late night/early morning twofer
Author: Aublivienne
Story: Liars and Sinners
Title: Insufferable
Challenge: Dulce de Leche #12 (¡cállate! - shut up!), Vanilla #29 (my favorite things/fetishes)
Extras/Toppings: Chopped Nuts (superhuman AU)
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 230
Summary: You know what they say about bullies...
“So how's my favorite airhead doing?”
Martin rolled his eyes and looked up. “Would you quit calling me that?” he asked.
“I could,” Sorian said, jumping out of the tree and shoving his hands into his pockets. “But that wouldn't be much fun, now would it?”
“Don't you hate me or something?” Martin asked. He put his bag on the ground and rubbed his shoulder. “Most of the other pyromancers seem to have it out for me.”
Sorian smirked. “I don't, actually. That whole big-haired scene kid look you've got going? Hot.” He walked up to Martin and cocked his head. “I just find a weird sort of joy in fucking with you.”
Martin snorted. “What are you, seven? That's like pulling a girl's pigtails because you have a crush on her.” He shook his head. “No wonder they say you're all psychotic.”
“Better than being flighty and stupid.”
“Whatever,” Martin said, picking up his bag. “I've got things to do.”
“Gonna go twirl your hair with your airhead friends?” Sorian giggled mockingly. “Like, oh em gee! Can I come?”
“Fuck you.”
Sorian laughed and wrapped his arms around Martin's waist. “Only if you say 'please.'”
“Ugh, you're insufferable!” Martin pushed Sorian away and stormed off, trying to ignore the blond's laughs.
Author: Aublivienne
Story: Singularity Syndrome
Title: Breathe
Challenge: Devil's Food #9 (trypanophobia)
Extras/Toppings: Hot Fudge (and Alain's not even the worst of our problems this time!), Pocky
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 87
Summary: Alain has a strange fear for a scientist.
Watching the needle pierce someone else's veins was exhilarating, but feeling the point against his own skin made him want to run.
It was the lack of control that scared him. Alain wasn't used to looking up from the table, or not being the one to select syringes filled with strange and terrible chemicals.
“Come on. Breathe, kitten.” Kashmir ran a reassuring hand through the scientist's hair. “You know I wouldn't do anything to hurt you.”
(Unless I'm in the mood to, he almost finished.)
Story: Liars and Sinners
Title: Insufferable
Challenge: Dulce de Leche #12 (¡cállate! - shut up!), Vanilla #29 (my favorite things/fetishes)
Extras/Toppings: Chopped Nuts (superhuman AU)
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 230
Summary: You know what they say about bullies...
“So how's my favorite airhead doing?”
Martin rolled his eyes and looked up. “Would you quit calling me that?” he asked.
“I could,” Sorian said, jumping out of the tree and shoving his hands into his pockets. “But that wouldn't be much fun, now would it?”
“Don't you hate me or something?” Martin asked. He put his bag on the ground and rubbed his shoulder. “Most of the other pyromancers seem to have it out for me.”
Sorian smirked. “I don't, actually. That whole big-haired scene kid look you've got going? Hot.” He walked up to Martin and cocked his head. “I just find a weird sort of joy in fucking with you.”
Martin snorted. “What are you, seven? That's like pulling a girl's pigtails because you have a crush on her.” He shook his head. “No wonder they say you're all psychotic.”
“Better than being flighty and stupid.”
“Whatever,” Martin said, picking up his bag. “I've got things to do.”
“Gonna go twirl your hair with your airhead friends?” Sorian giggled mockingly. “Like, oh em gee! Can I come?”
“Fuck you.”
Sorian laughed and wrapped his arms around Martin's waist. “Only if you say 'please.'”
“Ugh, you're insufferable!” Martin pushed Sorian away and stormed off, trying to ignore the blond's laughs.
Author: Aublivienne
Story: Singularity Syndrome
Title: Breathe
Challenge: Devil's Food #9 (trypanophobia)
Extras/Toppings: Hot Fudge (and Alain's not even the worst of our problems this time!), Pocky
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 87
Summary: Alain has a strange fear for a scientist.
Watching the needle pierce someone else's veins was exhilarating, but feeling the point against his own skin made him want to run.
It was the lack of control that scared him. Alain wasn't used to looking up from the table, or not being the one to select syringes filled with strange and terrible chemicals.
“Come on. Breathe, kitten.” Kashmir ran a reassuring hand through the scientist's hair. “You know I wouldn't do anything to hurt you.”
(Unless I'm in the mood to, he almost finished.)