[Fics] Things That Shouldn't Taste Bitter Often Do
Was bored, and well, amused by something I'm not quite sure what. SO I decided to do drabbles. The only thing different about these drabbles? They aren't all for DGM. Well, two are, two aren't. But, like for example, the second one is an original piece, and the 3rd one is obviously from a different fandom. So yeah, I'd actually really appreciate it if I got comments on this!~
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Fandom: D. Gray Man
Pairing: Lavi x Kanda
Warning: vague mentionings of body fluid? And the F-word?
"it's whipped cream!"
"Swear it! On my life!"
"...Why won't ya believe me, Yuu-chan?"
"Are you giving me the cold shoulder again? Ya know I don't like it! What'd I do this time? I mean, besides the--it was whipped cream and you know it!"
"Che. No I don't."
A pause, "Well ya would if ya tasted it."
"Liked I'd get my face anywhere near--" SLAM "--that..."
"But Yuu-chan it was completely and totally harmless!"
"And you carry around whipped cream in your fucking pants all day?"
Snap, forward, pause.
"...No."
"My case in point."
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Fandom: Langidrik (my original piece)
Pairing: Gil x Lofquist, mentionings of Lind, and Iezzi
Warning: Chicken abuse, vomit, hilarity?
In a grandure that befitted a king, he wondered if he had any right to be lazy, if he had any right whatsoever to even be remotely close to...wherever this was. The ocean, of course--staring at the waves lapping against the side of ship. Like they could call it a ship anyway, but it was his 'home' now, and he was the 'captive'--freedom never smelled so salty. Freedom never made him feel so sea sick.
The cabin door banged open and he was pretty sure that mess of limbs was originally supposed to be a person, tumbling and fumbling, white coat, for once, forgotten for the regular attire he rarely ever saw...was that a pink shirt? Did he even have any right to ask?
So he didn't, he just stared, as shirt rumpled, and smoothed, and glasses--and wide wide eyes focused on him, bright, "Ah! Lofquist!~" The man hummed so much like he knew him, pulling out a vile of some liquid,and holding it out, "this should help!"
Would it? Did he know?
"What is it?"
"Just a little something I cooked up." His legs wavered and shook as he made his way across the deck. Was it really a deck? It was so small. Not that he should be the one questioning things, so he let it slip and fall, instead leaning back as his stomach did a roll, the sea looked very welcoming to whatever his stomach threw up. Or at least he hoped it did. After all, cleaning the side of the ship--he had seen Lind do it. Didn't want to. Never wanted to. The sea killed people.
"What's. In. It?" He groaned out again, leaning against the banister, hoping for no splinters, and almost wishing he got one, because removing splinters wouldn't be as painful as--
"Oh, just RoseMary, Thyme, Arregeno," the man listed off green good green ingredients, "A bit of a non toxic sedative, and a pain reliever, oh and the natural cure all." he said the last bit hurriedly, holding the vile out quickly, and uncorking it, "Now open up wide Loffy!~ wouldn't want you throwing up all over the deck again!"
But he knew better.
Natural Cure all. What did a deranged scientist know about a cure all? Easy. Nothing. At all. They only thought they knew.
"What poor Chicken did you torture this time?" He groaned out instead, swiping his bangs just enough to feel the sweat, holding his hand out in a block he hoped would work.
"But I--"
"Natural Cure all?" He cut the man off, "Chicken Blood, you should just say...Chicken Blood."
"But then you wouldn't drink it!"
"..."
Green met Green
"....How did you make it...not red?"
The man gwaffed at him for a moment, before reasoning some sense into his jaw and closing it, humming thoughtfully, "Honestly?"
"Honestly."
"Food coloring."
"...."
"What? I thought if it was green you'd actually, y'know, drink it!"
Of course.
Just of course.
So it wasn't really his fault when he wound up throwing up on the man. It only mildly surprised him that said man didn't even mind, stripping off his shirt. He only complained once about his knees and the fact they were numb when Lind found out, and when they were both set with a bucket and a mop--which were quickly taken and replaced by one because it was all Gil's fault anyway--the laughing didn't help much.
"If you're going to laugh you might as well join us, brat."
