old drabble requests
Put these up on plurk a while back, figured I'd share them here, too. Not all pairings. Fair warning: a lot of these are pretty creepy and a few are outright violent. The Adekan one is non-con but dude it's labeled Anri/Kojirou what else could it be
Amatsuki: Heihachi&Tsuyukusa
Heihachi aged much quicker than Tsuyukusa felt should be natural. He wondered, once, if his face shifted with time fast enough that Tsuyukusa might have been able to see it if he sat back and watched closely.
He didn't mind the aging--it was, in a way, in the way that Tsuyukusa would never admit, somehow endearing to see how the seasons and experience changed him outwardly just as he grew inwardly. It didn't slow Heihachi's stream of affection, and Tsuyukusa saw no reason for his own feelings to stall.
And then the aging stopped and the dying began. And then Tsuyukusa minded.
He brought Heihachi herbs and teas and fruits enough to keep the sickliest of human children as strong as an oak, but something had set in that medicine couldn't fix, and for the longest time, it angered him as much as it worried him. He searched as much as he could, went so far as to ask for help, even, and--there was no solution.
Tsuyukusa's surrender was as loud and unpleasant as he could manage for a short time, and then he simply quieted and resigned himself to Heihachi's bedside, serving him tea to regulate his body's functions as best they could be regulated. He spent a long time there, stalling.
"I love you," he said one night, soft and decisive, and Heihachi smiled at him and returned it, because that's the way Heihachi was. Sometimes he looked like he'd never get over his triumph in getting Tsuyukusa to express himself openly. Maybe he never did.
He fell asleep with that smile on his face, and Tsuyukusa pressed a kiss to his forehead, heedless of his rest because the tea was strong enough that nothing could have woken him for hours yet.
Then he opened Heihachi's yukata and clawed through his chest as carefully as he could manage, and Heihachi's heart was thick on his tongue.
-*-
Baroque/Fire Emblem: Path of Radiance, Dextera&Kieran
(Dextera's habit of picking things up off the ground does not carry over well when he finds himself in Tellius; where plucking up a stone circle that glowed with a soft, blue flame may have been a good idea back in the Neuro Tower, here, it was--)
Kieran had one arm cleaved off and one leg nearly shattered, but he still held Dextera back, still managed to keep conscious and keep either of them from getting to find someone to help or to hurt. If Dextera could think over the voice cooing in the back of his brain for death and pain and murder--the one that is, he's fairly sure, not his own, and the one that's somehow so much more convincing--he might have been impressed that Kieran apparently could withstand the sort of torture he'd always boasted about being able to withstand.
But one person isn't enough for the voice, and Kieran's eyes burn too bright and regretful, compared to the soothing licks of pale fire dancing out and away from their source in Dextera's palm, and the voice says Extinguish it.
So he lifts his sword, and Kieran lunges at the medallion to late.
-*-
Katekyo Hitman Reborn!, Shouichi&Byakuran
"Were we in love?" Shouichi nearly flinched at the question, his eyes going wide and startled and his tongue tripping over itself silently for a few seconds--though it was, admittedly, less from the question and more because he'd gotten caught up in those (just as violet, always as violet, but wider and so much less knowing now) eyes again.
"Why- why do you ask?" he managed, once he'd worked his voice back to a steadiness and coaxed it out of his throat. And Byakuran just tilted his head to mimic a one-shouldered shrug without shifting his balance on the hands keeping him propped up in the sand.
"You're always looking at me. The beach is really beautiful, too, you know, so it's not like there's nothing else to see, Shouichi-san." The humorous edge to his smile was as much a comfort as a torment, because Byakuran still teased, no matter what the age or level of power(lessness).
"It's polite," Shouichi huffed, instead of 'don't call me that,' and carefuly avoided mentioning that eye contact is not.
"Were we?"
"... Yes." Byakuran's eyes crinkled at the edges, looked curious, and sometimes Shouichi remembers that he's good at lying.
And sometimes, when this purer, saner Byakuran brushed a sand-speckled hand across his cheek and leaned closer with a face like an experimenting scientist, he remembers that it still leaves guilt when it pays off.
-*-
Fire Emblem: Path of Radiance/Suikoden II, Kieran&Nanami
There's a large house on the top of the hill there, see it? They say the man who lives there used to be a good knight, the kind brimming with virtue and spirit and love for his country. In fact, some say he had to be forced into retirement by the good queen herself after some kind of grave injury, and that he still acts the same as if he still was one. But that's not the really interesting part, see-- they say the woman he married is actually a creature like a beautiful war goddess, from a different world from our own entirely.
They say that she has a rod that burns from her thoughts alone, but never seems to be scathed, and that she poisons all she touches and feeds it to children without manners, maybe like you.
