Valentine's Day drabbles
This is the compiled list of all the drabbles I have written for my Valentine's day meme over at my journal/my facebook. If you're not friends with me in one place or the other, you've missed some things. If you're not friends with me at either place you've missed a lot
Title: Should Have Come With a Warning Label
Characters: Riku/Roxas/implied Sora
Word Count: 221
Roxas is to Sora like Gremlins are to Gizmo. Technically, they come from the same place but Roxas is mean more often than not for no conceivable reason other than he can be. Also, and Riku learned this the hard way, Roxas bites. Hard
"What the hell did I do to deserve that?" Riku dabbed a finger against his lip, checking for blood.
"Your tongue was in my mouth." Roxas growled and Riku had one wild (slightly suicidal) moment in which he wondered what would happen if he bobbed Roxas and the nose and told him he was a bad puppy.
He decided not to try.
"Technically my tongue was in Sora's mouth."
"And then it wasn't." Roxas made a face, something that should probably be fierce and strike fear into Riku's heart, but instead put him in mind of a drowned kitten.
So Riku did the logical thing, pulled Roxas flush against him and proceeded to shove his tongue back into the mouth that started the entire problem.
Roxas, too stunned to react, just kind of stood there and took it. When the invasion was done, Riku leaned back and smacked his lips loudly, Roxas squeaked at him, "What the hell was that for?"
Riku grinned, "Now my tongue was in your mouth and the bite has been earned. Thanks."
Title: Costumes
Characters Terra
Word Count: 212
Terra held his arms out and made sure to hold very, very still. It continued to amaze him how Aqua could do complicated spellwork and yet you hand her a needle and thread, someone would get unintentionally hurt.
"Why am I doing this again?" he whispered, slightly afraid to raise his voice in case he startle her and something else get jabbed.
She blinked up at him with a smile that could only be described as devious. "Because, Terra. I read the story and you and Master Eraqus act it out behind me."
Terra looked over at the master, already decked out in his costume for the festival. It was a simple, sleek number comprised of blacks and greys. Now he looked down at his own outfit, a flowing conglomeration of pinks and reds. "Did the spirit of love actually wear these...colors?"
"Probably not, but it's all about the visuals, Terra. We're reading to kids after all."
He fingered the hairband that had two little coiled springs glued to the top, and on top of those two sparkly hearts that shed glitter all over his face and shoulders. "Are these necessary?"
Aqua tweaked one, making it wiggle back and forth and merrily coat Terra in more glitter. "I think you look cute."
Title: Sunlight
Characters: Aerith,Yuffie, mentions of Cid and Leon
Word Count: 290
The sun never really rises in Traverse Town. It teeters at the edge of the horizon for a few hours, casting weak light to be filtered between trees and buildings, and then it disappears.
"I am so through with all this vampire crap." Yuffie finds, or makes, nobody is honestly sure, a surplus of candles. Aerith comes home from shopping to see every available surface covered in various sized pillars of wax.
And she means every surface. There are candles the size of her hand all along the counter, little tea lights poking out from open cabinet doors and resting on top of clean dishes, giant three wicked monstrosities lining the walls in the living room, shaped (and scented, if she's not mistaken) candles across the top of book cases, floating in the kitchen sink, the bath tub and yes, even the tank of the toilet.
"Yuffie, did the electricity go out?" Aerith asks carefully, edging her way to the fridge to put up the fruit.
"Nope, but I am sick and tired of all this artificial light. A light bulb does nothing for me, Ponytail. Sure it lets me see the room and stops me from tripping over the couch, which was only one time so stop snickering Cid, but it's not warm it's not real, Ponytail."
Aerith looks around the room again, taking in her friends. Cid is sitting in his recliner, a cup of tea at hand and flipping lazily through a newspaper. Squall is on the couch, polishing his gunblade, and Yuffie is spread haphazardly across the floor, around her a halo of candles set on saucers to catch the dripping wax.
It is warm, and yes a little inviting. Aerith smiles and joins her friends.
