Where the heck have I been and SKMT #1
So where the fragg have I been for the last several months outside of commenting? Well, to sum up a rather long story:
Real Life, Family, Family, Even More Family, Temp Hunting, Job Hunting, discovering and getting hooked onto WOW-thanks DnD group-and the search for a laptop that actually WORKS.
Luckily I was able to work on something, thus below is explanation and fic.
SpringKink Meme Thing, okay let me explain this first, as those of you participating already know the prompt lists are rather long, by the time I got done reading them I could never remember which ones I wanted to do. So to make it easier, I would copy and past the one I thought I could do well onto a file and then pick from that list.
Here's my mistake, I didn't erase the file. I just added to it, thus, many springkinks later, whenever I contemplate erasing it my muses start screaming about all the potential fic I'd be throwing away-I swear my muses are worse pack-rats than I am!
So in order to shut the muses up and get rid of the file, I'm giving each prompt a single page and telling the muses 'Go'. It's gone surprisingly well when I've had time to work on it.
And for those of you wondering, yes I did ask those running SK if it was okay to use the prompts, but as I got no answer to any of my queries, I'm taking the silence as a go ahead.
However, if you see a prompt that you sumbitted, and don't like what I did, just let me know and I'll be happy to take it off.
Enjoy!
SKMT#1 - 2007 - Fall
Oct. 1
Fruits Basket, Hatori/Ayame/Shigeru: high schoolers in the red-light district - "the wild boys are calling"
He could see it in the way Ayame tilted his head, the angle of his eyes, could practically SMELL it-if that made any sense-did sea horses even HAVE a sense of smell?
The brush of fingers on the back of his nape, turning in time to see a fleeting glace before he was back to teasing the other.
He knew, oh yes, Shigeru knew-what he only just caught, what he wanted to see-the dog knew.
Arms suddenly draped around his neck, a mouth at his throat, tasting his pulse-warmth at his front, lips on his own-hands tracing his front-his back-his sides-his-!
Arch-and-cry-and-whine and he slumped between them.
He could SEE it, the way they looked, the tilt of their heads, the glance of their eyes, the way they licked their lips and trailed fingers over everything.
***
Gundum Wing, Trowa/Quatre: first kiss - "You can close your eyes, if that makes it any easier."
Just inches away and he can clearly see the blonds' eyelashes, curved and full, closer still and he can see his own brown reflected in those deep desert-blue eyes.
At that point the old jeep they were in jounced and Trowa's lips met Quatre's nose.
Nothing like Duo's driving to spoil the mood.
"Ouch! Sorry 'bout that guys, I'll try to warn you for the next one, but you sure you want to do this now? 'Cause while I gotta admit I like the show, you are kinda distracting."
"Duo-"
"You can close your eyes, if that makes it any easier." Quatre finished, grabbing Trowa's shirt and hauling him down to finish what they started.
And just as soon as they were done, he was really going to have to do something about Duo's wolf-whistling.
***
Vampire Game, Ishtar/Darres: revelation - "Oh, Darres, you truly are an idiot!"
From the first time they met, Ishtar had been in love. Darres on the other had had been completely dense. And after over a decade of waiting for him to wake up and smell the incense, she decided she wasn't going to wait any more.
With Duzie playing distraction with the others, she was free to do what she should have ages ago...
Whack him over the head, call him an idiot, and kiss him.
Luckily, Darres caught on quick. She just hoped Duzie was up to playing decoy all night, from the way things were going, maybe he hadn't been so dense after all.
Oct. 4
Kingdom Hearts, Axel: Car won't start - "Come on! Don't do this to me!"
He was late; he was late, late, late, late!
Fuck it he was LATE!
Nutrient bar and drink shoved into pocket, books already in bag just had to grab a couple extra things, finger comb hair, throw on some clothes that weren't very wrinkled and didn't smell that bad.
Pack on his back, jacket thrown over his shoulder, Axel slammed out of his apartment, locket the door-he wasn't making that mistake again-and ran down the hallway at full speed.
Out into the parking lot, keys out, practically slamming himself into the door, dangit, this wasn't just a fraggin class-if he didn't show up today he might not get another chance to ask-door open, stuff tossed in, keys in ignition-
It didn't start.
"Come on! Don't do this to me!" Visions of blond hair and blue eyes standing next to him faded under the reality that we was going to miss his first class.
Oct. 5
Saiyuki, Sanzo/Hazel - tentacles - "I blame this on you!"
"And if you had bothered to READ that stupid scroll before blindly using it in battle we wouldn't be in this mess!"
While Goku had to admit, Sanzo had been pretty intimidating before-when he'd just had a gun, a fan and wicked aim. Now that he had a few dozen extra appendages that could add another six feet to his height, the Monks' scare-factor had taken a definite hike.
"Now, now, there's no need for that, if ya'll just calm down I'm sure we can get this fixed-wark" Goku felt himself edge back as many limbs wrapped around Hazel.
"Oh I'll fix this alright. Kill the caster, kill the spell."
Oct. 6
Transformers G1, Protectobots: cuddlepile - "an engine-purr chorus"
Hotspot woke up with his head on someone's torso, his back on the floor, and both legs at different elevations than his body. One arm was pinned to his side; the other was beside his head.
From the feel of what his feet were resting on, it was probably blades and groove, he knew it was First Aid curled up beside him, and he suspected Streetwise was on First Aids other side.
Nothing like a battle gone wrong to make them more in need of touch with each other, and if the sounds First Aid and Blades were making, they needed it far more than anticipated.
Oct. 7
Beast Wars, Optimus Primal/Dinobot: animal instinct - "taming the savage beast"
Dinobot was a warrior, clear mind, and ready body, adaptable and flexible both mentally and physically.
The Velociraptor was a bundle of energy, sensory information, and predatory instinct that was forged ages ago in a savage environment.
So it was of very little surprise that every once in a while the Raptor got the better of him, tickling his nose with scents, triggering instincts during fights about pray, and pack, and flight.
There were also the nights when it drove him outside into the night-and those were the most dangerous nights.
Luckily, or unluckily however you saw it, Primal was enough in tune with his own animal that on those nights he could easily run circles around the Raptor until it was ready to let Dinobot go back to the base and sleep.
***
Fruits Basket, Kyo/Tohru: martial arts, gruff gentleness - "That is so not how you throw a punch."
Kyo looked down at his arm, and then slowly back up at Tohru....
"That is so not how you throw a punch."
"B-but that's how they do it in the movies!"
He snorted, well, movies, no wonder.
"Movies are rigged you know, its all fake fighting, they have to learn a special style to make it look real without hurting anyone."
"Oh." He could hear the droop in her voice.
Reaching out he adjusted her hand and finger, pushed it back into proper position, and then moved it back out the correct way.
"That is how you throw a punch."
Oct. 8
Kingdom Hearts, Axel/Riku: Rivals - Anything you can do, I can do better.
Today it had started as soon as they hit the beach, Riku had begun his warm-ups, and Axel went straight to his weapons practice.
Riku snagged one of the poles on the beach and began a complicated pattern-set, Axel started juggling coconuts.
In the back of her mind Kairi could swear she heard someone playing the 'Anything you can do' song.
"I think we're going to have to remind them that while you share the same existence, you're two different people." She said to Sora as the brunette looked on, exasperated at them both.
***
Pet Shop of Horrors, Leon/D: denial - "...And for your information, no, I'm not happy to see you and yes, I DO have a leek in my pocket!"
Leon came in all cylinders running and NOT in a good mood.
"Why hello officer." D said, and then turned his head sideways as he watched the other walk towards him. "Is that a leek in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" Leon could just HEAR the delight in the man's voice. Luckily, he could tell the honest truth today.
"For your information, no, I'm not happy to see you and yes, I DO have a leek in my pocket!" Pulling said vegetable out he first shoved it into the man's face, then hand, and then turned to leave.