"But he didn't do anything."
"and stop sticking up for him!"
"He's just a kid."
The protests fell on deaf ears, though, as always. What else did he expect, really? What else?
Hah. Easy answer.
"You know," The man looked up only once, headband firmly in place to keep shaggy hair away from his eyes, "Chicken Blood isn't a cure all. you just like abusing chickens, don't you?"
The man didn't say no.
So it was an easy answer, of course.
"Masochist."
And manly bonding moments. As insane as that sounded.
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Fandom: Pandora Hearts
Pairing: Break x Gil (onesided?), mentioning of Gil x Oz
Warning(s): mild spoilers, humiliation, real-men-wear-pink
"I told you I am not wearing that." I couldn't help but laugh at the mildly horrified look on the younger man's face as he stared at the garment. Really, it wasn't like I was making him wear a dress--though it would have been amusing to see if he would, in the end, being the one for code as he was.
Really, though, "What's wrong with it? "
"It's, it's--" He sputtered for a moment, yellow eyes flashing uncertainly, embarassment clear on the cute little blush at his cheeks, "it's pink--Break. I'm not wearing Pink!"
"it's not like anyone you know will actually see you!" I tutted, hearing Emily laugh--high pitched, squealing--right in my ear. She had good taste, oh yes, "And besides, Sharon made that specifically for you, and you know," I leaned in close, hand raised, to whisper--because secrets were fun weren't they?--"If I were you, I wouldn't turn down a woman's gift so lightly."
"But she's trying to humiliate me!" I backed away, shooting him a scornful look.
"Whatever makes you say that?"
"it's pink!"
"So?"
"and I'm a man!"
"Pink is an offset of red, which if I do rememeber correctly, was a very manly color, back in the day." I gave him a smile that just dripped with sugar, and threat, and poison and he knew what it meant, after all, "We can't not go on this mission, Ra-ven!~ The consequences could be very very bad, you know~"
His lips set in a frown, but I more than knew he understood from the way his hsoulders went stock stiff, "No one...will see me?" He wondered after a moment, staring down at the garment with a sickened expression.
"No one at all." I nodded my head, might as well let him think that, right? "And once you agree to wear it, no going back."
"You make it sound like a death threat."
"Would you put it past me?"
...He looked at the garment, then back at me, "No, actually, I wouldn't."
"Good then," I turned away, waving my hand in a dismissive fashion, "Hurry up, hurry up~ Wouldn't want to be late you know!"
and after a few mumblings and curses, I heard the sound of cloth rustling, and I resisted to turn my head. The boy was listening, as well as he ever would
'He certainly will have to get used to listening to me.' After all, he was still new to the workings, 'Or else things could get very, very nasty.'
And I certainly didn't want to lose my eye again. No, certainly not. If it came to that, then--well, no. I shut the door quietly behind me and leaned against it, 'It's best not to think about it.' I listened to the rustling cloth and the chime of the clock somewhere down the hall, 'Best not to think of things that won't happen anyway.'
After all, Oz wasn't back yet. He wouldn't be back from the Abyss for who knew how long? My hand fell over my chest, to the mark I more than knew stood out, there, dark against my pale skin, and sighed once more. Oz was his focus, greedy as it was, selfish--or maybe too selfless?--as it was. He wanted Oz.
And I tried to tell myself the bitterness I felt wasn't that. Because it wasn't. Honest. Honest as the smile--as the pink garment, blushing humiliated face--
I was Honest wasn't I?
Wasn't I?
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Fandom: D. Gray Man
Pairing: Lavi x Kanda
Warning(s): AU, Angst, foul language, boys kissing, um...if you can guess the fanfic this might take place in then also possible spoilers and you get cookies? Yesthis made me cry while writing it. The scenes been in my head for months dammit.
"Neh, neh, Yuu-chan," Don't fucking think. Don't think. I tried, but it didn't work, when I felt, rather than heard, the man come up behind me, 'Don't think, don't think' Because dammit my chest didn't hurt. After all this and--of course it didn't. But then, what had I been expecting? Some fucking happy ending? What kind of sap was I?