Title: In Your Arms
Characters: Aqua/Cinderella
Word Count 312
Aqua finds the newly crowned princess in a familiar place: tucked away in a high tower, staring hopelessly out a window. It's kind of amazing, really, how little has changed.
"Just one prison for another, I suppose." Says Cinderella. Aqua has managed to peel her away from the window, promising the guards that she would protect the princess on a walk through the gardens.
"Do you regret marrying the prince?" Aqua twines her hand into Cinderella's, reveling at the feel of similarly calloused hands. One by keyblade and fighting and magic, the other by brooms and cleaning and servitude. Secretly, she's kind of glad Cinderella doesn't have soft little hands like the other princesses she's met, it makes her more approachable somehow.
"I don't know, honestly. I don't get to see him enough to decide if this was a mistake." Cinderella laughs, a sad attempt to play everything off as a joke. "I can't complain, truly. Most girls dream of where I am, and it's better than it was, you know?" She spins suddenly, pulling Aqua along. "I feel like dancing, the castle is so boring." She sways a little, "dance with me, Aqua."
Aqua rests a hand against the swell of Cinderella's hip, her other hand poised in the air, the proper way to dance, if she can remember any of their lessons (because Terra always had two left feet so it was up to Aqua to lead).
Cinderella laughs at her, a breathy little helpless kind of sound, and twines her hands around Aqua's neck, "no, like this". She places both of Aqua's hands against her waist, the two of them pressed breast to breast, and Cinderella lays her head against Aqua's shoulder and begins to hum; a low, sweet little melody that makes Aqua want to keep this moment folded carefully into her heart for the rest of her days.
Title: From the Heart
Characters: Rapunzel/Flynn (MOVIE SPOILERS)
Word Count: 621, obviously I love them too much.
Here's one of those quirky little Rapunzel things that Eugene has still not quite gotten used to - besides the fact that she prefers him as Eugene, no amount of time is ever going to really get him to adjust to that- she's a princess who cannot be wooed with jewels and expensive gifts.
Not that he'd try, but he remembers her first birthday in the palace; when dignitaries from all over unloaded so much swag that Rapunzel couldn't even sleep in her room for a week. She ended up donating most all of the trinkets and baubles to the city surrounding the castle.
Still, it's a thought that continues to baffle and elude him. She appreciates practical gifts; a new pair of walking shoes, or paint brushes, or a frying pan even though she has been banned from the kitchen approximately thirty seven times by the castle cook. But what she loves...well that's a little harder to come by.
Eugene is running late, which is a terrible thing for the guy who is supposed to be meeting the love of his life for a special evening together. He might employ a few thief techniques; scale some walls, walk across some roofs, to get there in a relatively decent time. He checks on the present, safely guarded inside his satchel, and sees it's still in perfect condition (except for one corner, but it's been like that, so hey).
Rapunzel is already waiting for him, a blanket spread out in front of her while she pulls a ridiculous amount of food from a wicker basket at her side. She sees him and her entire face seems to light up.
"Do you want to do presents now, or after we eat?" She bites at her lip and squirms a bit in her seat, obviously excited.
Eugene smiles, it's a dopey smile that only Rapunzel could love and that's fine with him, "now?"
She squeals, dives into the basket and withdraws a prettily wrapped...something. "We exchange them at the same time, okay? So we'll both be happy shocked together, that makes it better."
He laughs and agrees to her demands, passing off his gift to her and accepting hers to him. It's rectangular and not too entirely heavy.
"On three," Rapunzel counts down quickly, twisting her finger against the wrapping in that cheat kind of way that makes most of it fall off without tearing it into tiny shreds.
Eugene has to struggle a bit, he's never been good at opening things, but Rapunzel's squeak of happiness has just died out as he makes one of his own. The Adventures of Flynnigan Rider stares back at him, all the same words he remembers reading over and over again as a child.
It's not a manufactured copy though, the letters are all hand written and the pictures...the pictures are different. Drawn in a familiar style that he would recognize anywhere (heck, it's all over his bedroom wall, the castle, the city), the devilishly handsome Flynnigan Rider bears a striking resemblance to one Eugene Fitzherbert this time around.