He hated loosing bets.
Oct. 9
Fruits Basket, Kyo/Yuki/Tohru: Kyo in original form, growling - "it's okay to be afraid"
It had been an accident this time; they had been walking home, taking the long way through the woods to avoid Yuki's fanclub and Kagura's latest rampage.
He and Yuki had gotten into another fight when he'd turned to the rat and the bracelet had gotten caught on the branch of a small tree.
It had slipped off without him knowing, but not without Yuki and Tohru seeing.
He had all of five seconds to wonder what the heck they were looking at and why with such shock when the pain hit.
Burning, it was the only was to explain it. He was burning away from the inside out, blood boiling, skin searing off, hair crisping as the monster inside him forced its way out.
He was finally able to stand up minutes later, joints aching, claws on all four limbs twitching as his system adjusted to his new form. And the smells. As he breathed in he could smell EVERYTHING, the scents of the trees, the loam and earth beneath his paws, the remains of his skin sizzling beside him, even-
He looked over at Yuki and Tohru, both were dead white, both were tense, both were trying to keep their faces absolutely still and bottle their fear.
He knew, he could smell it.
"Stop it." He growled and they flinched back, his voice was now sandpaper rough and even he could feel it on his skin. "It's okay to be afraid."
Oct. 12
Naruto, Iruka/Kakashi (name order unimportant): Giving chase - Creative use of ninja skills.
Since its founding Konoha had had a wide range of traditions, from the practical to the down right weird. When you got that many different people, from so many different places and backgrounds together it was inevitable. The courting traditions tended to fall into the later category.
If you were a ninja, a simple query to you sempai would get you a quick explanation about what was going on-and even if you weren't thanks to Konoha's wonderfully efficient grapevine someone would come around in the first couple days to make sure you knew what was going on.
When an Inuzuka went courting for real they always came with a gift, to show that they could provide for the family to be. And if you knew what was going on-and reciprocated the feelings-did likewise when it came time to meet the relatives.
The Hyuuga displayed their civility and wisdom, the Aburame a surprising propensity for art, the Uchiha's danced (and that surprised the HELL out of Sakura and Naruto), the Yamanaka hauled out the checkbook, and the Akimichi's took you to visit the families' lands (how else were they able to afford to eat so much?).
The Nara would look you straight in the eye, tell you how they felt, hand you a bell shaped to look like two hands intertwined-and then say they'd come back in a month for your answer.
The smart ones didn't wait for them to come back to give their answer.
So it should come as no surprise to him that the Umino's had their own traditions, and that Iruka was determined to follow them.
Looking back he should have realized the signs, the several overheard conversations Iruka had been having with his fellow teachers or other friends, the ones that the chunin had carefully guided until they were talking about their own families traditions for courting.
The quiet queries about his own family, the invites to dinner, and the times Iruka caught him spying when he really shouldn't have been able to.
He had heard Iruka say with his own ears that in his family the tradition was that they had to take what they were good at or loved doing and use it in a creative and unique way to impress who they desired.
But he had no idea that 'creative use of ninja skills' also included getting your 30 current students to help you catch the person you were interested in, while all of your past students watched from the sidelines and either cheered you on or watched for escape attempts.
Trussed up like a prized pig, Kakashi was currently being carried through town to Iruka's place on the backs of a half-dozen of Konoha's future ninja brats.
His own brats were currently walking side-by-side with Iruka, congratulating him on his 'catch'. The traitors, he'd deal with them later.
With a purely mental sigh Kakashi began racking his brain to remember where he put that book his father gave him about the Hatake clan traditions-on the other hand he could just start one of his own.
If Iruka could get that many kids working together, a few days with his nin-dogs should be no problem.
Oct. 13
Final Fantasy VII, Reeve/Tseng/Sephiroth: snark contest - "you're not the only one who appreciates the ridiculousness of all this."
They were trapped in an elevator.
They were trapped in a ten foot wide, six foot deep, ten foot tall room with three sides made of glass.
They were trapped because some idiot in the labs had not only managed to release several of the monsters that were being kept there, but while said beasts were escaping had managed to mix several chemicals to create a mix that was either very noxious or deadly poison.
Deadly to those normal, noxious to SOLDIERs.
Tseng was betting that whoever did this was no idiot.
Now stuck between the 29th and 30th floors, the earlier activity of organizing their departments to deal with the situation done, they could only wait for the building to be vented and the monsters hunted down and destroyed so the power could be restored and they could get out of here.
In the meantime they were bored off their asses.
Reeve was currently sitting on the floor typing away at his computer, Sephiroth was holding up the wall, and Tseng...Tseng was currently trying not to sigh for the hundredth time.
After the first two minutes of silence once the PHS's had been shut off, Tseng had started listing the various ways he knew how to get out of an elevator and how they could apply to the current situation. And from the look on Sephiroth's face he wasn't the only one.
And then Reeve had taken one look at them both, calmly listed the very same things he had been mentally tabulating-plus a few extra-as well as why they would be very bad ideas right now.
Tseng hadn't been the only one to boggle at the man.
"In case you've forgotten, I AM an engineer. We're supposed to think of these things when we design something." They were trapped by good design, joy.
Tseng sighed, and checked his PHS for messages.
"Tseng, you're not the only one who appreciates the ridiculousness of all this."
"Ridiculousness?"
"Shinra's greatest weapon and the head of the Turks, caged by good engineering."
On the other side of the room Reeve snickered.
***
Final Fantasy VII, Tseng/Elena/Reno/Rude: Trust - "Being safe sure as hell wasn't in the job description, but times like these made up for it.'
It was blood and fear and pain. It was adrenaline and bullets and bruises. It was back to back, room by room, bone deep trust that they would each be where they needed to be, do what was needed to do. And that at the end of the day they would all four still be standing, covered in blood, guts and who knows what else, bruised and shot and bleeding and ready to drop but all smiling like the devil's own kin.
Oct. 14
Beast Wars, Blackarachnia/Silverbolt: kidnapping - "tired of playing the damsel"
Another day, another predacon attack, another bought of listening to the echoes of Megatron's delusions of grandeur, another round of barely dodged shots and minor damage.
The usual.
What he didn't expect was the webbing now wrapping him up like some Adulthood gift and hauling him skyward.
Nor Blackarachnia calmly telling Dinobot and Rattrap that she'd return him once she was done with him.
His fellow maximals had stared at her, turned to look at him, back to the she-spider, then at each other.
"Have fun wolfie!" Rattrap scampered off.
"I suggest not bothering with your cyber-venom; it's a bit obvious at this point." With that the velociraptor left.
Silverbolt looked down into Blackarachnia's eyes and couldn't decided which emotion was filling him more; total terror or absolute delight.
***
Kingdom Hearts, Princesses of Heart in any combination: cheerfully pervy girl talk: "Can you tie a cherry stem in a knot with your tongue?"
"Can I what?"
"Can you tie a cherry stem in a knot with your tongue?"
"Um...never tried it-and this has what now to do with our current situation?"
"Just trying to pass the time." And with that Jasmine went back to reading Davey Jone's book of sea tales.
Kairi, Beauty, and Cinderella exchanged a look before turning back to their previous conversation.
The Fates, Kairi knew, could be capricious, cunning and down right incomprehensible without even trying on a bad day. Which she imagined was what had somehow landed all four of them into the oceans of the Caribbean only to be picked up by the one and only Davey Jones, Keeper of those who die at sea, Guider of the Lost, and many other titles.
Luckily for them, Davey Jones was-at the moment anyway-neutral. But from what they saw of his appearance that might be changing soon.
At the moment though, their conversation was on how to get off the ship and back to Tortuga....
"Have any of you ever slept with someone other than your Prince Charming?"
Except for Jasmine who seemed to have a one-track mind at the moment.
