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I know that a drabble's technically only 100 words, but I've been on kind of a warpath recently in terms of projects. So most of them (all of them) are at least 100 words instead of just under and some turned out longer than others, but that's just the way of it. Moving on.
1. DarkJediPrinces: Sky/Zeng love (JE)
With the last dying rays of light fading from their window, he was still in full lotus, still in deep concentration. The focus that lined Zeng's face always made him look uncharacteristically serious. So much so that as dusk faded into night, it would prompt Sky to ask, "Is there something wrong?"
Zeng would calmly stretch his legs out before he faced the other man in a most serious manner. "Yes," he'd say. "You're still fully dressed."
And Sky would laugh. "You despicable wretch."
With palms open, Zeng would face his companion. "What can I say? I'm the last of a dying breed."
2. midnight_hawk: The Black Whirlwind and/or Wild Flower (JE)
The sun felt nice. All warm and fuzzy with grass tickling at his bare legs. The Black Whirlwind was happy. The Black Whirlwind was relaxed.
The Black Whirlwind was drunk.
His sandaled feet stretched out in front of him made a nice frame for his view. The weird kid was farther out in the field. She fell in and out of his view as she picked flowers. Not quite blurry enough for there to be two of her, but close. Pleasant enough, even when her mouth fell open and a demon ripped out of it in a wave of light and sound. Perhaps he should have been taken aback, but it was early in the afternoon and the Black Whirlwind was feeling lazy.
He chuckled. This was bound to be interesting.
3. miakun: Threesome pr0n with flowers (X-Men)
"Turn into ice one more time, popsicle..."
"Hello? Claws? It's bad enough in this form, but I'd like to keep our most romantic night ever from ending in the ER, thanks."
Scott sighed and plucked a rose petal from the sheets. They really shouldn't have been abusing the danger room's technology in such a manner, but virtual rose petals were far less expensive than the real deal.
"Focus, gentlemen," he said.
Logan snorted. In nothing but a pair of underwear and on a bed of roses, he seemed freakishly out of place. A thing of nightmares. And Bobby? Scott could strangle Bobby just for being Bobby. As if on cue, the other man offered Scott a thumb's up.
Scott kneaded the bridge of his nose. "Jean gets back in an hour." Maybe she'd take mercy on him after hearing that he put up with this and just white hot room him out of existence.
4. aimo: Dick!Atton strikes again (KotOR)
"The exile left you? For me?" There was a glint of white teeth and jawbone through the Sith Lord's shredded cheek as he smiled.
"And here I thought you'd be disappointed." Atton grinned back as he fingered his blasters. This close range against a weapon like a lightsaber was a total disaster. Did Omid just assume because of Atton's history it would be no problem for him to take out Lord phoqing Sion?
Or maybe the idea was for a slaughter.
The Sith Lord shook his head. "It's suiting."
"One lackey for another?" Atton asked. "My Master's better than yours?"
"You don't understand yet," Sion said. His lightsaber ignited in a stream of red. "And that makes you precious."
Frack. They were too close for Atton to stand a chance. His palms were beginning to sweat. "Well, I'm flattered, then. You're still a whackjob, Esan."
Sion chuckled. "You know that Talvon Esan is just as dead as Jaq Rand." The hum of the lightsaber sent the adrenaline coursing through Atton's veins powerful enough to make his fingers shake. "No, it's suiting because we're pieces of the same whole."
"If that's a pick up line, baby, it's really tacky," Atton sneered.
"My outside form matches your inside," Sion said. "Broken, diseased. We're ugly in our truth."
"Sure, whatever you say, buddy." Atton hoisted his blasters up and aimed them at the other man. "But I'm going to try to kill you, anyway."
5. dinah: Mission+Jolee=Amusement (KotOR)
"Ah, the barabel fruit," Jolee exhaled. "It looks like a big mound of fleshy disaster, but it really is quite tasty."
The blue-skinned child inspected the large fruit in her hands dubiously. Her nostrils flared back as she sniffed and poked at the barabel.
Jolee smiled. Children. They were so delightful when they were too preoccupied to do things like talk.
"Why, I remember once, years ago, mind you, when I was hiking in Iridian outback with an aquaintance of mine named Zur," he continued. "Nobody called him Zur of course, we just called him Lou... although I can't seem to remember why.
"Anyway, we came across these fruits, what were they called? Barabel fruits, I think. That's what were talking about, isn't it? Because the only other story I have with Lou involves hair in inappropriate places and I don't think that would concern a Twi'lek like yourself. So yes, that's what we did, we came across these barabel fruits dangling from trees and Lou was all aghast that we were just going to pick some unknown fruit from a tree and eat it just like that."
