Happy Easter! And two drabbles!
Happy Easter everyone! :-) Have a vintage Easter Witch! :-D
Glad Påsk = Happy Easter!
Yeah, we have Easter Witches in Sweden. Not bunnies. ;-) Wanna know why? This blog-post explains it brilliantly: Party with the devil, Easter in Sweden.
Anyway, yesterday I posted a drabble-meme... Not many has posted a prompt for me, so I figured I'd post the two drabbles I have written. I hope you all enjoy them. I haven't written drabbles in an age, but when I do... I write them quickly and without thinking really. Just the first thing that poops up in my head. First one was written in 5-10 mins. The second 10-15 mins. I think, at least... Hmm... Only partly betad, so.... Any mistakes are mine. Feel free to point them out, if you wish, and I'll fix them.
Oh, and if you want me to write a drabble, then go HERE and ask for one. No need to post the meme in your own LJ. I'll write you one anyway. :-)
I blame those that gave me prompts for this...
Title: Bleeding
Author: KSena aka kseenaa
Rating: Ehr… Don’t know? PG13?
Fandom: Tokio Hotel
Pairings: Georg/Gustav
Warnings: Blood, Hinted Violence and abuse, Open ending
Word count: 165
Summary: Now they’ve both bleed…
Disclaimer: Don't own anything Tokio Hotel related or the guys. They own themselves, thank you. This never happened.
Authors Note: Written for thilia who asked for G’s and darkness. Don’t know where this came from. First thing I have ever written in the Tokio Hotel fandom. Don’t hurt me…..
Geezes fucking christ, his body hurt… Georg groaned, laying in the alley by the dumpster. He should have known better… Much better.
Going out without a body guard was never a good move… He and Gustav usually managed to blend into a crowd better then twins, but still... The amusing thing was, Georg thought, coughing up some more blood, was that he’d given Gustav so much grief over doing the same thing when some guys had thrown a bottle over his head. He’d been worried sick then. It was Gustav. And Georg had been scared as hell that he’d lose him. It had ended well though.
And now it was Georgs turn to bleed in a dark alley… Fuck… Moving hurt. Those men… they’d probably broken his ribs… and more... He shouldn’t have talked back… Shouldn’t have…
There were other things he should have done though… And now Georg feared it was too late. If he survived this… he would tell him. He would.
“Gustav…”
Title: Ending… Beginning?
Author: KSena aka kseenaa
Rating: Ehr… Don’t know? PG13?
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean, Tokio Hotel
Pairings: Gen or hinted pairings up to you. Depends on how you read it.
Warnings: Mayor character death, Open ending
Word count: 573
Summary: A violent ending leaves way to a new start… or was it such a wise decision?
Disclaimer: Don't own anything Tokio Hotel related or the guys. They own themselves, thank you. This never happened. Neither do I own anything related to Pirates of the Caribbean, all characters in said movies are owned by Disney et all.
Authors Note: Written for shesamouse who asked for Tokio Hotel and Pirates of the Carbbiean crossover and a violent one. Don’t know if this would be counted as violent, but it sure ended up angsty. I hope it was somewhat what you asked for…. Don’t know where this came from…
The storm had yet to settle as Will walked over the familiar planks of the Flying Dutchman. He’d just turned his back on the scene in the seas… The plane had finally sunk to the bottom of the ocean floor. The crew was helping the souls they’d pulled up from the seas… so many. Young. Old. Children…. No matter how many years he’d been the Captain of the Flying Dutchman, that always hurt. There was a small group that kept to themselves though, and hence caught Wills attention. Four boys. Young. Motioning for his father, Will asked him who they were but apparently they had refused to speak with him. Maybe, Will thought, they were too stubborn. Did not want to believe what had happened to them… He’d seen it before. Many times. Some of those people were now crew…
Deciding to talk to them himself, Will walked over to the small group and crouched low on the deck, so he was level with them. They were all sitting down on the deck with their backs to the railing. “Hello. Welcome to the Flying Dutchman. I am Captain Will Turner.” He introduced himself, like he’d done sooo many times before. The boys kept stubbornly silent, hanging on to each other. Especially two of them did… The youngest looking one, eyes lined with black finally spoke up. “So it is true? This? It’s real?” “Yes.” Will nodded at them, seeing how understanding dawned. The boy with the braids, who had such a deathgrip on the first boy looked at him sharply. “Are we dead?” Will looked at them sadly. “I am afraid so yes. You and everyone else that was on that plane… I am sorry.” The other two closed their eyes, and grabbed on to one of the two tall boys each, almost desperately. The young looking one almost hyperventilating… “That’s not possible… So many… They’ll kill…” That caught Wills attention. “Who will? And why?” he asked sharply, but this time none of them answered at first. But then one of them, the boy with long hair that he pushed back from his face. “Our fans. We are… were… a famous band. Our fans, they are…. Passionate….” he ended slowly. “I understand…” Will answered them, understanding completely. They would have to stay close to the shore from now on… Patting their shoulders, Wills stood up to walk away and start their journey to Fiddlers Green, when he felt a grab at his boot. “NO! I know the story from the movies… We can stay, can’t we?” the braided boy said, “As crew.” “Tom!” the other three tried to stop him. Will raised an eyebrow. It HAD been some time ago he’d taken on new crew. But they were so young... Turning back to this… Tom, he looked closely at him. “Yes. 100 years. Would you be prepared to do that?” They weren’t ready yet… Will could see it now… Had seen it so many times before. None of them where. “If he goes, so do I.” two of the other boys said in unison when Tom nodded, his eyes wide, prompting the forth to grab on to his friends and nodding. “Very well.” And he took their hands, one at the time, putting his mark on them and letting the ship know that these boys belonged to her now… hearing the answering creak in the ship he smiled sadly. “Welcome to the crew.”