He looks up in time to see Rapunzel flipping through her own present, The Adventures of Rapunzel and Eugene Fitzherbert and his own messy drawings stare back at him.
"I'm sorry," he says, "I can't draw as well as you can. This...this is beautiful, Rapunzel and-" he's cut off when she throws herself at him, locking arms around his neck in one of her exuberant hugs.
"You must have spent so much time on this, Eugene." She kisses him quick at the corner of his mouth, "it's perfect, Thank you."
He's smiling at her again, the dopey just for Rapunzel smile. "Hey, wanna start working on the sequel?"
Title: Set Fire to the Garden
Characters: Implied Marluxia/Axel, implied Axel/Roxas
word count: 247
Marluxia smells like flowers, freesia and cherry blossom but mostly roses on the edge of decay. He smells like death, that is what Axel thinks when he's shoved against the wall by Number Eleven. Marluxia has no concept of personal space, presses his body fully against Axel's, slides until his legs rest between Axel's thighs. No concept of personal space at all.
Axel plays along, to an extent. He offers a sharp smile, flashing teeth, and slips his arms around Marluxia's waist on the pretense of steadying the other man.
"Well then, Number Eight," Marluxia practically purrs, "have you given my...proposal any more thought?"
Axel leans closer, his lips ghosting against Marluxia's; the smell of rotten flowers is worse here, and says, “Not for all the hearts in all the worlds.”
He ducks under Marluxia’s arms, the Assassin too stunned at the refusal to stop him.
Roxas is already at the clock tower when Axel arrives, a bar of half-eaten ice cream in hand. Axel tries to shake off the earlier meeting with Marluxia, he pastes on his best Cheshire Cat grin and takes his place next to Roxas, sitting a little closer than he did yesterday.
“You’re here early,” Axel leans over to take the offered ice cream Roxas holds out to him. “Ah, I knew I kept you around for a reason.” He’s close enough to brush his nose against the dip of Roxas’s neck; he smells sunlight and morning breezes and ocean. Axel smiles.
Title: In the Margins
Characters: Draco, Hermione
Word Count: 431
Hermione retreats to the library to study, to relax, to escape. Books do not judge, books do not care if she is muggle-born or half leprechaun or a one-eyed-one-horned-purple-people eater. Books will not sneer at her and call her names. It's more than just the desire to catch up on her homework and make sure her essay: The Dangers of Mugwort in Potions is perfect, which it is by the way. Here in the library, in the twilit hours of evening, when others are romping across the gardens or bemoaning their assignments in the common room, here it is just Hermione and her books and ink and quill.
It comes as somewhat of a surprise to her when Draco Malfoy turns the corner, focused on a book in his hands, and almost runs into the corner of her table. It comes as more of a surprise when he doesn't spit something hateful under his breath; regards her with wide eyes instead (and she sees his face looks drawn, dark circles under his eyes, it seems like he's developed something of a nervous twitch and is this really Draco Malfoy?) and says something like "I didn't know anyone else was here." But she can't be entirely sure, he says it quickly and mostly to himself.
It's been a long day, Hermione had spent most of her lunch period trying to undo the sticking spell cast on the half chewed Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans that had been stuck to her hair, she didn't really have the energy to play Capulets and Montagues with the Slytherin favorite. She offers him a tired smile, a little shrug of her shoulders. "Just me, I'm afraid." Malfoy looks at the table unsure, he takes a hesitant step towards a chair farther down the table but pauses, caught in mid step. "It's alright," Hermione says, "It really is just me, and I'm only studying. This is really the best table if you'll be reading for a while, it's closest to the lamps and you get a nice breeze from the window without having to hear everyone on the grounds." Hermione bites her lip, realizes she's been babbling, and goes back to double (quadruple) checking her facts.
Malfoy doesn't say anything, not that she was expecting him to, but she hears the distinctive scrape of a chair just off to her left. He's sat closer than she had been expecting, she can see the edge of his robe in her peripheral and silence envelopes them, feeling a little warmer and a little more comfortable than it had earlier.