"Don't give me that look girls, think it over-if Davey Jones admits that he has us he'll get all sorts of attention from people he DOSEN'T want bothering him, and I'm not even talking about the other side.
No, if what Kairi has said about being a Princess of Heart is true, then what is best for Davey Jones is to let us off at some small quiet spot that will have a ship coming along soon so we can make our way back to Tortuga or some other Junction point on this world.
And he can't dump us in this Worlds afterlife, since we don't belong here and we're not dead, and if he tried we'd probably not only get some help, but this World will probably remind him of where he stands in the pecking order by way of some young plucky thing with a cannon."
Gesturing with her arm in a 'There you have it' sort of way, she continued. "Thus, since Davey is now taking care of our travel issues, why don't we concentrate on some other important matters?
So, have any of you ever slept with someone other than your Prince Charming?" Beside her, Beauty and Cinderella exchanged a look while Kairi couldn't help remembering that one stormy night with Tidus.
***
Kingdom Hearts 2, Axel/Roxas: AU/AR, accusations of witchcraft - 'A man who practices by cup and flame, shall perish by the fire.'
"Did you have to burn his clothes off?"
"You expected me to do less? Besides it got you out didn't it?"
"That's not what I'm complaining about."
"Then what's the problem?"
"You burned ALL his clothes off."
"Still don't see the problem."
"They were. Holding me. Kneeling. In front. Of him."
"Ops."
Oct. 15
Kingdom Hearts, Sora/Riku: Genderswitch - Riku drinks the wrong kind of Potion.
"You will find potions in the second pantry on your right."
"Thank You." Riku tightened his grip on Sora and hauled them both through the indicated door, behind him he could hear Yen Sid chanting, reinforcing his protections against the heartless that had been following them for the past days.
'Second pantry on right, second pantry on right.' The room was lined with closets and had a quartet of tables in the center with a multitude of glass stuff on it. Closets, cabinets, pantries-whichever. After getting Sora parked on a stool reasonably upright he opened the second on the right and scanned for the tale-tell green and blue glows of potions and ethers.
He found one green with a whole row of bright blues beside it. Not exactly what he wanted-nor expected-from Yen Sid but fine, get enough magic into Sora and he could Heal himself-Riku too. Carefully he scooped up the whole row-then snagged the potion anyway-less work.
Grabbing two he uncorked one and shoved it into Sora's hand and tossed his own back. Two more rounds and his magic was just back at its max, Sora was on his fourth and already casting on himself. Automatically he reached for the green and drank it down, wasn't what he was expecting of Yen Sid, guy was usually better stocked than this-
The taste nearly made him sneeze but he drank it down anyway. They all knew that the mage was constantly experimenting with potion recipes; make them heal more with less ingredients, but seriously, Yuck!
Between the last swallow and the first inhale Riku felt as if he had both gone through an earthquake and a lightning strike in the same moment.
Coughing he leaned against the table, if this was Yen Sid's latest then No Thanks! If anything he felt just as he had when he walked in the door!
"Uh....Riku..." The look on Sora's face was a combination of 'Oh Shit!', 'Uh-oh' and panicked hilarity.
"Young man, you are aware that the difference between a pantry and a closet is that the former usually contains that which is considered edible?" A wave of his hand and a door three down from the one he'd opened revealed a row of Full Elixirs.
Riku looked back at the bottle in his hand, then if that wasn't a potion he drank...Following Sora's gaze he looked down at his now bulging chest.
'Aw Hell No!'
"Not Again" He growled...Wasn't that last world they were on enough?
Oct. 16
Avatar, Katara/Zuko: tradition - "You're all primitives."
Zuko hit the ground covered and surrounded by ice and snow with Katara straddling him.
"What are you DOING?"
"You said we'd observe the more important of my tribe's traditions Zuko, right?"
"Yes, but what does this have to do with anything?"
"In my tribe when a bender wants to take another bender as a mate they have to fight that bender to show how strong they are."
Zuko looked up at her for a long moment, blinked and said "You're all primitives."
"And proud of it." Katara said before bending down and kissing him.
Oct. 17
Final Fantasy VII, Cid/Vincent: Normalcy amid strangeness - stop moping and drink your goddamn tea!
The mid-morning sun finally got around the shrubs and into his eyes. Flipping over didn't work, the air was quickly getting to warm to stay in bed much longer...And something was poking him in the chest.
Cracking an eye open it took him a minute to realize that the large black blur in front of him was in fact a large black chest.
Chaos, right.
Not bothering to try and get back to sleep Cid detangled himself from the blankets and stretched. Cracking his neck he automatically reached down and rapped the knuckles of the too-large hand that he'd become quite familiar with. "Not now, I've got engine tests to run today."
A mouth proportional to the hand ran equally proportional fangs along his shoulder and up his neck.
"All right, but make it a quickie, I need to get around already."
The darkness behind him purred as it used its considerable weight to push him to the floor.
***
An hour, the previously agreed upon quickie, a shower, a change of clothes and Cid was in the kitchen one eye on the pot, the other with his hands in the fridge grumbling about perverted demons and their inability to behave.
It was one thing to have sex with Chaos, it was quite another to start out with Chaos, have Galian come out mid-thrust, only to have Chaos return for the big finish.
The kettle's whistle pulled him out of the fridge-hands full of various leftovers-but didn't fully cover sheepish feet coming down the hallway.
Pouring hot water over herbs, Cid kept an ear cocked at the hallway. He knew what those hesitant footsteps meant-more importantly he knew what to do about them.
As gold clad feet came into view-long hair covering his eyes as Vincent paused at the threshold-Cid didn't even look up as he put Vinney's cup at his spot and growling turned back to reheating the leftovers.
"Sit down, shut up, stop moping, and drink your goddamn tea!"
Oct. 19
FAKE, Drake/JJ: Angsting over one's sexuality - I just wish I was queer so I could get chicks.
"Seriously, I mean it, sometimes I just wish I was Queer so I could get chicks-I've even considered faking it, Y'now?"
"Wouldn't work." JJ shot him down.
"What? Why not? What makes you so sure?" Drake asked
"Guy back in the academy tried that, it didn't matter who he approached, they always caught him out, every time."
"For real?"
"For real man, they've all, like, got this radar or something. They KNOW."
"Shit."
JJ just patted drake on the back and handed him another beer, this was gonna be a long night.
Oct. 22
Kingdom Hearts 2, Sora/Riku: Unintentional striptease - Sora being completely oblivious.
Okay, the throwing them into the water to win the fight he could tolerate, and even Sora dropping wet had happened enough that he was able to ignore it.
But stripping to his boxers, piece by piece, practically pealing the fabric off his skin, water running in rivulets down into every crevice and line on his body-that was something he wasn't going to ignore.
"Riku? What's wrong? What's that look fo-Mph!"
Oct. 23
Final Fantasy VII, Nanaki: in heat - "This is so embarrassing."
The downsides of being the last of your kind were many. The most annoying he'd found, was the lack of details about reproduction.
It had taken Aeris and her connection to the Planet to figure out what was wrong.
Needless to say, it had been rather embarrassing to discover that his species went into heat-and he was MALE!
Sitting in the tub of ice, Nanaki tried to focus on how good his cooled skin felt, and not on how disturbing it was to have his senses going haywire like this.
***
Final Fantasy VII, Zangan/Tifa: healing - "bloody knuckles, black eyes"
The slashes had stopped bleeding, but Zangan knew the healing was only skin deep, that under uncut skin red pooled in severed muscles, sliced bone rubbed and every breath brought her closer to dying in her own unmarred skin.
Nibelheim was now a world of flame and ruin, the screams now silenced by either sword or fire. Those with the brains hadn't waited around for the mayor to stop babbling and instead had relied on old reflex from the days of random raids by monsters that once wore human skin. Bolt-holes and hiding places once dug for bandits now hid villagers from the one Shinra propaganda dubbed 'Hero'.
