More drabbbles for the coms
Title: Gift of Protection
Fandom: FF7/H.P. Lovecraft
Characters: Zack/Harem
Claim: DemonZack/Harem
Prompt: Algiz
Word Count: 330
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: self mutilation
Author's Notes: I’m an insane minion/sockpuppet/lemming
Summary: Protect your own
The two younger ones are too young to be proper harem-mates yet. Which is something of a problem because, well, while other demons may not care about these things Zack has always felt it’s a little wrong to take to bed people too young to fully appreciate it. And it’s not as much fun.
But they have to be marked as his. In order to be protected from poachers and potential rivals and simply because if a human is a part of a household they have to be marked as such.
Zack’s sure it made sense at some point.
Vincent and Seph both have the blood of lesser demons in their veins. They aren’t slaves as much as willing servants… who played the role of slave very well and didn’t mind being tied up… among other things…
And Aeris had been old enough to bear his mark when he got her; so really, he’d never had this sort of dilemma before. Because to be marked wasn’t a brand but more of a psychic scent that involved copious amounts of slime and some magic and a lot of moaning. In fact marking should be repeated often and with fervor to make sure it stuck…
But Zack’s scant morals (any being generally unheard of in his father’s race) wouldn’t let him do that to Tifa and Cloud until they were at least physically mature enough to know what arousal was.
So, in desperation, he took two small glass vials and a knife and had Vincent hold his other legs down while he cut a piece out of a writhing tentacle. It hurt. And bled. And if he didn’t like them so much he would really never do this ever again. But they were marked. Slime and tentacle and blood in a jar around the neck that they were forbidden to take off.
No one could touch them now, not without the full wrath of a very pissed Eldrich demon falling on them.
Title:
Author/Artist: Pegunicent
Fandom: Outlands
Pairing/Character: Seifer/Snow
Theme: Detour
Rating:
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters, but the plot is my own.
Seifer was the kind of guy to take his time and enjoy the scenery of a place, unless there’s somewhere he had to be. Said scenery usually included Snow. The brunette was easy on the eyes.
Taking his time in a blizzard however wasn’t really on Seifer’s to do list. The mountain passes were buried under winter snowfall and near impassable. To get to Water’s Head, the marking post for the West River Clan, they had to go north, and east, during the dead of winter.
Snow, despite his name, was not good in bad weather. He got sick easy, didn’t know how to dress, and was pretty confused the first time fat white flakes had fallen to catch in his hair. As the journey went on it became apparent that snow and Snow, did not get along.
Bringing them to the small mountain village where they were currently hiding out while the blizzard buried them in foot after foot of soft wet stuff. At this rate they’d be at least a week late for the mid-winter festivals.
Watching Snow huddle in front of the fireplace, bundled in every blanket he could lay hands on, feet stuck inches from the blaze, Seifer really didn’t mind. Life was full of detours. Like the one that got him saddled with a job that sent him over hill and dale with a man who’s namer had a really twisted sense of humor.
“Scoot over Princess and share the heat.”
Fandom: FF7/H.P. Lovecraft
Characters: Zack/Harem
Claim: DemonZack/Harem
Prompt: Algiz
Word Count: 330
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: self mutilation
Author's Notes: I’m an insane minion/sockpuppet/lemming
Summary: Protect your own
The two younger ones are too young to be proper harem-mates yet. Which is something of a problem because, well, while other demons may not care about these things Zack has always felt it’s a little wrong to take to bed people too young to fully appreciate it. And it’s not as much fun.
But they have to be marked as his. In order to be protected from poachers and potential rivals and simply because if a human is a part of a household they have to be marked as such.
Zack’s sure it made sense at some point.
Vincent and Seph both have the blood of lesser demons in their veins. They aren’t slaves as much as willing servants… who played the role of slave very well and didn’t mind being tied up… among other things…
And Aeris had been old enough to bear his mark when he got her; so really, he’d never had this sort of dilemma before. Because to be marked wasn’t a brand but more of a psychic scent that involved copious amounts of slime and some magic and a lot of moaning. In fact marking should be repeated often and with fervor to make sure it stuck…
But Zack’s scant morals (any being generally unheard of in his father’s race) wouldn’t let him do that to Tifa and Cloud until they were at least physically mature enough to know what arousal was.
So, in desperation, he took two small glass vials and a knife and had Vincent hold his other legs down while he cut a piece out of a writhing tentacle. It hurt. And bled. And if he didn’t like them so much he would really never do this ever again. But they were marked. Slime and tentacle and blood in a jar around the neck that they were forbidden to take off.
No one could touch them now, not without the full wrath of a very pissed Eldrich demon falling on them.
Title:
Author/Artist: Pegunicent
Fandom: Outlands
Pairing/Character: Seifer/Snow
Theme: Detour
Rating:
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters, but the plot is my own.
Seifer was the kind of guy to take his time and enjoy the scenery of a place, unless there’s somewhere he had to be. Said scenery usually included Snow. The brunette was easy on the eyes.
Taking his time in a blizzard however wasn’t really on Seifer’s to do list. The mountain passes were buried under winter snowfall and near impassable. To get to Water’s Head, the marking post for the West River Clan, they had to go north, and east, during the dead of winter.
Snow, despite his name, was not good in bad weather. He got sick easy, didn’t know how to dress, and was pretty confused the first time fat white flakes had fallen to catch in his hair. As the journey went on it became apparent that snow and Snow, did not get along.
Bringing them to the small mountain village where they were currently hiding out while the blizzard buried them in foot after foot of soft wet stuff. At this rate they’d be at least a week late for the mid-winter festivals.
Watching Snow huddle in front of the fireplace, bundled in every blanket he could lay hands on, feet stuck inches from the blaze, Seifer really didn’t mind. Life was full of detours. Like the one that got him saddled with a job that sent him over hill and dale with a man who’s namer had a really twisted sense of humor.
“Scoot over Princess and share the heat.”