"Yuu-chan," I could feel his breath hit the back of my neck, and my shoulders tensed, even though fuck I didn't want them to. he was just be hind me. He was just my roommate--he was just--he was just--"Yuu," My breath hitched, fuck he didn't need to say my name like that--not when it wasn't supposed to fucking mean anything because he was fucking leaving to--
Fingers brushed my shoulder blade, tracing up, and then a grip much stronger than he usually gave. And a kiss, perfectly innocent, perfectly there, but, fuck, it wasn't--"Yuu," I felt his lips move against, and then--"Please look at me. I-" his own breath caught in his lungs, not that it mattered.
This was his damn fault anyway. It wouldn't do any good, he fucking said it wouldn't and after everything--
"You honestly expect me to?" I hated how fucking broken it sounded, cracked and--shit.
"Nah, actually, I guess I shouldn't." His laugh was bitter, the grip tightened, and suddenly my balance was too off and then his face came into view but I wasn't where I was standing and--
Qick, firm, hot, cold, fuck the--what the hell?!
Lips against lips. Hard. Forceful. Hands still on shoulders--both now, balancing, then moving up--behind head, in hair, he knew I didn't fucking like it when someone touched my hair like that, because it--
Tongue forced in, tangled--slick, wet, disgusting--I couldn't fucking breathe--what kind of damn point was he trying to fucking make? because it wasn't working, and my knees weren't cooperating, legs weren't either, but he forced and forced--
And then they hit something soft, and I was falling, sitting, fuck--and his lips were pulling away, and he looked so fucking horrified that--
"Yuu," but sad. Fuck. Big green sad--stop clenching up--I wasn't some damn girl who just had their boyfriend say 'sorry I'm leaving.' For just any damn reason--we weren't even--
I looked away.
"Yuu," he said again, leaning down, trying to get me to look at him, but I wouldn't. Why should I? He was just a roommate. Just a friend. JUst a mabe someone that voice wouldn't fucking shut up about,. because his red hair and green eye making him so damn noticable, and that tattoo I had only seen once that must have been painful--
His fingers traced against my jaw, "You...you know I'm...sorry, right?" No you aren't but if I opened my mouth I might ask him to stay, and fuck, maybe that's what he wanted, but no. Not me. He could go on his fucking merry way if he wanted to. He was just a roommate. Just a friend--just a--
Just a--
"I guess...I really shoulda asked your permission first, y'know?" He let out a laugh, but it was hollow, and made something grate painfully somewhere I didn't want to think he reached just yet, "I mean, I did this all for ya, but I never once asked if you, y'know, wanted it. I mean,it's your life, and I basically fucking screwed with it." He paused for a moment, no he wasn't going to cry, his voice wasn't fucking shaking, "I can't give ya back that time either, as much as I'd want ta. Maybe it'd be better for ya, maybe you'd think it'd be anyway, if we'd never met, y'know?" He swallowed and it--no. No. No. No, "But...I guess...I'm glad I screwed with ya. I'm--I'm glad Icame in and fucked your life up. Cuz otherwise I wouldn't give a damn. Do you know how fucking muich that actually means?"
I didn't. No. I didn't want to know. Was he trying to--to--because he should just fucking shut up before I--
"And that's as close as I'm gonna get, Yuu," The lack of warmth startled me, and I almost looked. Almost, he laughed again, "Yeah that's all you're gonna get, Yuu. Cuz y'know, you won't accept it anyway. If was gonna say those three damn words. That wouldn't mean a damn thing, and I couldn't even blame you for it." He wasn't crying. If he was fucking crying then--then--but he was just a roommate. just a friend that might have meant something.
Fuck
so was everything--
"I couldn't, y'know," he was crying. I heard it, thick in his voice, fuck fuck fuck, "But...I-did...even if...it was just y'know, shit, never mind." Footsteps, slow moving--water--rushing...something was rushing and I couldn't get my head back around fast enough to see him slip through the door.
I couldn't get my legs to move fast enough. Or maybe I could. But it didn't matter. It didn't. He was just a roommate, just a friend that maybe mattered, and maybe someone I could have said that to. I could have--but fuck I wouldn't. Because he didn't. And that wasn't--
So I watched, as the door slammed. The door slammed and hid the back of the ex-roommate. The ex-friend, the ex-maybe someone I could have--
....It hadn't been pity.