And him, although he's supposed to be human, he's conquered many monstrous beasts. What's more, they say if you show even a speck of cowardice to him, his voice is so powerful it'll burst your ears as he scolds you into shape.
But what's worse, they've had children. Loads of them! All with terrible might and mighty words and wordy speeches, and not a one who won't punish any misbehavior they find, because they've got their parents' strictness, you see. And that's why you don't hear warnings about them all across the town, because some people think, as long as they don't kill anyone, they're just doing favors to the people who have to deal with brats like you all, yeah? As long as they don't kill anyone. That leaves some options, you know.
-*-
Fire Emblem: Blazing Sword, Canas&his wife
Niime always wanted him to marry another shaman, but he's always wanted--needed--to learn past his boundaries. The woman who caught his eye gave the most spectacular show of anima magic he'd ever laid eyes on, and it's that which drew him to her; but when she glimpsed his own power, her eyes shone with the determined curiosity Canas himself knew so well. That was when he realized to himself that he discovered love, and he needed carefully document every feeling and moment from then.
Although the method was imperfect, it was easy for her to share the spirits of her magic with him; she couldn't duplicate her voice many times over and speak all at once with different words, but she could pick out the most coherent voices and piece together meaning. She'd wrap her arms around his shoulders and lean her forehead against the nape of his neck and whisper those meanings to him, until her weakness to their influence broke through each time and they would have to stop to pry her fingers from his throat.
Sharing the Void of elder magic was a much more difficult venture, as its voice gave only silence to repeat, but Canas understood her as she understood him, and he needed no persuasion to search for ways. Eventually, they found that if he set his spellbooks aside, the power he channeled was all at once much weaker and much purer, and so he would cradle her face in his hands and settle his fingertips at her temples and cast. The spirits fear the Void, she told him, but they will not let it take me, all the same. And because he believed her, he watched her eyes go as blank as the Void she watched, several times over, always with an end.
The books they read and the books they wrote overflowed from their library into the furthest reaches of their house. They conceived a child surrounded by magic and paper, raised him on ink and her half-there voices, and though Niime always wished her grandson to be a shaman, she could find no grudge against her son and his wife.
And they lived, and they loved, and they learned.
-*-
Adekan, Anri&Kojirou
There's an arm encircling his stomach and a mouth at his shoulder. Kojirou would have fought them off ages ago, if not for the gun pressed to his head. (If not for the fact that the man with it would use it.) "Relax," Anri breathed against his neck, tracing the line of a hipbone, and then laughed when Kojirou very decidedly did not. "Well, if you want it to be that painful." And his legs were swept from under him and his face slammed into the ground--
-*-
Amatsuki/Nurarihyon no Mago, Tsuyukusa&Shouei
He smelled vaguely of flowers, and he was tall enough that bowing at the proper angle didn't so much as get him to eye level, but he conducted himself with respect for others and didn't give a second thought to the humans around Tsuyukusa, and Tsuyukusa figured he could have landed a worse sudden, self-employed guard around.
Shouei's build made it easy to forget he was still young, in particular when he wasn't talking, but his lingering attachment to his father's memory did not--thus, ironically, it was when he brandished his unwieldy strength and sword that the lost child in him became most apparent. It made Tsuyukusa want little more than to take his power-infused mask and chuck it too far to be retrieved, but that would surely cause unnecessary grievances, so he compromised by simply taking it.
"Get stronger fighting without it," he ordered before Shouei could get a hurt, incredulous word in edgewise. "You've enough power, anyway."
Shouei lowered his head, and kept it down for a long enough time to make Tsuyukusa thankful he didn't chuck it after all.
-*-
Nurarihyon no Mago, Tsurara&Rikuo
"Danna," Tsurara called, treasuring the syllables as they crossed her tongue. (No matter how she repeated the title, she could never tire of it-- of how it set her apart from the chorus of waka so everyone could hear and understand--) "Danna," she repeated, "I've finished making dinner! Here, I'll bring it to you."
She couldn't quite keep a little hop out of her step as she carried the tray between rooms, but nothing tipped dangerously and never did her step snag the hem of her kimono, as though marriage had somehow given her more grace. It didn't take long for her to reach her destination, and she began to speak again as she placed the meal in front of Rikuo and reached out to touch his cheek.
"May I feed you again?" she asked, and beamed at the small tilt of his head. She turned away, a little overwhelmed and embarrassed, before he could smile back at her, and retrieved the chopsticks. She clicked them together on a piece of lovingly crafted nigiri and brought them to her husband's mouth, red-faced at the intimate act but undeniably happy all the same-- until she let go just a little too early.
A mortified noise escaped her as it fell apart in his lap, the slab of fish stark against his white funeral robes, and dove to recover the bits of rice before they could freeze to the cloth. She stuttered out apologies, flushed harder than ever from the embarrassment, and imagined his sheepish laughter as she picked the food off of him.
