Jul 01, 2006 00:44
I'm feeling stuck in a rut, so I seek distraction in drabble form. Anyone want one?
Rules are simple:
i. Three requests.
ii. I need to know the fandom.
iii. No other restrictions. (I already know I'm going to regret this -.-;;;; )
Have at!
fanfic,
challenges
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It cried out for angst!
*offers tissues*
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Do you Kindgom Hearts?
Riku, music
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He was everything Rad wasn't. A sniveling bratty little husk of child who could have been made up of all the things that Gwendal beat out of Rad years ago. All big eyes and innocence and a snotty nose when he cries.
Rad's tried to do what someone else should have. Someone like his no-good father who got himself killed for knocking up the Maou and cursed Rad with this life and everything he's gone through to keep it. And, he knows how bad it looks, knows that it makes him look like a monster ( ... )
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It's what lonely kids do, make up nonsense to fill the silence and fool the mind into believing that there are people there. Like a skipping rhyme when he's throwing stones. Alone.
Because there were two of them, 'til Kari came. Then there were three and it was good, it was great for a while. Then, somehow, somewhen when he wasn't paying attention, they stopped being the 'Us three' and started to be 'Us two and Riku'.
And it hurts.
It hurts to watch his best friend apologise for ditching him, with his eyes bright and happy and always looking at her, even when Riku's right there! It hurts to know that he's not wanted, not totally welcome and only kept around because neither of the others can figure out how to tell him to leave ( ... )
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I dunno what's up with the prompts...I must be feeling creative XD
Fandom: GO
Characters: Aziraphale x Crowley
Prompt: Comfort in chaos
Fandom: OMGMaou
Characters: Aki and IC!Murata
Prompt: A place to call home
Fandom: 7th Sea
Characters: Sébastien and/x Lucete
Prompt: It's all about compromise
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Only when his own lover is more God than Man, icy and distant and bitter as the sea, does Murata climb the steps to the old diplomats' quarters. Usually he comes with hot angry words still ringing in his ears and with tears burning against the back of his eyes. He doesn't often fight with Alarik but the Shinou is often unbearable and their fights are viciousIt is not politically expedient for them to brawl as Weller-kyo and his double do, nor is wise to let listening agents hear them shout and shriek at each other. So the rage is suppressed and twisted into venom that they spit into each other's faces, millennia of knowledge driving the barbs deep ( ... )
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1) OMG Maou - IC Yozak, IC Belal; mercy
2) OMG Maou - Doria, Pochi; tinderbox
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No-one knows who delivers them, though the guards routinely patrol the grounds and keep watch over the Seneschal's office. Even the army have been called out to scour the streets in search of the messenger. The envelopes are marked "For the attention of Belal-heika ONLY" and so the staff can only whisper amongst themselves about it during the long hours as the king rages and screams through the Palace and they cower in the basements.
Every week, Belal sees the letters and feels his control dissolve at the mere sight of the envelope. He imagines that even the illiterate scrawl radiates the mongrel's impudence and is already crimson with rage even before the contents of the letter are revealed.
Scraps of paper litter the grate of the fireplace; a water-coloured smile, a curl of windswept brown hair, laughing, loving and the note. Always, the same words, the same flippant curl of letters across a rough rectangle of paper.
"Alive, Free And Never Yours.The letters come once a week ( ... )
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"Oh dear!" She dabbed at her eyes with her apron. "What ever shall we do ( ... )
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Paper rustled and the crowd murmured, eying the two opponents and offering odds on one or other. The air was thick with tension as the two opponents circled each other, alert to the slightest weakness. A feint, a deflection, a flurry of attack and counter!
At last, a decisive blow! And the contest ends, the crowd murmuring approval and a few applauding.
Yuuri scribbled his signature across the bottom of official looking document and smiled across at the pretty (and irate) blonde. "There we go! One properly documented and comphrensive seating list for the Yule celebrations."
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Still, she thought as she finished her warm-up, she could have lived out the rest of her life without finding out about Hokka Cheri-sama's world and the ritual for defending your kinda, technically, sorta lover from unwanted attentions. She could see Hokka Cheri-sama across the ...battlefield and the two distinctly unhappy-looking ( ... )
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I hate those fights, but just like everything else I hate, they happen all the time. And what's worse is that I can't tell you this. I've tried preparing to tell you, tried writing it out and I even tried to just tell you on the spur of the moment.
It never works. The words knot and tangle into a lump of viscous emotion just at the back of my throat. It feels like it did to be naked in front of Gurrier. All exposed and vulnerable with enemies on every side. I hate it so I lash out...and there's a part of me, a tiny corner of my mind and heart that's as twisted as he is, that is glad I can hurt you back like that ( ... )
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