Jolee chuckled. The child was already sinking her teeth into the fruit. No patience in young ones, anymore.
"Lou was a bit of a worrier, but I suppose there was some sense to it. We just dove right in and the fruit's delicious right off the tree. All crisp and the juice just runs down your chin and you make a great mess.
"But see, the locals cook the fruit up for a reason. Because there's this critter called the aphren, just some obnoxious flying bug that buzzes all the time. Reminds me of a couple of people, if you get my drift. Now the aphren like to lay their eggs in the barabel fruit if they can, that way their larvae have something to feed on when they hatch. So I guess Lou was right in the long run and--"
The girl threw the fruit on the ground, capped a hand over her mouth and went running out of the room.
"I hadn't even gotten to the good part yet," Jolee muttered. An exciteable lot he was stuck with, it seemed.
6. nonners: Sky/Beatrix explosion (JE)
"Too bad about Min."
Beatrix just nodded. After everything, she was finally back to where it had all ended. Odd that she felt calmly numb.
She decided to stay quiet and let Sky have his small talk. It seemed to keep him focused, maybe it kept him from thinking too deeply on what had just happened. He was right; it was too bad. Unfortunately, it looked like it was only going to get worse before it got better.
The corridors were still coated with moss and slimy decay. The last time she'd entered the room in front of her, she'd never left. Beatrix couldn't help but wonder what Sun Li had done to her body. Did he throw it over the walls of the Imperial Palace or did he have the courtesy to give her a burial?
"Are you ready for this?" Sky asked.
"I keep thinking about last time," she admitted. "About what you said."
He glanced over his shoulder before looking back just over her head. "It was a mistake. I'm sorry."
Beatrix nodded. "It was," she said. "Because you didn't give me anything to come back to."
"I didn't?" Sky frowned. "That's not true, I--"
She laughed. "You talk so much. Come here."
"Jen Zi, I--"
His hands on her upper arms were firm, so she strained her neck up. "I swear if you don't kiss me, I will go in there and intentionally die."
"That's not funny," he said.
"Do it so you can say you did." When she blinked, she could feel her eyelashes brush against his chin. "Regardless of what happens afterwards."
Sky's hands relaxed and slipped from her arms to her lower back. "I'm only doing this so you'll concentrate."
"Liar."
It was almost funny how her eyes wanted to instinctively flutter shut as soon as she felt his breath on her upper lip. Just pause and taste the salt on his windburned mouth and let her fingertips graze the stubble on his cheek. Sky was the first to pull away and rested his forehead against hers.
"I'm too old for you," he murmured without moving. Dark eyes trained on her own, hands tightly gripped at her waist. Dead serious except for the smirk on his lips.
Beatrix smiled and nosed his cheek. "You were too old for me ten years ago."
"You wound me." Sky laughed softly and pulled her close enough to smell the dirt and blood and sweat on his skin. He lowered his voice. "Try not to die this time."
"I can't." It wasn't an option. Not when so much depended on it. Not when there was a man in front of her in torn blue robes, whose eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled. She wished her hands were fast enough to catalogue every fold of cloth, every line on his face, every white hair tucked into the black. There was a strange sense of peace despite everything around them.
A ferocious roar resounded through the hall and cut through her thoughts. "Oh, son of a bitch!" the Black Whirlwind bellowed. "The guards are being held off. If you two morons don't stop with this shit, I'm going to go in there and gut Sun Li myself."
Beatrix pulled her hand away from Sky's jaw. "I'll be back soon."
7. pris: Mission+T3=Torture (KotOR)
He was a fast little bugger. On the upside, he wasn't nearly as mobile as a sentient. And backed into a corner all he could do was whip out his ion blasters.
That is, until she explained how blasting an organic that wasn't hostile went against his programming. Then all he could do was squeal shrilly.
Never in Mission's life would she have expected that droids were this touchy. Finicky, whiny little snots.
But he was cute. Really, really cute. Especially when he got all indignant and bleeted out all those low whistles. She really wouldn't bother him this much if he didn't give such an awesome reaction.
Besides, it was for his benefit. It wasn't just aesthetic. He got some spray lubricant on his joints, a few light replacements all on top of the new paint job. And paint jobs were expensive. The right response to that was a, "thank you," not a high-pitched shriek of despair.
What was wrong with him, anyway? Everyone loved glitter. Sure, Ordo had taken to calling him, "fag-bot" and HK had made these creepy, but ultimately lame-O declarations about putting T3 out of his misery right after desecrating her corpse, but those losers had no taste. Ordo needed to look at his own fag armor that glinted purple beneath the sunlight before he commented on anyone else's paint. Dorks were just jealous. Mission wished T3 would stop wailing.