Title: Should Have Come With a Warning Label
Characters: Riku/Roxas/implied Sora
Word Count: 221
Roxas is to Sora like Gremlins are to Gizmo. Technically, they come from the same place but Roxas is mean more often than not for no conceivable reason other than he can be. Also, and Riku learned this the hard way, Roxas bites. Hard
"What the hell did I do to deserve that?" Riku dabbed a finger against his lip, checking for blood.
"Your tongue was in my mouth." Roxas growled and Riku had one wild (slightly suicidal) moment in which he wondered what would happen if he bobbed Roxas and the nose and told him he was a bad puppy.
He decided not to try.
"Technically my tongue was in Sora's mouth."
"And then it wasn't." Roxas made a face, something that should probably be fierce and strike fear into Riku's heart, but instead put him in mind of a drowned kitten.
So Riku did the logical thing, pulled Roxas flush against him and proceeded to shove his tongue back into the mouth that started the entire problem.
Roxas, too stunned to react, just kind of stood there and took it. When the invasion was done, Riku leaned back and smacked his lips loudly, Roxas squeaked at him, "What the hell was that for?"
Riku grinned, "Now my tongue was in your mouth and the bite has been earned. Thanks."
Title: Costumes
Characters Terra
Word Count: 212
Terra held his arms out and made sure to hold very, very still. It continued to amaze him how Aqua could do complicated spellwork and yet you hand her a needle and thread, someone would get unintentionally hurt.
"Why am I doing this again?" he whispered, slightly afraid to raise his voice in case he startle her and something else get jabbed.
She blinked up at him with a smile that could only be described as devious. "Because, Terra. I read the story and you and Master Eraqus act it out behind me."
Terra looked over at the master, already decked out in his costume for the festival. It was a simple, sleek number comprised of blacks and greys. Now he looked down at his own outfit, a flowing conglomeration of pinks and reds. "Did the spirit of love actually wear these...colors?"
"Probably not, but it's all about the visuals, Terra. We're reading to kids after all."
He fingered the hairband that had two little coiled springs glued to the top, and on top of those two sparkly hearts that shed glitter all over his face and shoulders. "Are these necessary?"
Aqua tweaked one, making it wiggle back and forth and merrily coat Terra in more glitter. "I think you look cute."
Title: Sunlight
Characters: Aerith,Yuffie, mentions of Cid and Leon
Word Count: 290
The sun never really rises in Traverse Town. It teeters at the edge of the horizon for a few hours, casting weak light to be filtered between trees and buildings, and then it disappears.
"I am so through with all this vampire crap." Yuffie finds, or makes, nobody is honestly sure, a surplus of candles. Aerith comes home from shopping to see every available surface covered in various sized pillars of wax.
And she means every surface. There are candles the size of her hand all along the counter, little tea lights poking out from open cabinet doors and resting on top of clean dishes, giant three wicked monstrosities lining the walls in the living room, shaped (and scented, if she's not mistaken) candles across the top of book cases, floating in the kitchen sink, the bath tub and yes, even the tank of the toilet.
"Yuffie, did the electricity go out?" Aerith asks carefully, edging her way to the fridge to put up the fruit.
"Nope, but I am sick and tired of all this artificial light. A light bulb does nothing for me, Ponytail. Sure it lets me see the room and stops me from tripping over the couch, which was only one time so stop snickering Cid, but it's not warm it's not real, Ponytail."
Aerith looks around the room again, taking in her friends. Cid is sitting in his recliner, a cup of tea at hand and flipping lazily through a newspaper. Squall is on the couch, polishing his gunblade, and Yuffie is spread haphazardly across the floor, around her a halo of candles set on saucers to catch the dripping wax.
It is warm, and yes a little inviting. Aerith smiles and joins her friends.
Title: In Your Arms
Characters: Aqua/Cinderella
Word Count 312
Aqua finds the newly crowned princess in a familiar place: tucked away in a high tower, staring hopelessly out a window. It's kind of amazing, really, how little has changed.