It--
Fuck.
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Fandom: D. Gray Man
Pairing: Lavi x Kanda
Warning: vague mentionings of body fluid? And the F-word?
"it's whipped cream!"
"Swear it! On my life!"
"...Why won't ya believe me, Yuu-chan?"
"Are you giving me the cold shoulder again? Ya know I don't like it! What'd I do this time? I mean, besides the--it was whipped cream and you know it!"
"Che. No I don't."
A pause, "Well ya would if ya tasted it."
"Liked I'd get my face anywhere near--" SLAM "--that..."
"But Yuu-chan it was completely and totally harmless!"
"And you carry around whipped cream in your fucking pants all day?"
Snap, forward, pause.
"...No."
"My case in point."
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Fandom: Langidrik (my original piece)
Pairing: Gil x Lofquist, mentionings of Lind, and Iezzi
Warning: Chicken abuse, vomit, hilarity?
In a grandure that befitted a king, he wondered if he had any right to be lazy, if he had any right whatsoever to even be remotely close to...wherever this was. The ocean, of course--staring at the waves lapping against the side of ship. Like they could call it a ship anyway, but it was his 'home' now, and he was the 'captive'--freedom never smelled so salty. Freedom never made him feel so sea sick.
The cabin door banged open and he was pretty sure that mess of limbs was originally supposed to be a person, tumbling and fumbling, white coat, for once, forgotten for the regular attire he rarely ever saw...was that a pink shirt? Did he even have any right to ask?
So he didn't, he just stared, as shirt rumpled, and smoothed, and glasses--and wide wide eyes focused on him, bright, "Ah! Lofquist!~" The man hummed so much like he knew him, pulling out a vile of some liquid,and holding it out, "this should help!"
Would it? Did he know?
"What is it?"
"Just a little something I cooked up." His legs wavered and shook as he made his way across the deck. Was it really a deck? It was so small. Not that he should be the one questioning things, so he let it slip and fall, instead leaning back as his stomach did a roll, the sea looked very welcoming to whatever his stomach threw up. Or at least he hoped it did. After all, cleaning the side of the ship--he had seen Lind do it. Didn't want to. Never wanted to. The sea killed people.
"What's. In. It?" He groaned out again, leaning against the banister, hoping for no splinters, and almost wishing he got one, because removing splinters wouldn't be as painful as--
"Oh, just RoseMary, Thyme, Arregeno," the man listed off green good green ingredients, "A bit of a non toxic sedative, and a pain reliever, oh and the natural cure all." he said the last bit hurriedly, holding the vile out quickly, and uncorking it, "Now open up wide Loffy!~ wouldn't want you throwing up all over the deck again!"
But he knew better.
Natural Cure all. What did a deranged scientist know about a cure all? Easy. Nothing. At all. They only thought they knew.
"What poor Chicken did you torture this time?" He groaned out instead, swiping his bangs just enough to feel the sweat, holding his hand out in a block he hoped would work.
"But I--"
"Natural Cure all?" He cut the man off, "Chicken Blood, you should just say...Chicken Blood."
"But then you wouldn't drink it!"
"..."
Green met Green
"....How did you make it...not red?"
The man gwaffed at him for a moment, before reasoning some sense into his jaw and closing it, humming thoughtfully, "Honestly?"
"Honestly."
"Food coloring."
"...."
"What? I thought if it was green you'd actually, y'know, drink it!"
Of course.
Just of course.
So it wasn't really his fault when he wound up throwing up on the man. It only mildly surprised him that said man didn't even mind, stripping off his shirt. He only complained once about his knees and the fact they were numb when Lind found out, and when they were both set with a bucket and a mop--which were quickly taken and replaced by one because it was all Gil's fault anyway--the laughing didn't help much.
"If you're going to laugh you might as well join us, brat."
"But he didn't do anything."
"and stop sticking up for him!"
"He's just a kid."
The protests fell on deaf ears, though, as always. What else did he expect, really? What else?
Hah. Easy answer.