Amatsuki: Heihachi&Tsuyukusa
Heihachi aged much quicker than Tsuyukusa felt should be natural. He wondered, once, if his face shifted with time fast enough that Tsuyukusa might have been able to see it if he sat back and watched closely.
He didn't mind the aging--it was, in a way, in the way that Tsuyukusa would never admit, somehow endearing to see how the seasons and experience changed him outwardly just as he grew inwardly. It didn't slow Heihachi's stream of affection, and Tsuyukusa saw no reason for his own feelings to stall.
And then the aging stopped and the dying began. And then Tsuyukusa minded.
He brought Heihachi herbs and teas and fruits enough to keep the sickliest of human children as strong as an oak, but something had set in that medicine couldn't fix, and for the longest time, it angered him as much as it worried him. He searched as much as he could, went so far as to ask for help, even, and--there was no solution.
Tsuyukusa's surrender was as loud and unpleasant as he could manage for a short time, and then he simply quieted and resigned himself to Heihachi's bedside, serving him tea to regulate his body's functions as best they could be regulated. He spent a long time there, stalling.
"I love you," he said one night, soft and decisive, and Heihachi smiled at him and returned it, because that's the way Heihachi was. Sometimes he looked like he'd never get over his triumph in getting Tsuyukusa to express himself openly. Maybe he never did.
He fell asleep with that smile on his face, and Tsuyukusa pressed a kiss to his forehead, heedless of his rest because the tea was strong enough that nothing could have woken him for hours yet.
Then he opened Heihachi's yukata and clawed through his chest as carefully as he could manage, and Heihachi's heart was thick on his tongue.
-*-
Baroque/Fire Emblem: Path of Radiance, Dextera&Kieran
(Dextera's habit of picking things up off the ground does not carry over well when he finds himself in Tellius; where plucking up a stone circle that glowed with a soft, blue flame may have been a good idea back in the Neuro Tower, here, it was--)
Kieran had one arm cleaved off and one leg nearly shattered, but he still held Dextera back, still managed to keep conscious and keep either of them from getting to find someone to help or to hurt. If Dextera could think over the voice cooing in the back of his brain for death and pain and murder--the one that is, he's fairly sure, not his own, and the one that's somehow so much more convincing--he might have been impressed that Kieran apparently could withstand the sort of torture he'd always boasted about being able to withstand.
But one person isn't enough for the voice, and Kieran's eyes burn too bright and regretful, compared to the soothing licks of pale fire dancing out and away from their source in Dextera's palm, and the voice says Extinguish it.
So he lifts his sword, and Kieran lunges at the medallion to late.
-*-
Katekyo Hitman Reborn!, Shouichi&Byakuran
"Were we in love?" Shouichi nearly flinched at the question, his eyes going wide and startled and his tongue tripping over itself silently for a few seconds--though it was, admittedly, less from the question and more because he'd gotten caught up in those (just as violet, always as violet, but wider and so much less knowing now) eyes again.
"Why- why do you ask?" he managed, once he'd worked his voice back to a steadiness and coaxed it out of his throat. And Byakuran just tilted his head to mimic a one-shouldered shrug without shifting his balance on the hands keeping him propped up in the sand.
"You're always looking at me. The beach is really beautiful, too, you know, so it's not like there's nothing else to see, Shouichi-san." The humorous edge to his smile was as much a comfort as a torment, because Byakuran still teased, no matter what the age or level of power(lessness).
"It's polite," Shouichi huffed, instead of 'don't call me that,' and carefuly avoided mentioning that eye contact is not.
"Were we?"
"... Yes." Byakuran's eyes crinkled at the edges, looked curious, and sometimes Shouichi remembers that he's good at lying.
And sometimes, when this purer, saner Byakuran brushed a sand-speckled hand across his cheek and leaned closer with a face like an experimenting scientist, he remembers that it still leaves guilt when it pays off.
-*-
Fire Emblem: Path of Radiance/Suikoden II, Kieran&Nanami
There's a large house on the top of the hill there, see it? They say the man who lives there used to be a good knight, the kind brimming with virtue and spirit and love for his country. In fact, some say he had to be forced into retirement by the good queen herself after some kind of grave injury, and that he still acts the same as if he still was one. But that's not the really interesting part, see-- they say the woman he married is actually a creature like a beautiful war goddess, from a different world from our own entirely.
They say that she has a rod that burns from her thoughts alone, but never seems to be scathed, and that she poisons all she touches and feeds it to children without manners, maybe like you.
And him, although he's supposed to be human, he's conquered many monstrous beasts. What's more, they say if you show even a speck of cowardice to him, his voice is so powerful it'll burst your ears as he scolds you into shape.