He had to move quickly, from the faint thumping Shinra's dogs were already within the range and would soon land. It would be some time before his energy recovered enough to cast and Zangan did not want to try fighting off who knew how many of whatever they were bringing with an injured student to look after and no magic to back himself up.
Zangan had already been in and out of town, collecting what little he could from the undamaged buildings, grabbing a meal from someone's untouched dinner while trying to find enough supplies to get them to the next town.
Now he carefully eased Tifa onto his back, pack strapped to his front he headed south and west, arching around the direction the choppers were coming from. If they could stay out of sight until the fliers were past he should be able to sneak them to Geirheim, grab a few potions and head for the plains.
He knew starting over would be hard on Tifa, that's why he hadn't gone to her home-best to make it a clean break, no memories, no mementos', nothing to link her to a town he was sure was soon not to exist anymore. Nothing to tie a young woman from a dead town to another that would soon be living under the plates of Midgar.
Shinra had always had the habit of not seeing what was right under its own nose.
Oct. 24
Final Fantasy VII, Turks: Minds thinking alike - "A pack doesn't leap because it's told - a pack leaps because every individual, all at once, decides to leap."
Training, training, and more training.
Personnel files, data charts and schedules spread out in front of Tseng like a paper 3D map of Midgar's surrounding environs.
With the latest training schedule almost finished it was time to set up the next one.
And it was anything but easy.
Figuring where each team was going to be when, who hadn't trained together last time around, who had trained together last time around, which facilities were in working order, which training areas needed repair and how much...
All-in-all he tended to save it for a day when he knew the elder Shinra would be safely occupied.
"A pack doesn't leap because it's told - a pack leaps because every individual, all at once, decides to leap."
It was what Veld had quoted him when he had asked about the training schedules-the idea that every Turk should know how each member of their team would react to any situation.
Now, it wasn't that Tseng disagreed, if anything he thought Veld was being too limited, what was the point of knowing how your teammates reacted if you didn't know how the members of the other teams would react? Multi-team missions weren't rare, but they happened often enough.
A true member of the Turks would know how each of their fellows would move, and how to support them, like any true pack.
And what were the Turks but a pack of wolves?
Oct. 25
Final Fantasy VII, Cid/Shera/Vincent: Cuddling/afterglow: "but we all have our wounds"
Convincing Vincent to take off his glove had taken three months, to get Shera to not automatically whang them with the cast iron skillet she kept under her pillow had taken four weeks, and to get Cid to shut up long enough for them to have sex took about and hour.
They each had their layers, their scars-either given, taken, or forced.
But slowly, bit by bit, they relaxed, unwound, and would quite happily spend a lazy morning abed after a pleasant night-time romp.
***
Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Tifa: Companionship - as long as he's sticking around, he might as well help out.
The off-key songbird had Tifa flipping out of bed into a defensive crouch and shooting the window the nastiest look she could, damn bird, one of these days she was just going to put that bloody thing out of its misery, only good thing about it was that it always sang just before opening...
A glance at the clock had her grabbing her clothes and diving for the bathroom across the hall, water splashed onto her face, toilet, clothes changed and tossed back into her room she ran down the stairs-her whole day gone and she had had so much to do. The house was a mess, the kids needed to do their homework, the bar wasn't prepped, the customers would be here any minute, and no one had been fed-
At the bottom of the stair Tifa screeched to a halt.
The house was a mess...The living room had been cleaned up, piles of clothing that had needed mending were gone, the pile of shoes by the front door had all been sorted and put away into the fixed shoe shelf, and someone had dusted and also taken a water and lightning materia to the stains in the carpets.
The kids needed to do their homework...Giggling drew her to the kitchen where she saw none of the previous night's dishes; simply cloth covered counter tops with a variety of pots and pans drying on them and the dishwasher chugging along. At the kitchen table were the youngest four, homework and books spread out before them.
No one had been fed...On one corner of the table was a small stack of plates that had once held a meal. Sitting amongst the youngsters was Rude, carefully leading Sai through a math problem; the dark Turk looked up at her, smiled, nodded, and jerked a thumb at the door.
The bar wasn't prepped, the customers would be here any minute...Whoever had cleaned the house had also gone over the bar, there wasn't a repaired table leg or chair in the place, the biggest and most prominent of the stains were gone, the shelves behind the bar were stocked and the glasses that weren't in use were lined up in a shiny clean row.
And behind the counter was Cloud, mixing drinks, washing glasses and keeping one eye on Marlene, Denzel and the rest of the oldest as they took orders and the other on Rude as he served drinks. As he looked up from cleaning the last glass the blond smiled at her, "Hey, figured since we were here we might as well help out."
Tifa's smile was one half relief, one half gratitude, and all happy.
Oct. 26
Final Fantasy VII/Sailor Moon crossover, Sephiroth/Sailor Saturn: Peeping Senshi - "Omigosh, Usagi-chan, Makoto-chan, guess what *I* saw?!"
"Are you sure about this?"
"I think I can handle meeting your compatriots my star, and knowing my luck better now than later when one of them mistakes me for an enemy."
"...that wasn't quite what I meant."
"...?"
"They're rather, well, exuberant, optimistic, loud-"
"I lived with Zack for several years; I think I can handle it."
"..."
"Yes I brought the earplugs."
"Good because I think my surprise just got blown."
"...I assume we are to ignore the running feet?"
"Yep, don't worry, they always mean well..."
*sigh*
***
Rei ran up the temple steps at top speed, bursting into the courtyard, she stopped just long enough to grab a breath of air, and then blurted "Omigosh, Usagi-chan, Makoto-chan, Guess what *I* saw?"
Her fellow gossip queens looked up with avid curiosity, they knew what that Look meant.
***
In the distance Sephiroth flinched as delighted female squeals reached his ears.
Earplugs, would definitely be using the earplugs.
Oct. 27
Kingdom Hearts, Sora/Kairi/Riku: double penetration - "I might be greedy..."
She knew what they were saying about her, and while she could understand, it did get tiring.
Riku was long and lean, all muscle and grace, solid and silent, quicksilver in the night.
Sora was energy and enthusiasm, a bit stocky with abs to drool over, dancing sunlight and bright smiles.
So she could understand...That they were all jealous.
Though perhaps in one way, they were right, it was a bit greedy of her to want them both at the same time.
Though pressed between them, skin on skin, sweat and breath mixing into a brew of pure lust, she found she didn't really give a damn.
Oct. 29
Kingdom Hearts 2, Axel/Roxas: Wedding dress, humor - "How did I let that little keyblade talk ME into wearing the dress?"
Floor length, layered, strapless dress.
Beaded, feathered, and gilded tassels in his hair.
One inch heels-he'd refused the two-inchers-on his feet with little strappy things going up his legs and tied of at the knee.
The only thing he could remotely like about this whole get-up was that its colors were in black, red, gold and more black.
He understood why they had to go through this-it was after all the only way to get close enough to this worlds idiot and shut down the Heartless.
But still, why did he have to be the one wearing the dress?
Oct. 30
Transformers Movie, Jazz/Bumblebee: overdosing on pop culture - "that's the way (uh huh uh huh) I like it"
Turn and dip, high kick and spin, arm sway left-up-right, spin, pelvic thrust-thrust-thrust-
"What. Are they doing?" Asked Ironhide. Watching Jazz and 'Bee gyrate before him.
"I don't know. And I don't want to know." Answered Ratchet. Exchanging a look the two mechs vacated the premises for more sane climes.
Sitting where the two hadn't been able to see him, Miles wrote on a clipboard. Only 17 seconds to have Ironhide and Ratchet running, Optimus was currently locked up in his office and refusing to come out, Will was systematically getting drunk, Eps and Simmonds had both walked away muttering, and Sam, Mikela and Banachek had all laughed till they cried.
As soon as Ratchet got the new hard-holo system perfected, they were so going to rule 'So You Think You Can Dance.'
