Gay Marriage Drabbles [Yoruichi/Soi Fong; PG],[Saeki/Ashiwara; PG],[Yuuri/Wolfram,Murata/Shouri; PG]
Title: Cherry Blossoms and Fallen Leaves
Author: chaineddove
Fandom: Bleach
Rating: PG
Genre: Fluff
Characters/Pairing: Yoruichi/Soi Fong, Urahara
Wordcount: 262
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. I just play.
Author’s Notes: Yoruichi decides to run with it. Because the Prop 8 decision is due tomorrow morning and I want to stay positive. Requested by wintaerland.
***
Soi Fong is old fashioned and Yoruichi is a free spirit; neither of them is really sure how they’ve gotten here. Something about a kimono painted with cherry blossoms which looks far too good to be allowed with Soi Fong’s dark hair, something about a dare and Urahara, something about Unohana and Yachiru, both of whom have apparently decided that marrying everyone off is an excellent way to boost morale, something about the end of the darkest times anyone has ever seen and the need to do something, anything life-affirming.
It starts as one of Yachiru’s games, and by the time there is a three-page guest list and a four-tiered cake with silly ninja toppers and Omaeda is knitting favors, there isn’t much to do but go through with it. “Think of it as an adventure,” Urahara says with a wide grin, and it’s obvious that he’s enjoying this, the bastard.
“I could still run away,” Yoruichi grouses to him, straightening the sleeve of her kimono, admiring the muted reds and golds despite her irritation. Cherry blossoms and fallen leaves - what a pair they’ll make.
“You’ve done it before,” Urahara says agreeably.
“I won’t, just to get that smug look off your face,” Yoruichi tells him. “I’d remove it myself, but-”
“-The kimono is expensive,” he finishes for her. “It’s all right to be happy, you know.”
“We’ll see,” she says, but despite the venom she has tried to inject into her voice, she’s feeling rather hopeful, all things considered. “We’ll see,” she repeats again, softly this time. She supposes they will.
***
Title: Slowly but Surely
Author: chaineddove
Fandom: Hikaru no Go
Rating: PG
Genre: Fluff
Pairing: Saeki/Ashiwara
Wordcount: 392
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. I just play.
Author’s Notes: Saeki and Ashiwara get there gradually. Because the Prop 8 decision is due tomorrow morning and I want to stay positive. Requested by doumeki.
***
The reason Kouji doesn’t bolt at first is because he figures it can’t possibly go anywhere. He likes the homemade breakfasts and the late-night games and, okay, he likes the kisses and the other things, too, and he’s grown quite partial just to sleeping with someone when he’s wiped out and ready to drop.
By the time they’re found out, there has already been a huge to-do about Shindou and Touya and their rivalry-turned-romance, so the two of them sort of slip under the radar. It isn’t any kind of big deal, so Kouji doesn’t bolt then, either. No one treats them with any marked difference and they go along as they have been. Ashiwara-san makes him breakfast and slowly and irreversibly becomes Hiroyuki-san, and then just Hiroyuki.
When he turns thirty and the birthday card comes from Hiroyuki’s parents - along with a very nice watch inscribed to ‘our dear son-in-law,’ it only gives him pause for a few moments before he puts it on.
“It’s nice,” Hiroyuki compliments him, pouring himself a second cup of tea.
“Your parents think we’re married,” Kouji says, holding out his own cup for a refill.
“Guess so,” Hiroyuki replies with a shrug. “Is it a problem?”
“Not really,” Kouji tells him.
They sit quietly for a few moments, sipping tea. Kouji wonders if they should just go through the ridiculous adoption process, although it’s a little creepy to contemplate Hiroyuki as his parent - even on paper. And besides, if there were two Ashiwara 8-dans, how would people tell them apart?
“There’s always America,” Hiroyuki says in the nonchalant way that means he’s been thinking about this subject for a long time even if he is only now inserting it into conversation.
Kouji thinks about it for a moment and shrugs. “If there’s a lull in our game schedule.”
Hiroyuki beams at him and Kouji knows he’s given the right answer. “We’re busy this summer, but we don’t have any league matches starting September,” Hiroyuki tells him.
It’s clear that he’s already planned this - has possibly even bought the tickets and reserved some tiny bed and breakfast with astounding food in lieu of a birthday present - so Kouji laughs and doesn’t argue. What’s the point? It is what it is, after all, and if Hiroyuki wants to make it semi-official, why not? “Happy birthday to me.”
***
Title: Hindsight is Always 20/20
Author: chaineddove
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Rating: PG
Genre: Humor
Characters/Pairing: Yuuri/Wolfram, implied Murata/Shouri, Konrad, Cheri
Wordcount: 425
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. I just play.
Author’s Notes: Yuuri gets ready for his wedding and realizes too late that they really should have eloped. Because the Prop 8 decision is due tomorrow morning and I want to stay positive. Requested by viridian_magpie.