Glad Påsk = Happy Easter!
Yeah, we have Easter Witches in Sweden. Not bunnies. ;-) Wanna know why? This blog-post explains it brilliantly: Party with the devil, Easter in Sweden.
Anyway, yesterday I posted a drabble-meme... Not many has posted a prompt for me, so I figured I'd post the two drabbles I have written. I hope you all enjoy them. I haven't written drabbles in an age, but when I do... I write them quickly and without thinking really. Just the first thing that poops up in my head. First one was written in 5-10 mins. The second 10-15 mins. I think, at least... Hmm... Only partly betad, so.... Any mistakes are mine. Feel free to point them out, if you wish, and I'll fix them.
Oh, and if you want me to write a drabble, then go HERE and ask for one. No need to post the meme in your own LJ. I'll write you one anyway. :-)
I blame those that gave me prompts for this...
Title: Bleeding
Author: KSena aka kseenaa
Rating: Ehr… Don’t know? PG13?
Fandom: Tokio Hotel
Pairings: Georg/Gustav
Warnings: Blood, Hinted Violence and abuse, Open ending
Word count: 165
Summary: Now they’ve both bleed…
Disclaimer: Don't own anything Tokio Hotel related or the guys. They own themselves, thank you. This never happened.
Authors Note: Written for thilia who asked for G’s and darkness. Don’t know where this came from. First thing I have ever written in the Tokio Hotel fandom. Don’t hurt me…..
Geezes fucking christ, his body hurt… Georg groaned, laying in the alley by the dumpster. He should have known better… Much better.
Going out without a body guard was never a good move… He and Gustav usually managed to blend into a crowd better then twins, but still... The amusing thing was, Georg thought, coughing up some more blood, was that he’d given Gustav so much grief over doing the same thing when some guys had thrown a bottle over his head. He’d been worried sick then. It was Gustav. And Georg had been scared as hell that he’d lose him. It had ended well though.
And now it was Georgs turn to bleed in a dark alley… Fuck… Moving hurt. Those men… they’d probably broken his ribs… and more... He shouldn’t have talked back… Shouldn’t have…
There were other things he should have done though… And now Georg feared it was too late. If he survived this… he would tell him. He would.
“Gustav…”
Title: Ending… Beginning?
Author: KSena aka kseenaa
Rating: Ehr… Don’t know? PG13?
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean, Tokio Hotel
Pairings: Gen or hinted pairings up to you. Depends on how you read it.
Warnings: Mayor character death, Open ending
Word count: 573
Summary: A violent ending leaves way to a new start… or was it such a wise decision?
Disclaimer: Don't own anything Tokio Hotel related or the guys. They own themselves, thank you. This never happened. Neither do I own anything related to Pirates of the Caribbean, all characters in said movies are owned by Disney et all.
Authors Note: Written for shesamouse who asked for Tokio Hotel and Pirates of the Carbbiean crossover and a violent one. Don’t know if this would be counted as violent, but it sure ended up angsty. I hope it was somewhat what you asked for…. Don’t know where this came from…
The storm had yet to settle as Will walked over the familiar planks of the Flying Dutchman. He’d just turned his back on the scene in the seas… The plane had finally sunk to the bottom of the ocean floor. The crew was helping the souls they’d pulled up from the seas… so many. Young. Old. Children…. No matter how many years he’d been the Captain of the Flying Dutchman, that always hurt. There was a small group that kept to themselves though, and hence caught Wills attention. Four boys. Young. Motioning for his father, Will asked him who they were but apparently they had refused to speak with him. Maybe, Will thought, they were too stubborn. Did not want to believe what had happened to them… He’d seen it before. Many times. Some of those people were now crew…
Deciding to talk to them himself, Will walked over to the small group and crouched low on the deck, so he was level with them. They were all sitting down on the deck with their backs to the railing. “Hello. Welcome to the Flying Dutchman. I am Captain Will Turner.” He introduced himself, like he’d done sooo many times before. The boys kept stubbornly silent, hanging on to each other. Especially two of them did… The youngest looking one, eyes lined with black finally spoke up. “So it is true? This? It’s real?” “Yes.” Will nodded at them, seeing how understanding dawned. The boy with the braids, who had such a deathgrip on the first boy looked at him sharply. “Are we dead?” Will looked at them sadly. “I am afraid so yes. You and everyone else that was on that plane… I am sorry.” The other two closed their eyes, and grabbed on to one of the two tall boys each, almost desperately. The young looking one almost hyperventilating… “That’s not possible… So many… They’ll kill…” That caught Wills attention. “Who will? And why?” he asked sharply, but this time none of them answered at first. But then one of them, the boy with long hair that he pushed back from his face. “Our fans. We are… were… a famous band. Our fans, they are…. Passionate….” he ended slowly. “I understand…” Will answered them, understanding completely. They would have to stay close to the shore from now on… Patting their shoulders, Wills stood up to walk away and start their journey to Fiddlers Green, when he felt a grab at his boot. “NO! I know the story from the movies… We can stay, can’t we?” the braided boy said, “As crew.” “Tom!” the other three tried to stop him. Will raised an eyebrow. It HAD been some time ago he’d taken on new crew. But they were so young... Turning back to this… Tom, he looked closely at him. “Yes. 100 years. Would you be prepared to do that?” They weren’t ready yet… Will could see it now… Had seen it so many times before. None of them where. “If he goes, so do I.” two of the other boys said in unison when Tom nodded, his eyes wide, prompting the forth to grab on to his friends and nodding. “Very well.” And he took their hands, one at the time, putting his mark on them and letting the ship know that these boys belonged to her now… hearing the answering creak in the ship he smiled sadly. “Welcome to the crew.”