P.S. Will tag tomorrow, fingers tired from editing.
Real Life, Family, Family, Even More Family, Temp Hunting, Job Hunting, discovering and getting hooked onto WOW-thanks DnD group-and the search for a laptop that actually WORKS.
Luckily I was able to work on something, thus below is explanation and fic.
SpringKink Meme Thing, okay let me explain this first, as those of you participating already know the prompt lists are rather long, by the time I got done reading them I could never remember which ones I wanted to do. So to make it easier, I would copy and past the one I thought I could do well onto a file and then pick from that list.
Here's my mistake, I didn't erase the file. I just added to it, thus, many springkinks later, whenever I contemplate erasing it my muses start screaming about all the potential fic I'd be throwing away-I swear my muses are worse pack-rats than I am!
So in order to shut the muses up and get rid of the file, I'm giving each prompt a single page and telling the muses 'Go'. It's gone surprisingly well when I've had time to work on it.
And for those of you wondering, yes I did ask those running SK if it was okay to use the prompts, but as I got no answer to any of my queries, I'm taking the silence as a go ahead.
However, if you see a prompt that you sumbitted, and don't like what I did, just let me know and I'll be happy to take it off.
Enjoy!
SKMT#1 - 2007 - Fall
Oct. 1
Fruits Basket, Hatori/Ayame/Shigeru: high schoolers in the red-light district - "the wild boys are calling"
He could see it in the way Ayame tilted his head, the angle of his eyes, could practically SMELL it-if that made any sense-did sea horses even HAVE a sense of smell?
The brush of fingers on the back of his nape, turning in time to see a fleeting glace before he was back to teasing the other.
He knew, oh yes, Shigeru knew-what he only just caught, what he wanted to see-the dog knew.
Arms suddenly draped around his neck, a mouth at his throat, tasting his pulse-warmth at his front, lips on his own-hands tracing his front-his back-his sides-his-!
Arch-and-cry-and-whine and he slumped between them.
He could SEE it, the way they looked, the tilt of their heads, the glance of their eyes, the way they licked their lips and trailed fingers over everything.
***
Gundum Wing, Trowa/Quatre: first kiss - "You can close your eyes, if that makes it any easier."
Just inches away and he can clearly see the blonds' eyelashes, curved and full, closer still and he can see his own brown reflected in those deep desert-blue eyes.
At that point the old jeep they were in jounced and Trowa's lips met Quatre's nose.
Nothing like Duo's driving to spoil the mood.
"Ouch! Sorry 'bout that guys, I'll try to warn you for the next one, but you sure you want to do this now? 'Cause while I gotta admit I like the show, you are kinda distracting."
"Duo-"
"You can close your eyes, if that makes it any easier." Quatre finished, grabbing Trowa's shirt and hauling him down to finish what they started.
And just as soon as they were done, he was really going to have to do something about Duo's wolf-whistling.
***
Vampire Game, Ishtar/Darres: revelation - "Oh, Darres, you truly are an idiot!"
From the first time they met, Ishtar had been in love. Darres on the other had had been completely dense. And after over a decade of waiting for him to wake up and smell the incense, she decided she wasn't going to wait any more.
With Duzie playing distraction with the others, she was free to do what she should have ages ago...
Whack him over the head, call him an idiot, and kiss him.
Luckily, Darres caught on quick. She just hoped Duzie was up to playing decoy all night, from the way things were going, maybe he hadn't been so dense after all.
Oct. 4
Kingdom Hearts, Axel: Car won't start - "Come on! Don't do this to me!"
He was late; he was late, late, late, late!
Fuck it he was LATE!
Nutrient bar and drink shoved into pocket, books already in bag just had to grab a couple extra things, finger comb hair, throw on some clothes that weren't very wrinkled and didn't smell that bad.
Pack on his back, jacket thrown over his shoulder, Axel slammed out of his apartment, locket the door-he wasn't making that mistake again-and ran down the hallway at full speed.
Out into the parking lot, keys out, practically slamming himself into the door, dangit, this wasn't just a fraggin class-if he didn't show up today he might not get another chance to ask-door open, stuff tossed in, keys in ignition-
It didn't start.
"Come on! Don't do this to me!" Visions of blond hair and blue eyes standing next to him faded under the reality that we was going to miss his first class.
Oct. 5
Saiyuki, Sanzo/Hazel - tentacles - "I blame this on you!"
"And if you had bothered to READ that stupid scroll before blindly using it in battle we wouldn't be in this mess!"
While Goku had to admit, Sanzo had been pretty intimidating before-when he'd just had a gun, a fan and wicked aim. Now that he had a few dozen extra appendages that could add another six feet to his height, the Monks' scare-factor had taken a definite hike.
"Now, now, there's no need for that, if ya'll just calm down I'm sure we can get this fixed-wark" Goku felt himself edge back as many limbs wrapped around Hazel.
"Oh I'll fix this alright. Kill the caster, kill the spell."
Oct. 6
Transformers G1, Protectobots: cuddlepile - "an engine-purr chorus"
Hotspot woke up with his head on someone's torso, his back on the floor, and both legs at different elevations than his body. One arm was pinned to his side; the other was beside his head.
From the feel of what his feet were resting on, it was probably blades and groove, he knew it was First Aid curled up beside him, and he suspected Streetwise was on First Aids other side.
Nothing like a battle gone wrong to make them more in need of touch with each other, and if the sounds First Aid and Blades were making, they needed it far more than anticipated.
Oct. 7
Beast Wars, Optimus Primal/Dinobot: animal instinct - "taming the savage beast"
Dinobot was a warrior, clear mind, and ready body, adaptable and flexible both mentally and physically.
The Velociraptor was a bundle of energy, sensory information, and predatory instinct that was forged ages ago in a savage environment.
So it was of very little surprise that every once in a while the Raptor got the better of him, tickling his nose with scents, triggering instincts during fights about pray, and pack, and flight.
There were also the nights when it drove him outside into the night-and those were the most dangerous nights.
Luckily, or unluckily however you saw it, Primal was enough in tune with his own animal that on those nights he could easily run circles around the Raptor until it was ready to let Dinobot go back to the base and sleep.
***
Fruits Basket, Kyo/Tohru: martial arts, gruff gentleness - "That is so not how you throw a punch."
Kyo looked down at his arm, and then slowly back up at Tohru....
"That is so not how you throw a punch."
"B-but that's how they do it in the movies!"
He snorted, well, movies, no wonder.
"Movies are rigged you know, its all fake fighting, they have to learn a special style to make it look real without hurting anyone."
"Oh." He could hear the droop in her voice.
Reaching out he adjusted her hand and finger, pushed it back into proper position, and then moved it back out the correct way.
"That is how you throw a punch."
Oct. 8
Kingdom Hearts, Axel/Riku: Rivals - Anything you can do, I can do better.
Today it had started as soon as they hit the beach, Riku had begun his warm-ups, and Axel went straight to his weapons practice.
Riku snagged one of the poles on the beach and began a complicated pattern-set, Axel started juggling coconuts.
In the back of her mind Kairi could swear she heard someone playing the 'Anything you can do' song.
"I think we're going to have to remind them that while you share the same existence, you're two different people." She said to Sora as the brunette looked on, exasperated at them both.
***
Pet Shop of Horrors, Leon/D: denial - "...And for your information, no, I'm not happy to see you and yes, I DO have a leek in my pocket!"
Leon came in all cylinders running and NOT in a good mood.
"Why hello officer." D said, and then turned his head sideways as he watched the other walk towards him. "Is that a leek in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" Leon could just HEAR the delight in the man's voice. Luckily, he could tell the honest truth today.
"For your information, no, I'm not happy to see you and yes, I DO have a leek in my pocket!" Pulling said vegetable out he first shoved it into the man's face, then hand, and then turned to leave.
He hated loosing bets.