***
“We should have eloped,” said Yuuri for what was probably the tenth time that morning. “We really should have. I hear Bandarbia is nice this time of year.”
“I wouldn’t want to be around once Mama-san and Cheri-sama caught up to you,” Murata told him cheerfully, patting his shoulder. “At least, not unless I could bring a video camera along.”
“You’re a sadist,” Yuuri complained.
“For lack of a more intelligent response, duh,” Shouri said from an armchair in the corner of the suite.
“Careful, Shibuya’s Older Brother,” Murata said airily. “You’re next. And I’m not nice enough to agree to the dress without a fight - or at least a bribe.”
“I guess Wolfram’s not so bad, considering,” Yuuri said with a shudder. Shouri turned an interesting shade of puce.
“I thought the dress looked very nice on both of you,” Konrad remarked placidly, entering the room with Yuuri’s sash, which was festooned with so many medals that Yuuri made a sort of ‘oof’ when it was hung over his shoulder.
“I didn’t earn most of these!” he complained, but Murata batted his hand away when he reached to remove the most ostentatious of them.
“You’re King,” he said simply.
“Deal with it,” suggested Shouri.
“I want this to be over,” Yuuri moaned.
“So impatient,” scolded Murata in his best I’m-several-thousand-years-old-you-know voice. “It’s taken you nearly ten years to get your act together, so I’m sure you can wait a few hours.” He gave Yuuri a wicked grin. “Don’t worry, it will be the wedding night soon enough.”
“Did I hear someone mention the wedding night?” Cheri waltzed into the room, followed by Sangria and Doria, both of whom were lugging humongous crates of… something.
“No, not really-” Yuuri began, paling slightly.
“Not to worry!” Cheri said, posing dramatically. “I’ll help you with everything you could ever possibly wish to know. I’ve quite a bit of experience, you know.”
Yuuri became even paler. “Oh God. It’s really not-”
“I’ll leave you in Mother’s capable hands,” Konrad said and escaped, along with Shouri, the traitor.
Murata followed them at a more leisurely pace. He stopped at the door, examined the crates and grinned. “Oh, look, Shibuya - she brought props.”
“Anissina so wanted to help,” Cheri chirped.
Yuuri stumbled into a chair, feeling suddenly faint. “Are we sure it’s too late to elope?” he asked, his voice somewhere between desperate and hysterical.
“What, and miss the best day of your life?” demanded all three women in creepy unison.
Murata cackled and shut the door firmly behind him.
Author: chaineddove
Fandom: Bleach
Rating: PG
Genre: Fluff
Characters/Pairing: Yoruichi/Soi Fong, Urahara
Wordcount: 262
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. I just play.
Author’s Notes: Yoruichi decides to run with it. Because the Prop 8 decision is due tomorrow morning and I want to stay positive. Requested by wintaerland.
***
Soi Fong is old fashioned and Yoruichi is a free spirit; neither of them is really sure how they’ve gotten here. Something about a kimono painted with cherry blossoms which looks far too good to be allowed with Soi Fong’s dark hair, something about a dare and Urahara, something about Unohana and Yachiru, both of whom have apparently decided that marrying everyone off is an excellent way to boost morale, something about the end of the darkest times anyone has ever seen and the need to do something, anything life-affirming.
It starts as one of Yachiru’s games, and by the time there is a three-page guest list and a four-tiered cake with silly ninja toppers and Omaeda is knitting favors, there isn’t much to do but go through with it. “Think of it as an adventure,” Urahara says with a wide grin, and it’s obvious that he’s enjoying this, the bastard.
“I could still run away,” Yoruichi grouses to him, straightening the sleeve of her kimono, admiring the muted reds and golds despite her irritation. Cherry blossoms and fallen leaves - what a pair they’ll make.
“You’ve done it before,” Urahara says agreeably.
“I won’t, just to get that smug look off your face,” Yoruichi tells him. “I’d remove it myself, but-”
“-The kimono is expensive,” he finishes for her. “It’s all right to be happy, you know.”
“We’ll see,” she says, but despite the venom she has tried to inject into her voice, she’s feeling rather hopeful, all things considered. “We’ll see,” she repeats again, softly this time. She supposes they will.
***
Title: Slowly but Surely
Author: chaineddove
Fandom: Hikaru no Go
Rating: PG
Genre: Fluff
Pairing: Saeki/Ashiwara
Wordcount: 392
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. I just play.
Author’s Notes: Saeki and Ashiwara get there gradually. Because the Prop 8 decision is due tomorrow morning and I want to stay positive. Requested by doumeki.
***
The reason Kouji doesn’t bolt at first is because he figures it can’t possibly go anywhere. He likes the homemade breakfasts and the late-night games and, okay, he likes the kisses and the other things, too, and he’s grown quite partial just to sleeping with someone when he’s wiped out and ready to drop.
