FLash Fiction Fills Take 57 Part One
a/n: Two more flash fic fills ahoy! These are pretty SFW so enjoy!
For tumblr anon
Prompt: IchigoxKenpachi, fail flirting
Fandom: Bleach. Warnings: Crack.
It started with a wink and a grin. “Do you know what my shirt is made of?” Kenpachi asked over their crossed blades.
Ichigo blinked in confusion. Because they were in the middle of a sparring sensation and had been for the past hour, he was covered in sweat and blood and dirt and Kenpachi usually snarled threats and taunts at him. Seemingly benign queries had never been part of the process.
“What?” Ichigo asked.
And Kenpachi laughed at him. “Boyfriend material,” he said and with a surge of reiatsu and blade both, barreled Ichigo backward and to the ground.
The rest of the spar was business as usual and ended with Ichigo limping back to the temporary apartment he called home, but he never quite forgot the odd statement tossed his way.
“Did you sit in a pile of sugar?” Kenpachi asked him one day, out of nowhere, and with a salacious wink that didn't quite work because, you know, eyepatch.
Ichigo's hand brushed over the seat of his hakama. “No, I don't think so.”
“Too bad. Because you have a pretty sweet ass.”
Ichigo worked his jaw, struggling to find something to say and sputtering when the words wouldn't come out. Surely Kenpachi wasn't serious.
And then the captain waggled his eyebrows at him before taking off in a flit of shunpo like breaking Ichigo's brain was a fun pasttime for him.
The worst one, though, the worst was two days later when they were sitting down for a meal because Yachiru had asked and Ichigo couldn't say no, but when he got there, Kenpachi was the only one present and Ichigo had begun to smell a plot.
“Was that an earthquake?” Kenpachi asked in all seriousness, holding a cup of sake like it was a lifeline.
Ichigo sighed. “Kenpachi--”
“Or did you just rock my world?” the captain finished and Ichigo palmed his face, feeling the burn stretch from his cheeks all the way to the tip of his ears.
“Let me guess,” he said, rubbing his forehead. “Madarame?”
Kenpachi chuckled and tossed back his sake in one gulp. “Abarai, too. I got more.”
“No. No, that's okay. I think I get the point.” Ichigo peered at the other captain from around his palm. “You should have asked Yumichika.”
“I see that now.” Kenpachi leaned forward, pinning Ichigo with a look. “Well?”
Ichigo's lips curved. “We'll see.”
“Eh. I'll take it.”
For Skywinder
Prompt: Skywarp and Bluestreak, partners in crime, gen
Fandom: Transformers G1. Warnings: None.
Bluestreak didn't know how many rules he was breaking. Prowl was going to be furious. Red Alert was going to fry several circuits.
Optimus would probably approve though. And Ratchet most definitely. Ratchet would pat him on the back and offer him a whole bottle of aged high grade in celebration.
Because it was high-time someone taught Sideswipe a lesson. Punishment didn't work on him, not reprimands or brig-time or citations. Beating him up was not only not an option, but it didn't work either. And then you ran the risk of getting Sunstreaker on your aft.
But enough was enough. It was time Sideswipe got a taste of his own medicine.
And who better to help than Skywarp?
Skywarp, who'd seen Bluestreak cursing over the results of yet another prank, and vopped on down to investigate. That was, after he'd stopped laughing.
Orange glitter was not Bluestreak's color. Especially when it clogged up his vents and he kept sneezing bursts of it. Oh, he'd make Sunstreaker help scrub it off later as an apology, but that wasn't enough.
Bluestreak was tired of being the enduring, forgiving friend forcing a smile when he was the aft of every joke.
It wasn't funny anymore.
And Skywarp had rubbed his hands together in glee. He wanted some payback, too. Even if Bluestreak insisted on the non-lethal, non-harmful sort.
Skywarp came in handy. He was as devious as Sideswipe and he could teleport.
It would be the prank to end all pranks. It would make Sideswipe bow to Bluestreak, worshiping his genius. And then vow to never cross Bluestreak again for fear of his revenge.
It would become an Autobot legend.
“It'll also be fun!” Skywarp cackled, jostling him with an elbow.
“Whatever.” Bluestreak didn't so much care for fun as he cared for wiping that grin of his friend's face. “Hand me that welder.”
Sideswipe was never going to see this coming.
a/n: I've got one more to write, one lengthy one to polish, and a third to put the finishing touches on. I'm on a roll here. ;)
As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated.