Oct. 9
Fruits Basket, Kyo/Yuki/Tohru: Kyo in original form, growling - "it's okay to be afraid"
It had been an accident this time; they had been walking home, taking the long way through the woods to avoid Yuki's fanclub and Kagura's latest rampage.
He and Yuki had gotten into another fight when he'd turned to the rat and the bracelet had gotten caught on the branch of a small tree.
It had slipped off without him knowing, but not without Yuki and Tohru seeing.
He had all of five seconds to wonder what the heck they were looking at and why with such shock when the pain hit.
Burning, it was the only was to explain it. He was burning away from the inside out, blood boiling, skin searing off, hair crisping as the monster inside him forced its way out.
He was finally able to stand up minutes later, joints aching, claws on all four limbs twitching as his system adjusted to his new form. And the smells. As he breathed in he could smell EVERYTHING, the scents of the trees, the loam and earth beneath his paws, the remains of his skin sizzling beside him, even-
He looked over at Yuki and Tohru, both were dead white, both were tense, both were trying to keep their faces absolutely still and bottle their fear.
He knew, he could smell it.
"Stop it." He growled and they flinched back, his voice was now sandpaper rough and even he could feel it on his skin. "It's okay to be afraid."
Oct. 12
Naruto, Iruka/Kakashi (name order unimportant): Giving chase - Creative use of ninja skills.
Since its founding Konoha had had a wide range of traditions, from the practical to the down right weird. When you got that many different people, from so many different places and backgrounds together it was inevitable. The courting traditions tended to fall into the later category.
If you were a ninja, a simple query to you sempai would get you a quick explanation about what was going on-and even if you weren't thanks to Konoha's wonderfully efficient grapevine someone would come around in the first couple days to make sure you knew what was going on.
When an Inuzuka went courting for real they always came with a gift, to show that they could provide for the family to be. And if you knew what was going on-and reciprocated the feelings-did likewise when it came time to meet the relatives.
The Hyuuga displayed their civility and wisdom, the Aburame a surprising propensity for art, the Uchiha's danced (and that surprised the HELL out of Sakura and Naruto), the Yamanaka hauled out the checkbook, and the Akimichi's took you to visit the families' lands (how else were they able to afford to eat so much?).
The Nara would look you straight in the eye, tell you how they felt, hand you a bell shaped to look like two hands intertwined-and then say they'd come back in a month for your answer.
The smart ones didn't wait for them to come back to give their answer.
So it should come as no surprise to him that the Umino's had their own traditions, and that Iruka was determined to follow them.
Looking back he should have realized the signs, the several overheard conversations Iruka had been having with his fellow teachers or other friends, the ones that the chunin had carefully guided until they were talking about their own families traditions for courting.
The quiet queries about his own family, the invites to dinner, and the times Iruka caught him spying when he really shouldn't have been able to.
He had heard Iruka say with his own ears that in his family the tradition was that they had to take what they were good at or loved doing and use it in a creative and unique way to impress who they desired.
But he had no idea that 'creative use of ninja skills' also included getting your 30 current students to help you catch the person you were interested in, while all of your past students watched from the sidelines and either cheered you on or watched for escape attempts.
Trussed up like a prized pig, Kakashi was currently being carried through town to Iruka's place on the backs of a half-dozen of Konoha's future ninja brats.
His own brats were currently walking side-by-side with Iruka, congratulating him on his 'catch'. The traitors, he'd deal with them later.
With a purely mental sigh Kakashi began racking his brain to remember where he put that book his father gave him about the Hatake clan traditions-on the other hand he could just start one of his own.
If Iruka could get that many kids working together, a few days with his nin-dogs should be no problem.
Oct. 13
Final Fantasy VII, Reeve/Tseng/Sephiroth: snark contest - "you're not the only one who appreciates the ridiculousness of all this."
They were trapped in an elevator.
They were trapped in a ten foot wide, six foot deep, ten foot tall room with three sides made of glass.
They were trapped because some idiot in the labs had not only managed to release several of the monsters that were being kept there, but while said beasts were escaping had managed to mix several chemicals to create a mix that was either very noxious or deadly poison.
Deadly to those normal, noxious to SOLDIERs.
Tseng was betting that whoever did this was no idiot.
Now stuck between the 29th and 30th floors, the earlier activity of organizing their departments to deal with the situation done, they could only wait for the building to be vented and the monsters hunted down and destroyed so the power could be restored and they could get out of here.
In the meantime they were bored off their asses.
Reeve was currently sitting on the floor typing away at his computer, Sephiroth was holding up the wall, and Tseng...Tseng was currently trying not to sigh for the hundredth time.
After the first two minutes of silence once the PHS's had been shut off, Tseng had started listing the various ways he knew how to get out of an elevator and how they could apply to the current situation. And from the look on Sephiroth's face he wasn't the only one.
And then Reeve had taken one look at them both, calmly listed the very same things he had been mentally tabulating-plus a few extra-as well as why they would be very bad ideas right now.
Tseng hadn't been the only one to boggle at the man.
"In case you've forgotten, I AM an engineer. We're supposed to think of these things when we design something." They were trapped by good design, joy.
Tseng sighed, and checked his PHS for messages.
"Tseng, you're not the only one who appreciates the ridiculousness of all this."
"Ridiculousness?"
"Shinra's greatest weapon and the head of the Turks, caged by good engineering."
On the other side of the room Reeve snickered.
***
Final Fantasy VII, Tseng/Elena/Reno/Rude: Trust - "Being safe sure as hell wasn't in the job description, but times like these made up for it.'
It was blood and fear and pain. It was adrenaline and bullets and bruises. It was back to back, room by room, bone deep trust that they would each be where they needed to be, do what was needed to do. And that at the end of the day they would all four still be standing, covered in blood, guts and who knows what else, bruised and shot and bleeding and ready to drop but all smiling like the devil's own kin.
Oct. 14
Beast Wars, Blackarachnia/Silverbolt: kidnapping - "tired of playing the damsel"
Another day, another predacon attack, another bought of listening to the echoes of Megatron's delusions of grandeur, another round of barely dodged shots and minor damage.
The usual.
What he didn't expect was the webbing now wrapping him up like some Adulthood gift and hauling him skyward.
Nor Blackarachnia calmly telling Dinobot and Rattrap that she'd return him once she was done with him.
His fellow maximals had stared at her, turned to look at him, back to the she-spider, then at each other.
"Have fun wolfie!" Rattrap scampered off.
"I suggest not bothering with your cyber-venom; it's a bit obvious at this point." With that the velociraptor left.
Silverbolt looked down into Blackarachnia's eyes and couldn't decided which emotion was filling him more; total terror or absolute delight.
***
Kingdom Hearts, Princesses of Heart in any combination: cheerfully pervy girl talk: "Can you tie a cherry stem in a knot with your tongue?"
"Can I what?"
"Can you tie a cherry stem in a knot with your tongue?"
"Um...never tried it-and this has what now to do with our current situation?"
"Just trying to pass the time." And with that Jasmine went back to reading Davey Jone's book of sea tales.
Kairi, Beauty, and Cinderella exchanged a look before turning back to their previous conversation.
The Fates, Kairi knew, could be capricious, cunning and down right incomprehensible without even trying on a bad day. Which she imagined was what had somehow landed all four of them into the oceans of the Caribbean only to be picked up by the one and only Davey Jones, Keeper of those who die at sea, Guider of the Lost, and many other titles.
Luckily for them, Davey Jones was-at the moment anyway-neutral. But from what they saw of his appearance that might be changing soon.
At the moment though, their conversation was on how to get off the ship and back to Tortuga....
"Have any of you ever slept with someone other than your Prince Charming?"
Except for Jasmine who seemed to have a one-track mind at the moment.
"Don't give me that look girls, think it over-if Davey Jones admits that he has us he'll get all sorts of attention from people he DOSEN'T want bothering him, and I'm not even talking about the other side.