By the time they’re found out, there has already been a huge to-do about Shindou and Touya and their rivalry-turned-romance, so the two of them sort of slip under the radar. It isn’t any kind of big deal, so Kouji doesn’t bolt then, either. No one treats them with any marked difference and they go along as they have been. Ashiwara-san makes him breakfast and slowly and irreversibly becomes Hiroyuki-san, and then just Hiroyuki.
When he turns thirty and the birthday card comes from Hiroyuki’s parents - along with a very nice watch inscribed to ‘our dear son-in-law,’ it only gives him pause for a few moments before he puts it on.
“It’s nice,” Hiroyuki compliments him, pouring himself a second cup of tea.
“Your parents think we’re married,” Kouji says, holding out his own cup for a refill.
“Guess so,” Hiroyuki replies with a shrug. “Is it a problem?”
“Not really,” Kouji tells him.
They sit quietly for a few moments, sipping tea. Kouji wonders if they should just go through the ridiculous adoption process, although it’s a little creepy to contemplate Hiroyuki as his parent - even on paper. And besides, if there were two Ashiwara 8-dans, how would people tell them apart?
“There’s always America,” Hiroyuki says in the nonchalant way that means he’s been thinking about this subject for a long time even if he is only now inserting it into conversation.
Kouji thinks about it for a moment and shrugs. “If there’s a lull in our game schedule.”
Hiroyuki beams at him and Kouji knows he’s given the right answer. “We’re busy this summer, but we don’t have any league matches starting September,” Hiroyuki tells him.
It’s clear that he’s already planned this - has possibly even bought the tickets and reserved some tiny bed and breakfast with astounding food in lieu of a birthday present - so Kouji laughs and doesn’t argue. What’s the point? It is what it is, after all, and if Hiroyuki wants to make it semi-official, why not? “Happy birthday to me.”
***
Title: Hindsight is Always 20/20
Author: chaineddove
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Rating: PG
Genre: Humor
Characters/Pairing: Yuuri/Wolfram, implied Murata/Shouri, Konrad, Cheri
Wordcount: 425
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. I just play.
Author’s Notes: Yuuri gets ready for his wedding and realizes too late that they really should have eloped. Because the Prop 8 decision is due tomorrow morning and I want to stay positive. Requested by viridian_magpie.
***
“We should have eloped,” said Yuuri for what was probably the tenth time that morning. “We really should have. I hear Bandarbia is nice this time of year.”
“I wouldn’t want to be around once Mama-san and Cheri-sama caught up to you,” Murata told him cheerfully, patting his shoulder. “At least, not unless I could bring a video camera along.”
“You’re a sadist,” Yuuri complained.
“For lack of a more intelligent response, duh,” Shouri said from an armchair in the corner of the suite.
“Careful, Shibuya’s Older Brother,” Murata said airily. “You’re next. And I’m not nice enough to agree to the dress without a fight - or at least a bribe.”
“I guess Wolfram’s not so bad, considering,” Yuuri said with a shudder. Shouri turned an interesting shade of puce.
“I thought the dress looked very nice on both of you,” Konrad remarked placidly, entering the room with Yuuri’s sash, which was festooned with so many medals that Yuuri made a sort of ‘oof’ when it was hung over his shoulder.
“I didn’t earn most of these!” he complained, but Murata batted his hand away when he reached to remove the most ostentatious of them.
“You’re King,” he said simply.
“Deal with it,” suggested Shouri.
“I want this to be over,” Yuuri moaned.
“So impatient,” scolded Murata in his best I’m-several-thousand-years-old-you-know voice. “It’s taken you nearly ten years to get your act together, so I’m sure you can wait a few hours.” He gave Yuuri a wicked grin. “Don’t worry, it will be the wedding night soon enough.”
“Did I hear someone mention the wedding night?” Cheri waltzed into the room, followed by Sangria and Doria, both of whom were lugging humongous crates of… something.
“No, not really-” Yuuri began, paling slightly.
“Not to worry!” Cheri said, posing dramatically. “I’ll help you with everything you could ever possibly wish to know. I’ve quite a bit of experience, you know.”
Yuuri became even paler. “Oh God. It’s really not-”
“I’ll leave you in Mother’s capable hands,” Konrad said and escaped, along with Shouri, the traitor.
Murata followed them at a more leisurely pace. He stopped at the door, examined the crates and grinned. “Oh, look, Shibuya - she brought props.”
“Anissina so wanted to help,” Cheri chirped.
Yuuri stumbled into a chair, feeling suddenly faint. “Are we sure it’s too late to elope?” he asked, his voice somewhere between desperate and hysterical.
“What, and miss the best day of your life?” demanded all three women in creepy unison.
Murata cackled and shut the door firmly behind him.