"Just one prison for another, I suppose." Says Cinderella. Aqua has managed to peel her away from the window, promising the guards that she would protect the princess on a walk through the gardens.
"Do you regret marrying the prince?" Aqua twines her hand into Cinderella's, reveling at the feel of similarly calloused hands. One by keyblade and fighting and magic, the other by brooms and cleaning and servitude. Secretly, she's kind of glad Cinderella doesn't have soft little hands like the other princesses she's met, it makes her more approachable somehow.
"I don't know, honestly. I don't get to see him enough to decide if this was a mistake." Cinderella laughs, a sad attempt to play everything off as a joke. "I can't complain, truly. Most girls dream of where I am, and it's better than it was, you know?" She spins suddenly, pulling Aqua along. "I feel like dancing, the castle is so boring." She sways a little, "dance with me, Aqua."
Aqua rests a hand against the swell of Cinderella's hip, her other hand poised in the air, the proper way to dance, if she can remember any of their lessons (because Terra always had two left feet so it was up to Aqua to lead).
Cinderella laughs at her, a breathy little helpless kind of sound, and twines her hands around Aqua's neck, "no, like this". She places both of Aqua's hands against her waist, the two of them pressed breast to breast, and Cinderella lays her head against Aqua's shoulder and begins to hum; a low, sweet little melody that makes Aqua want to keep this moment folded carefully into her heart for the rest of her days.
Title: From the Heart
Characters: Rapunzel/Flynn (MOVIE SPOILERS)
Word Count: 621, obviously I love them too much.
Here's one of those quirky little Rapunzel things that Eugene has still not quite gotten used to - besides the fact that she prefers him as Eugene, no amount of time is ever going to really get him to adjust to that- she's a princess who cannot be wooed with jewels and expensive gifts.
Not that he'd try, but he remembers her first birthday in the palace; when dignitaries from all over unloaded so much swag that Rapunzel couldn't even sleep in her room for a week. She ended up donating most all of the trinkets and baubles to the city surrounding the castle.
Still, it's a thought that continues to baffle and elude him. She appreciates practical gifts; a new pair of walking shoes, or paint brushes, or a frying pan even though she has been banned from the kitchen approximately thirty seven times by the castle cook. But what she loves...well that's a little harder to come by.
Eugene is running late, which is a terrible thing for the guy who is supposed to be meeting the love of his life for a special evening together. He might employ a few thief techniques; scale some walls, walk across some roofs, to get there in a relatively decent time. He checks on the present, safely guarded inside his satchel, and sees it's still in perfect condition (except for one corner, but it's been like that, so hey).
Rapunzel is already waiting for him, a blanket spread out in front of her while she pulls a ridiculous amount of food from a wicker basket at her side. She sees him and her entire face seems to light up.
"Do you want to do presents now, or after we eat?" She bites at her lip and squirms a bit in her seat, obviously excited.
Eugene smiles, it's a dopey smile that only Rapunzel could love and that's fine with him, "now?"
She squeals, dives into the basket and withdraws a prettily wrapped...something. "We exchange them at the same time, okay? So we'll both be happy shocked together, that makes it better."
He laughs and agrees to her demands, passing off his gift to her and accepting hers to him. It's rectangular and not too entirely heavy.
"On three," Rapunzel counts down quickly, twisting her finger against the wrapping in that cheat kind of way that makes most of it fall off without tearing it into tiny shreds.
Eugene has to struggle a bit, he's never been good at opening things, but Rapunzel's squeak of happiness has just died out as he makes one of his own. The Adventures of Flynnigan Rider stares back at him, all the same words he remembers reading over and over again as a child.
It's not a manufactured copy though, the letters are all hand written and the pictures...the pictures are different. Drawn in a familiar style that he would recognize anywhere (heck, it's all over his bedroom wall, the castle, the city), the devilishly handsome Flynnigan Rider bears a striking resemblance to one Eugene Fitzherbert this time around.