No, if what Kairi has said about being a Princess of Heart is true, then what is best for Davey Jones is to let us off at some small quiet spot that will have a ship coming along soon so we can make our way back to Tortuga or some other Junction point on this world.
And he can't dump us in this Worlds afterlife, since we don't belong here and we're not dead, and if he tried we'd probably not only get some help, but this World will probably remind him of where he stands in the pecking order by way of some young plucky thing with a cannon."
Gesturing with her arm in a 'There you have it' sort of way, she continued. "Thus, since Davey is now taking care of our travel issues, why don't we concentrate on some other important matters?
So, have any of you ever slept with someone other than your Prince Charming?" Beside her, Beauty and Cinderella exchanged a look while Kairi couldn't help remembering that one stormy night with Tidus.
***
Kingdom Hearts 2, Axel/Roxas: AU/AR, accusations of witchcraft - 'A man who practices by cup and flame, shall perish by the fire.'
"Did you have to burn his clothes off?"
"You expected me to do less? Besides it got you out didn't it?"
"That's not what I'm complaining about."
"Then what's the problem?"
"You burned ALL his clothes off."
"Still don't see the problem."
"They were. Holding me. Kneeling. In front. Of him."
"Ops."
Oct. 15
Kingdom Hearts, Sora/Riku: Genderswitch - Riku drinks the wrong kind of Potion.
"You will find potions in the second pantry on your right."
"Thank You." Riku tightened his grip on Sora and hauled them both through the indicated door, behind him he could hear Yen Sid chanting, reinforcing his protections against the heartless that had been following them for the past days.
'Second pantry on right, second pantry on right.' The room was lined with closets and had a quartet of tables in the center with a multitude of glass stuff on it. Closets, cabinets, pantries-whichever. After getting Sora parked on a stool reasonably upright he opened the second on the right and scanned for the tale-tell green and blue glows of potions and ethers.
He found one green with a whole row of bright blues beside it. Not exactly what he wanted-nor expected-from Yen Sid but fine, get enough magic into Sora and he could Heal himself-Riku too. Carefully he scooped up the whole row-then snagged the potion anyway-less work.
Grabbing two he uncorked one and shoved it into Sora's hand and tossed his own back. Two more rounds and his magic was just back at its max, Sora was on his fourth and already casting on himself. Automatically he reached for the green and drank it down, wasn't what he was expecting of Yen Sid, guy was usually better stocked than this-
The taste nearly made him sneeze but he drank it down anyway. They all knew that the mage was constantly experimenting with potion recipes; make them heal more with less ingredients, but seriously, Yuck!
Between the last swallow and the first inhale Riku felt as if he had both gone through an earthquake and a lightning strike in the same moment.
Coughing he leaned against the table, if this was Yen Sid's latest then No Thanks! If anything he felt just as he had when he walked in the door!
"Uh....Riku..." The look on Sora's face was a combination of 'Oh Shit!', 'Uh-oh' and panicked hilarity.
"Young man, you are aware that the difference between a pantry and a closet is that the former usually contains that which is considered edible?" A wave of his hand and a door three down from the one he'd opened revealed a row of Full Elixirs.
Riku looked back at the bottle in his hand, then if that wasn't a potion he drank...Following Sora's gaze he looked down at his now bulging chest.
'Aw Hell No!'
"Not Again" He growled...Wasn't that last world they were on enough?
Oct. 16
Avatar, Katara/Zuko: tradition - "You're all primitives."
Zuko hit the ground covered and surrounded by ice and snow with Katara straddling him.
"What are you DOING?"
"You said we'd observe the more important of my tribe's traditions Zuko, right?"
"Yes, but what does this have to do with anything?"
"In my tribe when a bender wants to take another bender as a mate they have to fight that bender to show how strong they are."
Zuko looked up at her for a long moment, blinked and said "You're all primitives."
"And proud of it." Katara said before bending down and kissing him.
Oct. 17
Final Fantasy VII, Cid/Vincent: Normalcy amid strangeness - stop moping and drink your goddamn tea!
The mid-morning sun finally got around the shrubs and into his eyes. Flipping over didn't work, the air was quickly getting to warm to stay in bed much longer...And something was poking him in the chest.
Cracking an eye open it took him a minute to realize that the large black blur in front of him was in fact a large black chest.
Chaos, right.
Not bothering to try and get back to sleep Cid detangled himself from the blankets and stretched. Cracking his neck he automatically reached down and rapped the knuckles of the too-large hand that he'd become quite familiar with. "Not now, I've got engine tests to run today."
A mouth proportional to the hand ran equally proportional fangs along his shoulder and up his neck.
"All right, but make it a quickie, I need to get around already."
The darkness behind him purred as it used its considerable weight to push him to the floor.
***
An hour, the previously agreed upon quickie, a shower, a change of clothes and Cid was in the kitchen one eye on the pot, the other with his hands in the fridge grumbling about perverted demons and their inability to behave.
It was one thing to have sex with Chaos, it was quite another to start out with Chaos, have Galian come out mid-thrust, only to have Chaos return for the big finish.
The kettle's whistle pulled him out of the fridge-hands full of various leftovers-but didn't fully cover sheepish feet coming down the hallway.
Pouring hot water over herbs, Cid kept an ear cocked at the hallway. He knew what those hesitant footsteps meant-more importantly he knew what to do about them.
As gold clad feet came into view-long hair covering his eyes as Vincent paused at the threshold-Cid didn't even look up as he put Vinney's cup at his spot and growling turned back to reheating the leftovers.
"Sit down, shut up, stop moping, and drink your goddamn tea!"
Oct. 19
FAKE, Drake/JJ: Angsting over one's sexuality - I just wish I was queer so I could get chicks.
"Seriously, I mean it, sometimes I just wish I was Queer so I could get chicks-I've even considered faking it, Y'now?"
"Wouldn't work." JJ shot him down.
"What? Why not? What makes you so sure?" Drake asked
"Guy back in the academy tried that, it didn't matter who he approached, they always caught him out, every time."
"For real?"
"For real man, they've all, like, got this radar or something. They KNOW."
"Shit."
JJ just patted drake on the back and handed him another beer, this was gonna be a long night.
Oct. 22
Kingdom Hearts 2, Sora/Riku: Unintentional striptease - Sora being completely oblivious.
Okay, the throwing them into the water to win the fight he could tolerate, and even Sora dropping wet had happened enough that he was able to ignore it.
But stripping to his boxers, piece by piece, practically pealing the fabric off his skin, water running in rivulets down into every crevice and line on his body-that was something he wasn't going to ignore.
"Riku? What's wrong? What's that look fo-Mph!"
Oct. 23
Final Fantasy VII, Nanaki: in heat - "This is so embarrassing."
The downsides of being the last of your kind were many. The most annoying he'd found, was the lack of details about reproduction.
It had taken Aeris and her connection to the Planet to figure out what was wrong.
Needless to say, it had been rather embarrassing to discover that his species went into heat-and he was MALE!
Sitting in the tub of ice, Nanaki tried to focus on how good his cooled skin felt, and not on how disturbing it was to have his senses going haywire like this.
***
Final Fantasy VII, Zangan/Tifa: healing - "bloody knuckles, black eyes"
The slashes had stopped bleeding, but Zangan knew the healing was only skin deep, that under uncut skin red pooled in severed muscles, sliced bone rubbed and every breath brought her closer to dying in her own unmarred skin.
Nibelheim was now a world of flame and ruin, the screams now silenced by either sword or fire. Those with the brains hadn't waited around for the mayor to stop babbling and instead had relied on old reflex from the days of random raids by monsters that once wore human skin. Bolt-holes and hiding places once dug for bandits now hid villagers from the one Shinra propaganda dubbed 'Hero'.
