar when crimson and grey orbs watch the sun rise higher and higher.
More and more people are getting up and leaving to do their stuff. However they just remain seated. They have nowhere to go. No one to go to… Their pain and sadness is the same. As well as their feeling of losing.
No more emotions. No more feelings. How many years have they fooled themselves?
-
A fist connects with his face. Blue eyes staring at him as if on fire. The fire in his own orbs.
He can do nothing. Nothing but stand there and let the other one take out all his anger at him.
Crimson eyes, still without the much needed spark in them, stare blankly at the person in front of him.
So many years… So long that he has lived with the idea that …
His head jerks up and his eyes widen when he feels two strong arms circle around his waist. When he feels the warmth of the other one so close to himself. When he feels the hot breathing caress his neck.
“You fool…”
And it is the tone of his voice that brings him back to reality. Back to the person holding him. Back to … the feeling best described as :
Home.
The End
This one I started as well almost a year ago, while being in France.
It's an I'll Generation Basket Drabble. Hitonari Tachibana. And is inspired on something that really happened to
lullabylily
and me, while we were in London. It was so funny, that I decided to use it for a fanfiction . ^^
Too Much Light (Hitonari Tachibana)
“Right. The oven works. At least we’ll have garlic bread…”
There’s a slight tone of accusation to be heard in the blond haired boy’s voice.
“It’s not my fault the freaking fire is flipping. I mean, come on. We followed the manual. Touch the switch-on-button. And then these freaking horizontal bars appear. And they just won’t disappear again…”
A fist is slammed down hard on the marmern table and the boy flinches slightly.
“Right. Try again…”
Everybody can see that the blacked haired boy is getting angry. A normal person would silently back away and leave him be, until his anger has cooled off. Or until he came to ask for help. Though everyone knows that that will never happen.
Calmly Hitonari walks over to where the manual is lying. That idiot always needs help.
Thing
“I’ll go give the others the garlic bread already.”
There comes no reply, except for Tachibana’s drumming on the electric fire plate that really refuses to work.
Silently the blond player puts the plate back down. Gently wrapping his arms around the frustrated youth.
“Come. Let’s first eat this with the others. We’ll figure it out together after that.”
A light kiss placed in his neck is enough to get him a little relaxed and to bring him to the living room.
-
“Hmm. Delicious garlic bread.”
The entire team nods and they all look up in surprise when Tachibana, who hadn’t said a word since they came out of the kitchen, suddenly stands again and walks back towards the stubborn fire.
Questioning glances are shot towards Hitonari, who ignores it all and calmly eats his last piece of bread, before he too stands up and walks back to the kitchen without uttering a word, and closing the door behind him.
“Argh! Stupid thing! Why won’t you work?!”
Shaking his head he walks back towards the manual, flipping the pages back and forth. Truthfully, he can’t find what’s going wrong. Tachibana did indeed do what he should. So… Theoretically, it should be working…
Until his eye falls on a small frame somewhere at the bottom of a page. A page that has nothing to do with how to start the fire.
“If the lights go up and down in the horizontal way, there’s probably too much light in the area for the system. Self check before start up.”
They look at each other. A disbelieving look in their eyes.
“Too much light…?!”
It’s shouted in unison. Followed by a clear laughter of both of them.
Still shaking Hitonari walks towards the door and puts out the light.
“Try again…”
Silence that isn’t broken for a couple of seconds. Both of them curiously waiting.
“It works!”
Switching the light back on he watches Tachibana’s happy, nearly childish actions while preparing dinner.
Every now and then he hears a soft muttered ‘too much light’ either followed by a ‘ta’ or a soft ‘snort’.
Shaking his head he opens the door again.
“Dinner’s ready in ten minutes. Pick a movie already.”
In the living room they can hear the arguments beginning on which movie they would see tonight.
“Honest… These bungalows…” Followed once more by a soft ‘too much light’.
The End
Also writen in France a year ago. SiriusRemus drabble.
The chill breeze that enters the room makes him shiver. Expectantly he looks up. Waiting for a well known silhouette to arrive in the doorway.
There is just one problem with that. How can someone enter the room when the door hasn’t opened?
Turning on his other side again, he pulls the covers tight around him.
The fact that he’s alone, that there is nobody coming for him, makes him feel cold. He can’t stop shivering, can’t stop craving for a familiar warm body behind him. A gentle, steady heartbeat against his back. The rhythmic sound of a breathing he was accustomed to, to lull him to sleep. The cold metal of a golden necklace against his bare shoulder.
A soft voice whispering in his ear. The words never mattered…
The only thing that was important… Bright, warm, close, love, dark, sweet yet bitter, mischievous, dangerous, challenging, unreachable, gracious and defiant.
It all describes one person. A person he needs with him. Right now.
Reaching out with one hand he grabs the teddy bear standing next to his bed. A black bear. A parting gift. Once. Long ago. Years it has been used. Through the entire war. Even though he has been angry, sad, hurt, furious because of his betrayal. He has never been able to say goodbye. He couldn’t part with the little bit of hope that was easily crushed by all the evidence.
Gently he cradles the plushy against his chest. There where his heart beats. It has always beaten for him. It will always beat for him. No matter what happened. No matter what will happen.
AaAaA
Amber eyes flutter open when gentle fingers run through his hair.
Another illusion? Another hope to be crushed?
The bed shifts slightly and he curses his dream to be so vivid. Eyes shut close tightly.
Strong arms hold him close against a warm body. A comforting heartbeat that falls in rhythm with his own.
“Sorry to have kept you waiting.”
The same words that were whispered to him every night again. Words that in the morning revealed nothing.
“I love you…”
Words that send shivers down his spine still. After all the years together. After all the years apart/separated.