1. DarkJediPrinces: Sky/Zeng love (JE)
With the last dying rays of light fading from their window, he was still in full lotus, still in deep concentration. The focus that lined Zeng's face always made him look uncharacteristically serious. So much so that as dusk faded into night, it would prompt Sky to ask, "Is there something wrong?"
Zeng would calmly stretch his legs out before he faced the other man in a most serious manner. "Yes," he'd say. "You're still fully dressed."
And Sky would laugh. "You despicable wretch."
With palms open, Zeng would face his companion. "What can I say? I'm the last of a dying breed."
2. midnight_hawk: The Black Whirlwind and/or Wild Flower (JE)
The sun felt nice. All warm and fuzzy with grass tickling at his bare legs. The Black Whirlwind was happy. The Black Whirlwind was relaxed.
The Black Whirlwind was drunk.
His sandaled feet stretched out in front of him made a nice frame for his view. The weird kid was farther out in the field. She fell in and out of his view as she picked flowers. Not quite blurry enough for there to be two of her, but close. Pleasant enough, even when her mouth fell open and a demon ripped out of it in a wave of light and sound. Perhaps he should have been taken aback, but it was early in the afternoon and the Black Whirlwind was feeling lazy.
He chuckled. This was bound to be interesting.
3. miakun: Threesome pr0n with flowers (X-Men)
"Turn into ice one more time, popsicle..."
"Hello? Claws? It's bad enough in this form, but I'd like to keep our most romantic night ever from ending in the ER, thanks."
Scott sighed and plucked a rose petal from the sheets. They really shouldn't have been abusing the danger room's technology in such a manner, but virtual rose petals were far less expensive than the real deal.
"Focus, gentlemen," he said.
Logan snorted. In nothing but a pair of underwear and on a bed of roses, he seemed freakishly out of place. A thing of nightmares. And Bobby? Scott could strangle Bobby just for being Bobby. As if on cue, the other man offered Scott a thumb's up.
Scott kneaded the bridge of his nose. "Jean gets back in an hour." Maybe she'd take mercy on him after hearing that he put up with this and just white hot room him out of existence.
4. aimo: Dick!Atton strikes again (KotOR)
"The exile left you? For me?" There was a glint of white teeth and jawbone through the Sith Lord's shredded cheek as he smiled.
"And here I thought you'd be disappointed." Atton grinned back as he fingered his blasters. This close range against a weapon like a lightsaber was a total disaster. Did Omid just assume because of Atton's history it would be no problem for him to take out Lord phoqing Sion?
Or maybe the idea was for a slaughter.
The Sith Lord shook his head. "It's suiting."
"One lackey for another?" Atton asked. "My Master's better than yours?"
"You don't understand yet," Sion said. His lightsaber ignited in a stream of red. "And that makes you precious."
Frack. They were too close for Atton to stand a chance. His palms were beginning to sweat. "Well, I'm flattered, then. You're still a whackjob, Esan."
Sion chuckled. "You know that Talvon Esan is just as dead as Jaq Rand." The hum of the lightsaber sent the adrenaline coursing through Atton's veins powerful enough to make his fingers shake. "No, it's suiting because we're pieces of the same whole."
"If that's a pick up line, baby, it's really tacky," Atton sneered.
"My outside form matches your inside," Sion said. "Broken, diseased. We're ugly in our truth."
"Sure, whatever you say, buddy." Atton hoisted his blasters up and aimed them at the other man. "But I'm going to try to kill you, anyway."
5. dinah: Mission+Jolee=Amusement (KotOR)
"Ah, the barabel fruit," Jolee exhaled. "It looks like a big mound of fleshy disaster, but it really is quite tasty."
The blue-skinned child inspected the large fruit in her hands dubiously. Her nostrils flared back as she sniffed and poked at the barabel.
Jolee smiled. Children. They were so delightful when they were too preoccupied to do things like talk.
"Why, I remember once, years ago, mind you, when I was hiking in Iridian outback with an aquaintance of mine named Zur," he continued. "Nobody called him Zur of course, we just called him Lou... although I can't seem to remember why.
"Anyway, we came across these fruits, what were they called? Barabel fruits, I think. That's what were talking about, isn't it? Because the only other story I have with Lou involves hair in inappropriate places and I don't think that would concern a Twi'lek like yourself. So yes, that's what we did, we came across these barabel fruits dangling from trees and Lou was all aghast that we were just going to pick some unknown fruit from a tree and eat it just like that."
Jolee chuckled. The child was already sinking her teeth into the fruit. No patience in young ones, anymore.