He had to move quickly, from the faint thumping Shinra's dogs were already within the range and would soon land. It would be some time before his energy recovered enough to cast and Zangan did not want to try fighting off who knew how many of whatever they were bringing with an injured student to look after and no magic to back himself up.
Zangan had already been in and out of town, collecting what little he could from the undamaged buildings, grabbing a meal from someone's untouched dinner while trying to find enough supplies to get them to the next town.
Now he carefully eased Tifa onto his back, pack strapped to his front he headed south and west, arching around the direction the choppers were coming from. If they could stay out of sight until the fliers were past he should be able to sneak them to Geirheim, grab a few potions and head for the plains.
He knew starting over would be hard on Tifa, that's why he hadn't gone to her home-best to make it a clean break, no memories, no mementos', nothing to link her to a town he was sure was soon not to exist anymore. Nothing to tie a young woman from a dead town to another that would soon be living under the plates of Midgar.
Shinra had always had the habit of not seeing what was right under its own nose.
Oct. 24
Final Fantasy VII, Turks: Minds thinking alike - "A pack doesn't leap because it's told - a pack leaps because every individual, all at once, decides to leap."
Training, training, and more training.
Personnel files, data charts and schedules spread out in front of Tseng like a paper 3D map of Midgar's surrounding environs.
With the latest training schedule almost finished it was time to set up the next one.
And it was anything but easy.
Figuring where each team was going to be when, who hadn't trained together last time around, who had trained together last time around, which facilities were in working order, which training areas needed repair and how much...
All-in-all he tended to save it for a day when he knew the elder Shinra would be safely occupied.
"A pack doesn't leap because it's told - a pack leaps because every individual, all at once, decides to leap."
It was what Veld had quoted him when he had asked about the training schedules-the idea that every Turk should know how each member of their team would react to any situation.
Now, it wasn't that Tseng disagreed, if anything he thought Veld was being too limited, what was the point of knowing how your teammates reacted if you didn't know how the members of the other teams would react? Multi-team missions weren't rare, but they happened often enough.
A true member of the Turks would know how each of their fellows would move, and how to support them, like any true pack.
And what were the Turks but a pack of wolves?
Oct. 25
Final Fantasy VII, Cid/Shera/Vincent: Cuddling/afterglow: "but we all have our wounds"
Convincing Vincent to take off his glove had taken three months, to get Shera to not automatically whang them with the cast iron skillet she kept under her pillow had taken four weeks, and to get Cid to shut up long enough for them to have sex took about and hour.
They each had their layers, their scars-either given, taken, or forced.
But slowly, bit by bit, they relaxed, unwound, and would quite happily spend a lazy morning abed after a pleasant night-time romp.
***
Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Tifa: Companionship - as long as he's sticking around, he might as well help out.
The off-key songbird had Tifa flipping out of bed into a defensive crouch and shooting the window the nastiest look she could, damn bird, one of these days she was just going to put that bloody thing out of its misery, only good thing about it was that it always sang just before opening...
A glance at the clock had her grabbing her clothes and diving for the bathroom across the hall, water splashed onto her face, toilet, clothes changed and tossed back into her room she ran down the stairs-her whole day gone and she had had so much to do. The house was a mess, the kids needed to do their homework, the bar wasn't prepped, the customers would be here any minute, and no one had been fed-
At the bottom of the stair Tifa screeched to a halt.
The house was a mess...The living room had been cleaned up, piles of clothing that had needed mending were gone, the pile of shoes by the front door had all been sorted and put away into the fixed shoe shelf, and someone had dusted and also taken a water and lightning materia to the stains in the carpets.
The kids needed to do their homework...Giggling drew her to the kitchen where she saw none of the previous night's dishes; simply cloth covered counter tops with a variety of pots and pans drying on them and the dishwasher chugging along. At the kitchen table were the youngest four, homework and books spread out before them.
No one had been fed...On one corner of the table was a small stack of plates that had once held a meal. Sitting amongst the youngsters was Rude, carefully leading Sai through a math problem; the dark Turk looked up at her, smiled, nodded, and jerked a thumb at the door.
The bar wasn't prepped, the customers would be here any minute...Whoever had cleaned the house had also gone over the bar, there wasn't a repaired table leg or chair in the place, the biggest and most prominent of the stains were gone, the shelves behind the bar were stocked and the glasses that weren't in use were lined up in a shiny clean row.
And behind the counter was Cloud, mixing drinks, washing glasses and keeping one eye on Marlene, Denzel and the rest of the oldest as they took orders and the other on Rude as he served drinks. As he looked up from cleaning the last glass the blond smiled at her, "Hey, figured since we were here we might as well help out."
Tifa's smile was one half relief, one half gratitude, and all happy.
Oct. 26
Final Fantasy VII/Sailor Moon crossover, Sephiroth/Sailor Saturn: Peeping Senshi - "Omigosh, Usagi-chan, Makoto-chan, guess what *I* saw?!"
"Are you sure about this?"
"I think I can handle meeting your compatriots my star, and knowing my luck better now than later when one of them mistakes me for an enemy."
"...that wasn't quite what I meant."
"...?"
"They're rather, well, exuberant, optimistic, loud-"
"I lived with Zack for several years; I think I can handle it."
"..."
"Yes I brought the earplugs."
"Good because I think my surprise just got blown."
"...I assume we are to ignore the running feet?"
"Yep, don't worry, they always mean well..."
*sigh*
***
Rei ran up the temple steps at top speed, bursting into the courtyard, she stopped just long enough to grab a breath of air, and then blurted "Omigosh, Usagi-chan, Makoto-chan, Guess what *I* saw?"
Her fellow gossip queens looked up with avid curiosity, they knew what that Look meant.
***
In the distance Sephiroth flinched as delighted female squeals reached his ears.
Earplugs, would definitely be using the earplugs.
Oct. 27
Kingdom Hearts, Sora/Kairi/Riku: double penetration - "I might be greedy..."
She knew what they were saying about her, and while she could understand, it did get tiring.
Riku was long and lean, all muscle and grace, solid and silent, quicksilver in the night.
Sora was energy and enthusiasm, a bit stocky with abs to drool over, dancing sunlight and bright smiles.
So she could understand...That they were all jealous.
Though perhaps in one way, they were right, it was a bit greedy of her to want them both at the same time.
Though pressed between them, skin on skin, sweat and breath mixing into a brew of pure lust, she found she didn't really give a damn.
Oct. 29
Kingdom Hearts 2, Axel/Roxas: Wedding dress, humor - "How did I let that little keyblade talk ME into wearing the dress?"
Floor length, layered, strapless dress.
Beaded, feathered, and gilded tassels in his hair.
One inch heels-he'd refused the two-inchers-on his feet with little strappy things going up his legs and tied of at the knee.
The only thing he could remotely like about this whole get-up was that its colors were in black, red, gold and more black.
He understood why they had to go through this-it was after all the only way to get close enough to this worlds idiot and shut down the Heartless.
But still, why did he have to be the one wearing the dress?
Oct. 30
Transformers Movie, Jazz/Bumblebee: overdosing on pop culture - "that's the way (uh huh uh huh) I like it"
Turn and dip, high kick and spin, arm sway left-up-right, spin, pelvic thrust-thrust-thrust-
"What. Are they doing?" Asked Ironhide. Watching Jazz and 'Bee gyrate before him.
"I don't know. And I don't want to know." Answered Ratchet. Exchanging a look the two mechs vacated the premises for more sane climes.
Sitting where the two hadn't been able to see him, Miles wrote on a clipboard. Only 17 seconds to have Ironhide and Ratchet running, Optimus was currently locked up in his office and refusing to come out, Will was systematically getting drunk, Eps and Simmonds had both walked away muttering, and Sam, Mikela and Banachek had all laughed till they cried.
As soon as Ratchet got the new hard-holo system perfected, they were so going to rule 'So You Think You Can Dance.'
P.S. Will tag tomorrow, fingers tired from editing.