"You know," The man looked up only once, headband firmly in place to keep shaggy hair away from his eyes, "Chicken Blood isn't a cure all. you just like abusing chickens, don't you?"
The man didn't say no.
So it was an easy answer, of course.
"Masochist."
And manly bonding moments. As insane as that sounded.
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Fandom: Pandora Hearts
Pairing: Break x Gil (onesided?), mentioning of Gil x Oz
Warning(s): mild spoilers, humiliation, real-men-wear-pink
"I told you I am not wearing that." I couldn't help but laugh at the mildly horrified look on the younger man's face as he stared at the garment. Really, it wasn't like I was making him wear a dress--though it would have been amusing to see if he would, in the end, being the one for code as he was.
Really, though, "What's wrong with it? "
"It's, it's--" He sputtered for a moment, yellow eyes flashing uncertainly, embarassment clear on the cute little blush at his cheeks, "it's pink--Break. I'm not wearing Pink!"
"it's not like anyone you know will actually see you!" I tutted, hearing Emily laugh--high pitched, squealing--right in my ear. She had good taste, oh yes, "And besides, Sharon made that specifically for you, and you know," I leaned in close, hand raised, to whisper--because secrets were fun weren't they?--"If I were you, I wouldn't turn down a woman's gift so lightly."
"But she's trying to humiliate me!" I backed away, shooting him a scornful look.
"Whatever makes you say that?"
"it's pink!"
"So?"
"and I'm a man!"
"Pink is an offset of red, which if I do rememeber correctly, was a very manly color, back in the day." I gave him a smile that just dripped with sugar, and threat, and poison and he knew what it meant, after all, "We can't not go on this mission, Ra-ven!~ The consequences could be very very bad, you know~"
His lips set in a frown, but I more than knew he understood from the way his hsoulders went stock stiff, "No one...will see me?" He wondered after a moment, staring down at the garment with a sickened expression.
"No one at all." I nodded my head, might as well let him think that, right? "And once you agree to wear it, no going back."
"You make it sound like a death threat."
"Would you put it past me?"
...He looked at the garment, then back at me, "No, actually, I wouldn't."
"Good then," I turned away, waving my hand in a dismissive fashion, "Hurry up, hurry up~ Wouldn't want to be late you know!"
and after a few mumblings and curses, I heard the sound of cloth rustling, and I resisted to turn my head. The boy was listening, as well as he ever would
'He certainly will have to get used to listening to me.' After all, he was still new to the workings, 'Or else things could get very, very nasty.'
And I certainly didn't want to lose my eye again. No, certainly not. If it came to that, then--well, no. I shut the door quietly behind me and leaned against it, 'It's best not to think about it.' I listened to the rustling cloth and the chime of the clock somewhere down the hall, 'Best not to think of things that won't happen anyway.'
After all, Oz wasn't back yet. He wouldn't be back from the Abyss for who knew how long? My hand fell over my chest, to the mark I more than knew stood out, there, dark against my pale skin, and sighed once more. Oz was his focus, greedy as it was, selfish--or maybe too selfless?--as it was. He wanted Oz.
And I tried to tell myself the bitterness I felt wasn't that. Because it wasn't. Honest. Honest as the smile--as the pink garment, blushing humiliated face--
I was Honest wasn't I?
Wasn't I?
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Fandom: D. Gray Man
Pairing: Lavi x Kanda
Warning(s): AU, Angst, foul language, boys kissing, um...if you can guess the fanfic this might take place in then also possible spoilers and you get cookies? Yesthis made me cry while writing it. The scenes been in my head for months dammit.
"Neh, neh, Yuu-chan," Don't fucking think. Don't think. I tried, but it didn't work, when I felt, rather than heard, the man come up behind me, 'Don't think, don't think' Because dammit my chest didn't hurt. After all this and--of course it didn't. But then, what had I been expecting? Some fucking happy ending? What kind of sap was I?