"Lou was a bit of a worrier, but I suppose there was some sense to it. We just dove right in and the fruit's delicious right off the tree. All crisp and the juice just runs down your chin and you make a great mess.
"But see, the locals cook the fruit up for a reason. Because there's this critter called the aphren, just some obnoxious flying bug that buzzes all the time. Reminds me of a couple of people, if you get my drift. Now the aphren like to lay their eggs in the barabel fruit if they can, that way their larvae have something to feed on when they hatch. So I guess Lou was right in the long run and--"
The girl threw the fruit on the ground, capped a hand over her mouth and went running out of the room.
"I hadn't even gotten to the good part yet," Jolee muttered. An exciteable lot he was stuck with, it seemed.
6. nonners: Sky/Beatrix explosion (JE)
"Too bad about Min."
Beatrix just nodded. After everything, she was finally back to where it had all ended. Odd that she felt calmly numb.
She decided to stay quiet and let Sky have his small talk. It seemed to keep him focused, maybe it kept him from thinking too deeply on what had just happened. He was right; it was too bad. Unfortunately, it looked like it was only going to get worse before it got better.
The corridors were still coated with moss and slimy decay. The last time she'd entered the room in front of her, she'd never left. Beatrix couldn't help but wonder what Sun Li had done to her body. Did he throw it over the walls of the Imperial Palace or did he have the courtesy to give her a burial?
"Are you ready for this?" Sky asked.
"I keep thinking about last time," she admitted. "About what you said."
He glanced over his shoulder before looking back just over her head. "It was a mistake. I'm sorry."
Beatrix nodded. "It was," she said. "Because you didn't give me anything to come back to."
"I didn't?" Sky frowned. "That's not true, I--"
She laughed. "You talk so much. Come here."
"Jen Zi, I--"
His hands on her upper arms were firm, so she strained her neck up. "I swear if you don't kiss me, I will go in there and intentionally die."
"That's not funny," he said.
"Do it so you can say you did." When she blinked, she could feel her eyelashes brush against his chin. "Regardless of what happens afterwards."
Sky's hands relaxed and slipped from her arms to her lower back. "I'm only doing this so you'll concentrate."
"Liar."
It was almost funny how her eyes wanted to instinctively flutter shut as soon as she felt his breath on her upper lip. Just pause and taste the salt on his windburned mouth and let her fingertips graze the stubble on his cheek. Sky was the first to pull away and rested his forehead against hers.
"I'm too old for you," he murmured without moving. Dark eyes trained on her own, hands tightly gripped at her waist. Dead serious except for the smirk on his lips.
Beatrix smiled and nosed his cheek. "You were too old for me ten years ago."
"You wound me." Sky laughed softly and pulled her close enough to smell the dirt and blood and sweat on his skin. He lowered his voice. "Try not to die this time."
"I can't." It wasn't an option. Not when so much depended on it. Not when there was a man in front of her in torn blue robes, whose eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled. She wished her hands were fast enough to catalogue every fold of cloth, every line on his face, every white hair tucked into the black. There was a strange sense of peace despite everything around them.
A ferocious roar resounded through the hall and cut through her thoughts. "Oh, son of a bitch!" the Black Whirlwind bellowed. "The guards are being held off. If you two morons don't stop with this shit, I'm going to go in there and gut Sun Li myself."
Beatrix pulled her hand away from Sky's jaw. "I'll be back soon."
7. pris: Mission+T3=Torture (KotOR)
He was a fast little bugger. On the upside, he wasn't nearly as mobile as a sentient. And backed into a corner all he could do was whip out his ion blasters.
That is, until she explained how blasting an organic that wasn't hostile went against his programming. Then all he could do was squeal shrilly.
Never in Mission's life would she have expected that droids were this touchy. Finicky, whiny little snots.
But he was cute. Really, really cute. Especially when he got all indignant and bleeted out all those low whistles. She really wouldn't bother him this much if he didn't give such an awesome reaction.
Besides, it was for his benefit. It wasn't just aesthetic. He got some spray lubricant on his joints, a few light replacements all on top of the new paint job. And paint jobs were expensive. The right response to that was a, "thank you," not a high-pitched shriek of despair.
What was wrong with him, anyway? Everyone loved glitter. Sure, Ordo had taken to calling him, "fag-bot" and HK had made these creepy, but ultimately lame-O declarations about putting T3 out of his misery right after desecrating her corpse, but those losers had no taste. Ordo needed to look at his own fag armor that glinted purple beneath the sunlight before he commented on anyone else's paint. Dorks were just jealous. Mission wished T3 would stop wailing.