But what's worse, they've had children. Loads of them! All with terrible might and mighty words and wordy speeches, and not a one who won't punish any misbehavior they find, because they've got their parents' strictness, you see. And that's why you don't hear warnings about them all across the town, because some people think, as long as they don't kill anyone, they're just doing favors to the people who have to deal with brats like you all, yeah? As long as they don't kill anyone. That leaves some options, you know.
-*-
Fire Emblem: Blazing Sword, Canas&his wife
Niime always wanted him to marry another shaman, but he's always wanted--needed--to learn past his boundaries. The woman who caught his eye gave the most spectacular show of anima magic he'd ever laid eyes on, and it's that which drew him to her; but when she glimpsed his own power, her eyes shone with the determined curiosity Canas himself knew so well. That was when he realized to himself that he discovered love, and he needed carefully document every feeling and moment from then.
Although the method was imperfect, it was easy for her to share the spirits of her magic with him; she couldn't duplicate her voice many times over and speak all at once with different words, but she could pick out the most coherent voices and piece together meaning. She'd wrap her arms around his shoulders and lean her forehead against the nape of his neck and whisper those meanings to him, until her weakness to their influence broke through each time and they would have to stop to pry her fingers from his throat.
Sharing the Void of elder magic was a much more difficult venture, as its voice gave only silence to repeat, but Canas understood her as she understood him, and he needed no persuasion to search for ways. Eventually, they found that if he set his spellbooks aside, the power he channeled was all at once much weaker and much purer, and so he would cradle her face in his hands and settle his fingertips at her temples and cast. The spirits fear the Void, she told him, but they will not let it take me, all the same. And because he believed her, he watched her eyes go as blank as the Void she watched, several times over, always with an end.
The books they read and the books they wrote overflowed from their library into the furthest reaches of their house. They conceived a child surrounded by magic and paper, raised him on ink and her half-there voices, and though Niime always wished her grandson to be a shaman, she could find no grudge against her son and his wife.
And they lived, and they loved, and they learned.
-*-
Adekan, Anri&Kojirou
There's an arm encircling his stomach and a mouth at his shoulder. Kojirou would have fought them off ages ago, if not for the gun pressed to his head. (If not for the fact that the man with it would use it.) "Relax," Anri breathed against his neck, tracing the line of a hipbone, and then laughed when Kojirou very decidedly did not. "Well, if you want it to be that painful." And his legs were swept from under him and his face slammed into the ground--
-*-
Amatsuki/Nurarihyon no Mago, Tsuyukusa&Shouei
He smelled vaguely of flowers, and he was tall enough that bowing at the proper angle didn't so much as get him to eye level, but he conducted himself with respect for others and didn't give a second thought to the humans around Tsuyukusa, and Tsuyukusa figured he could have landed a worse sudden, self-employed guard around.
Shouei's build made it easy to forget he was still young, in particular when he wasn't talking, but his lingering attachment to his father's memory did not--thus, ironically, it was when he brandished his unwieldy strength and sword that the lost child in him became most apparent. It made Tsuyukusa want little more than to take his power-infused mask and chuck it too far to be retrieved, but that would surely cause unnecessary grievances, so he compromised by simply taking it.
"Get stronger fighting without it," he ordered before Shouei could get a hurt, incredulous word in edgewise. "You've enough power, anyway."
Shouei lowered his head, and kept it down for a long enough time to make Tsuyukusa thankful he didn't chuck it after all.
-*-
Nurarihyon no Mago, Tsurara&Rikuo
"Danna," Tsurara called, treasuring the syllables as they crossed her tongue. (No matter how she repeated the title, she could never tire of it-- of how it set her apart from the chorus of waka so everyone could hear and understand--) "Danna," she repeated, "I've finished making dinner! Here, I'll bring it to you."
She couldn't quite keep a little hop out of her step as she carried the tray between rooms, but nothing tipped dangerously and never did her step snag the hem of her kimono, as though marriage had somehow given her more grace. It didn't take long for her to reach her destination, and she began to speak again as she placed the meal in front of Rikuo and reached out to touch his cheek.
"May I feed you again?" she asked, and beamed at the small tilt of his head. She turned away, a little overwhelmed and embarrassed, before he could smile back at her, and retrieved the chopsticks. She clicked them together on a piece of lovingly crafted nigiri and brought them to her husband's mouth, red-faced at the intimate act but undeniably happy all the same-- until she let go just a little too early.
A mortified noise escaped her as it fell apart in his lap, the slab of fish stark against his white funeral robes, and dove to recover the bits of rice before they could freeze to the cloth. She stuttered out apologies, flushed harder than ever from the embarrassment, and imagined his sheepish laughter as she picked the food off of him.