This entry was originally posted at http://dracoqueen22.dreamwidth.org/274035.html. Feel free to comment wherever you find most convenient.
For tumblr anon
Prompt: IchigoxKenpachi, fail flirting
Fandom: Bleach. Warnings: Crack.
It started with a wink and a grin. “Do you know what my shirt is made of?” Kenpachi asked over their crossed blades.
Ichigo blinked in confusion. Because they were in the middle of a sparring sensation and had been for the past hour, he was covered in sweat and blood and dirt and Kenpachi usually snarled threats and taunts at him. Seemingly benign queries had never been part of the process.
“What?” Ichigo asked.
And Kenpachi laughed at him. “Boyfriend material,” he said and with a surge of reiatsu and blade both, barreled Ichigo backward and to the ground.
The rest of the spar was business as usual and ended with Ichigo limping back to the temporary apartment he called home, but he never quite forgot the odd statement tossed his way.
“Did you sit in a pile of sugar?” Kenpachi asked him one day, out of nowhere, and with a salacious wink that didn't quite work because, you know, eyepatch.
Ichigo's hand brushed over the seat of his hakama. “No, I don't think so.”
“Too bad. Because you have a pretty sweet ass.”
Ichigo worked his jaw, struggling to find something to say and sputtering when the words wouldn't come out. Surely Kenpachi wasn't serious.
And then the captain waggled his eyebrows at him before taking off in a flit of shunpo like breaking Ichigo's brain was a fun pasttime for him.
The worst one, though, the worst was two days later when they were sitting down for a meal because Yachiru had asked and Ichigo couldn't say no, but when he got there, Kenpachi was the only one present and Ichigo had begun to smell a plot.
“Was that an earthquake?” Kenpachi asked in all seriousness, holding a cup of sake like it was a lifeline.
Ichigo sighed. “Kenpachi--”
“Or did you just rock my world?” the captain finished and Ichigo palmed his face, feeling the burn stretch from his cheeks all the way to the tip of his ears.
“Let me guess,” he said, rubbing his forehead. “Madarame?”
Kenpachi chuckled and tossed back his sake in one gulp. “Abarai, too. I got more.”
“No. No, that's okay. I think I get the point.” Ichigo peered at the other captain from around his palm. “You should have asked Yumichika.”
“I see that now.” Kenpachi leaned forward, pinning Ichigo with a look. “Well?”
Ichigo's lips curved. “We'll see.”
“Eh. I'll take it.”
For Skywinder
Prompt: Skywarp and Bluestreak, partners in crime, gen
Fandom: Transformers G1. Warnings: None.
Bluestreak didn't know how many rules he was breaking. Prowl was going to be furious. Red Alert was going to fry several circuits.
Optimus would probably approve though. And Ratchet most definitely. Ratchet would pat him on the back and offer him a whole bottle of aged high grade in celebration.
Because it was high-time someone taught Sideswipe a lesson. Punishment didn't work on him, not reprimands or brig-time or citations. Beating him up was not only not an option, but it didn't work either. And then you ran the risk of getting Sunstreaker on your aft.
But enough was enough. It was time Sideswipe got a taste of his own medicine.
And who better to help than Skywarp?
Skywarp, who'd seen Bluestreak cursing over the results of yet another prank, and vopped on down to investigate. That was, after he'd stopped laughing.
Orange glitter was not Bluestreak's color. Especially when it clogged up his vents and he kept sneezing bursts of it. Oh, he'd make Sunstreaker help scrub it off later as an apology, but that wasn't enough.
Bluestreak was tired of being the enduring, forgiving friend forcing a smile when he was the aft of every joke.
It wasn't funny anymore.
And Skywarp had rubbed his hands together in glee. He wanted some payback, too. Even if Bluestreak insisted on the non-lethal, non-harmful sort.
Skywarp came in handy. He was as devious as Sideswipe and he could teleport.
It would be the prank to end all pranks. It would make Sideswipe bow to Bluestreak, worshiping his genius. And then vow to never cross Bluestreak again for fear of his revenge.
It would become an Autobot legend.
“It'll also be fun!” Skywarp cackled, jostling him with an elbow.
“Whatever.” Bluestreak didn't so much care for fun as he cared for wiping that grin of his friend's face. “Hand me that welder.”
Sideswipe was never going to see this coming.
a/n: I've got one more to write, one lengthy one to polish, and a third to put the finishing touches on. I'm on a roll here. ;)
As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated.
This entry was originally posted at http://dracoqueen22.dreamwidth.org/274035.html. Feel free to comment wherever you find most convenient.