"Yuu-chan," I could feel his breath hit the back of my neck, and my shoulders tensed, even though fuck I didn't want them to. he was just be hind me. He was just my roommate--he was just--he was just--"Yuu," My breath hitched, fuck he didn't need to say my name like that--not when it wasn't supposed to fucking mean anything because he was fucking leaving to--
Fingers brushed my shoulder blade, tracing up, and then a grip much stronger than he usually gave. And a kiss, perfectly innocent, perfectly there, but, fuck, it wasn't--"Yuu," I felt his lips move against, and then--"Please look at me. I-" his own breath caught in his lungs, not that it mattered.
This was his damn fault anyway. It wouldn't do any good, he fucking said it wouldn't and after everything--
"You honestly expect me to?" I hated how fucking broken it sounded, cracked and--shit.
"Nah, actually, I guess I shouldn't." His laugh was bitter, the grip tightened, and suddenly my balance was too off and then his face came into view but I wasn't where I was standing and--
Qick, firm, hot, cold, fuck the--what the hell?!
Lips against lips. Hard. Forceful. Hands still on shoulders--both now, balancing, then moving up--behind head, in hair, he knew I didn't fucking like it when someone touched my hair like that, because it--
Tongue forced in, tangled--slick, wet, disgusting--I couldn't fucking breathe--what kind of damn point was he trying to fucking make? because it wasn't working, and my knees weren't cooperating, legs weren't either, but he forced and forced--
And then they hit something soft, and I was falling, sitting, fuck--and his lips were pulling away, and he looked so fucking horrified that--
"Yuu," but sad. Fuck. Big green sad--stop clenching up--I wasn't some damn girl who just had their boyfriend say 'sorry I'm leaving.' For just any damn reason--we weren't even--
I looked away.
"Yuu," he said again, leaning down, trying to get me to look at him, but I wouldn't. Why should I? He was just a roommate. Just a friend. JUst a mabe someone that voice wouldn't fucking shut up about,. because his red hair and green eye making him so damn noticable, and that tattoo I had only seen once that must have been painful--
His fingers traced against my jaw, "You...you know I'm...sorry, right?" No you aren't but if I opened my mouth I might ask him to stay, and fuck, maybe that's what he wanted, but no. Not me. He could go on his fucking merry way if he wanted to. He was just a roommate. Just a friend--just a--
Just a--
"I guess...I really shoulda asked your permission first, y'know?" He let out a laugh, but it was hollow, and made something grate painfully somewhere I didn't want to think he reached just yet, "I mean, I did this all for ya, but I never once asked if you, y'know, wanted it. I mean,it's your life, and I basically fucking screwed with it." He paused for a moment, no he wasn't going to cry, his voice wasn't fucking shaking, "I can't give ya back that time either, as much as I'd want ta. Maybe it'd be better for ya, maybe you'd think it'd be anyway, if we'd never met, y'know?" He swallowed and it--no. No. No. No, "But...I guess...I'm glad I screwed with ya. I'm--I'm glad Icame in and fucked your life up. Cuz otherwise I wouldn't give a damn. Do you know how fucking muich that actually means?"
I didn't. No. I didn't want to know. Was he trying to--to--because he should just fucking shut up before I--
"And that's as close as I'm gonna get, Yuu," The lack of warmth startled me, and I almost looked. Almost, he laughed again, "Yeah that's all you're gonna get, Yuu. Cuz y'know, you won't accept it anyway. If was gonna say those three damn words. That wouldn't mean a damn thing, and I couldn't even blame you for it." He wasn't crying. If he was fucking crying then--then--but he was just a roommate. just a friend that might have meant something.
Fuck
so was everything--
"I couldn't, y'know," he was crying. I heard it, thick in his voice, fuck fuck fuck, "But...I-did...even if...it was just y'know, shit, never mind." Footsteps, slow moving--water--rushing...something was rushing and I couldn't get my head back around fast enough to see him slip through the door.
I couldn't get my legs to move fast enough. Or maybe I could. But it didn't matter. It didn't. He was just a roommate, just a friend that maybe mattered, and maybe someone I could have said that to. I could have--but fuck I wouldn't. Because he didn't. And that wasn't--
So I watched, as the door slammed. The door slammed and hid the back of the ex-roommate. The ex-friend, the ex-maybe someone I could have--
....It hadn't been pity.
It--
Fuck.