“Forgive me…”
Shocked he turns around. Arms that don’t loosen their hold. The teddy bear cradled in between. Grey eyes look at him. Hopeful. Fearful.
He can say nothing in return. There are no words needed anyway. There have never been much words needed between the two of them.
Lips meet. Gently. Exploring. Familiar touch that has to be revived.
Hands tracing well known patterns on skin known as well as their own.
“You came…” And you will go again…
Remus’ voice is hoarse and he shivers again when the other runs a hand over his spine.
“I’m here to stay…” If you want me to…
A hand reaches out. Hesitantly caressing a cheek before him.
“Don’t leave me… Sirius…”
A gently smile. A promise.
“Never again…” Unless you want me to…
And this time, when he wakes in the morning, the warmth and the arms are still there. Their bodies still entwined. And when grey meets amber, past and future no longer matter. Their present is enough…
The End
And the last one. Writen for lhune (yes, all the BB drabbles are written for you ... I have to get you back in the mood, ne? XD)
“Tala…?”
The kid’s voice is soft. A mere whisper, echoing through the silent room. Too silent.
Taking another step forward, he lets his eyes roam around the room. There is no one there. No one to answer. No one to walk up to him. No one to comfort him.
A soft whimper leaves his lips. He doesn’t want to be alone. He has never liked being on his own. And in the past, the red head has always been with him. No matter what.
He shivers. Because of the cold, because of the pain, because he can’t find … Because of everything.
Turning around his eyes come to rest on the bed on the other side of the room. He has lost count of how many times he has been here. Has come to the other one’s room. Has lied next to his friend in that bed.
And now it is all gone. All destroyed. All …
Without thinking, with pure hatred and incredible sadness in his heart, he lets his fist connect with the wall. It doesn’t hurt. Nothing can ever hurt him anymore. Because inside, he is broken.
Cold eyes look up to the door when he hears a movement outside in the hallway. Crimson red, like blood, like fire. He can feel how he slowly starts to let his heart become ice. No one will ever do this to him again. Not now. Not ever. He will not permit it.
They have taken his best friend from him. They have taken of piece of his heart from him. They have taken a piece of his soul, of his life from him. But no more …
-
Years have passed by and the kid has grown. But still the heart is like ice, and his orbs are a fierce blood-red fire that no one can put out.
Though he swore never to care again, and to leave his entire past behind, still there is one thing that keeps on pulling him back. As if to warn him, as if to guide him, as if to tell him …
“Wow … Russia is amazing. I am so looking forward to these matches! World Championship, here we come.”
Rolling his eyes he turns and walks over to his room.
True, the care-free nature of his team-mates has made him realize something. Back then it had seemed the only way. Back then it had seemed right. But now he isn’t that sure anymore. However it is too late to turn back. Too late to become again who he once was. Who he could have been, with …
Angry he shakes his head. This is no good. Russia … Why did that country always do to him? What is it that makes him … ?
-
‘Damn you Boris! I will never become what you want. A puppet in my grandfather’s hands. A slave at your will. A fool to help you take over the world. Never … I made another promise that day, Boris … A promise I’ve not been able to fulfill yet, but now … Now is the time … You will curse the day you killed him. You will curse the day you brought me here. You will curse … today …’
He doesn’t need to look to know where he is going. After all these years, his feet still know the way. After all this time he can still find that room with his eyes closed.
Hesitantly his hand reaches out for the door. Pushing it open. Gently. As if to not disturb its former inhabitant. As if to not disturb the memories.
The room is still the same. Exact the same as he left it years ago. He still remembers where his fist hit the wall. He can still see their shadows on the bed.
One last look before he turns and runs out again. exploring the underground laboratory. Looking through the empty hallways for signs of kids or worse, guards. But all is calm. Too calm.
His eyes narrow when he sees all the candles being lit, leading him to one particular room. All his senses on alert, he slowly walks closer to the half opened door. Wondering what he might find inside. Fearing it as well …
“So, you finally managed to find your way back home?”
The voice is filled with sarcasm, and it is cold and angry and … still the same.
Looking up his crimson eyes meet blue one. Fire versus Ice. Opposites. And yet the same.
He can’t say the words that are forming in his mind. He wouldn’t know where to start. All that has happened. All he has done. All he has gone through, they have gone through … It all vanishes at the sight before him.
He knows that for the first time in all these years, his eyes are like an open book. He can feel the icy walls he has created around his heart, starting to melt. He knows, without it having to be said out loud, that he would willingly surrender himself at the one in front of him.
Behind him he can feel Boris enter the room. Can feel the man’s victory.
However, the only thing he really pays attention to…
They have never needed words. They have always been able to understand. With just one look. One signal. One movement.
As one they launch their blade. Blue and silver. Spinning at high speed. Nothing against one other, but with one other. Together. As they have always been. As they always will be.
They can hear the shocked cries behind them. The breaking of the tubes. Green liquid spilling over the floor. Glass shattering, like a broken mirror. No more prisons.
Their eyes are still locked. The bond between them suddenly revived.
Without a word Wolborg and Dranzer appear, feeling their Masters wishes, obeying without a second hesitation.
It doesn’t take long before everything around them is a sea of fire and smoke and ice crystals. And in-between it all, 2 boys, standing proud. Ready to do what is needed to put an end to the hell they’ve all been through.
They know Boris will not escape. They know they might not either.
“Tala! Kai! Over here!”
Looking up they see Bryan. And behind him Ian. And next to Ian, Spencer. Three worried face. Three pair of eyes begging them to take the steel cable they lowered out of the helicopter.
It is a small smile that graces their faces when they take a hold of it.
Together. Forever. Even in death…
But not yet. Not yet.
Now, after all these years, it is time
To live …
The End
Well, I guess I urgently need to update my fic-list on my entry post ... *sweatdrop*