He looks up in time to see Rapunzel flipping through her own present, The Adventures of Rapunzel and Eugene Fitzherbert and his own messy drawings stare back at him.
"I'm sorry," he says, "I can't draw as well as you can. This...this is beautiful, Rapunzel and-" he's cut off when she throws herself at him, locking arms around his neck in one of her exuberant hugs.
"You must have spent so much time on this, Eugene." She kisses him quick at the corner of his mouth, "it's perfect, Thank you."
He's smiling at her again, the dopey just for Rapunzel smile. "Hey, wanna start working on the sequel?"
Title: Set Fire to the Garden
Characters: Implied Marluxia/Axel, implied Axel/Roxas
word count: 247
Marluxia smells like flowers, freesia and cherry blossom but mostly roses on the edge of decay. He smells like death, that is what Axel thinks when he's shoved against the wall by Number Eleven. Marluxia has no concept of personal space, presses his body fully against Axel's, slides until his legs rest between Axel's thighs. No concept of personal space at all.
Axel plays along, to an extent. He offers a sharp smile, flashing teeth, and slips his arms around Marluxia's waist on the pretense of steadying the other man.
"Well then, Number Eight," Marluxia practically purrs, "have you given my...proposal any more thought?"
Axel leans closer, his lips ghosting against Marluxia's; the smell of rotten flowers is worse here, and says, “Not for all the hearts in all the worlds.”
He ducks under Marluxia’s arms, the Assassin too stunned at the refusal to stop him.
Roxas is already at the clock tower when Axel arrives, a bar of half-eaten ice cream in hand. Axel tries to shake off the earlier meeting with Marluxia, he pastes on his best Cheshire Cat grin and takes his place next to Roxas, sitting a little closer than he did yesterday.
“You’re here early,” Axel leans over to take the offered ice cream Roxas holds out to him. “Ah, I knew I kept you around for a reason.” He’s close enough to brush his nose against the dip of Roxas’s neck; he smells sunlight and morning breezes and ocean. Axel smiles.
Title: In the Margins
Characters: Draco, Hermione
Word Count: 431
Hermione retreats to the library to study, to relax, to escape. Books do not judge, books do not care if she is muggle-born or half leprechaun or a one-eyed-one-horned-purple-people eater. Books will not sneer at her and call her names. It's more than just the desire to catch up on her homework and make sure her essay: The Dangers of Mugwort in Potions is perfect, which it is by the way. Here in the library, in the twilit hours of evening, when others are romping across the gardens or bemoaning their assignments in the common room, here it is just Hermione and her books and ink and quill.
It comes as somewhat of a surprise to her when Draco Malfoy turns the corner, focused on a book in his hands, and almost runs into the corner of her table. It comes as more of a surprise when he doesn't spit something hateful under his breath; regards her with wide eyes instead (and she sees his face looks drawn, dark circles under his eyes, it seems like he's developed something of a nervous twitch and is this really Draco Malfoy?) and says something like "I didn't know anyone else was here." But she can't be entirely sure, he says it quickly and mostly to himself.
It's been a long day, Hermione had spent most of her lunch period trying to undo the sticking spell cast on the half chewed Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans that had been stuck to her hair, she didn't really have the energy to play Capulets and Montagues with the Slytherin favorite. She offers him a tired smile, a little shrug of her shoulders. "Just me, I'm afraid." Malfoy looks at the table unsure, he takes a hesitant step towards a chair farther down the table but pauses, caught in mid step. "It's alright," Hermione says, "It really is just me, and I'm only studying. This is really the best table if you'll be reading for a while, it's closest to the lamps and you get a nice breeze from the window without having to hear everyone on the grounds." Hermione bites her lip, realizes she's been babbling, and goes back to double (quadruple) checking her facts.
Malfoy doesn't say anything, not that she was expecting him to, but she hears the distinctive scrape of a chair just off to her left. He's sat closer than she had been expecting, she can see the edge of his robe in her peripheral and silence envelopes them, feeling a little warmer and a little more comfortable than it had earlier.