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[pixiemun]

Every person on your flist gets to request a drabble (100-125 words) from you. In return, they have to post this in their journal and write a drabble for you. Post all fandoms you're willing to write for. Your friends can pick a relationship, a story arc, a missing scene, or pretty much anything they want, unless the author has previously mentioned

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[worldly_good]

♥ Caoilinn babysitting. ♥

(bonus points if it makes her want one of her own)

[pixiemun]

Obsendria had been gone for hours, and Caoilinn had the distinct feeling that she was being set up. She grumbled to herself and the screaming infants and grabbed the bottles from the counter. She perfected the temperature with a wisp of irritated magic and walked into the nursery and picked up the children.

She sat down in the rocking chair with a sigh, glancing down at them as she cradled one in each arm, bottles resting against her chest. The moment they latched on, she breathed a sigh of relief into the silence. Matching pairs of innocent eyes peered up at her knowingly as they suckled the bottles. She stared for a minute before smiling softly down at them.

‘Damnit…’ she thought, ‘You win.’

[rigel_sevour]

Something with Mae and Lian. I'd prefer something innocent, but take it wherever it wants to go.

[pixiemun]

Lian turned up the radio and started to sing along as his brother squirted a stream of detergent into the sink.

“That is way too much, Mae.” Lian stared as the water turned green before the suds started to rise.

Mae grinned and plopped a stack of dishes into the sink. “Is not.”

Lian just shook his head and joined him. Together, they worked on the chore of washing the dishes left over from dinner. Mae took over scrubbing while Lian danced around and sung, occasionally pausing to half-heartedly dunk a soapy plate in the water.

The redhead grinned to himself and scooped up a handful of suds while his brother was distracted. He flicked it down the back of Lian’s shirt and snickered at the shriek of outrage.

“See? Just enough!”

[darellian]

Any one of your muses and Haiecere or Llyrevedd or Rigel. ♥ Music need not be involved, though it would be pretty.

Sweet Dreams

[pixiemun]

The elf stilled the strings of his lute and nodded to his companion.

“Ahh, yes. I think I have it now.” Haiecere smiled warmly.

He lifted his flute to his lips and took up the melody. Moments later, the elf opened his mouth and a clear, baritone voice emerged, rising to meet the sweet notes. The flute faltered as the black unicorn stared in shock at the albino. Lachlan grinned at him and continued singing.

When the song ended, the elf smiled softly. “My gift to you. Now, I’m afraid, you really must wake up…” His voice was gentle, lilting.

The dream faded. Haiecere woke with brimming eyes.

In his own room, Lachlan smiled in his sleep.

[serene_melodies]

Something about Ian. Anything. Please? :)

[pixiemun]

I shall get to work on it shortly, darling. ♥

[pixiemun]

They picked their way off of the pat and across the expanse of rock. Ian stopped a few feet from the edge and leaned back, looping his arms around his fiancé. Trace smiled down at him, resting his hands on his shoulders.

Ian looked out over the waterfall tumbling above the wandering river. “Soon. Just a few minutes.”

Moments later, the sun crested the mountainous horizon. The first few rays caught the mist rising from the falls, setting them aflame with gold, shot through with prismatic glimmers.

“Amazing.” Trace said, exhaling in awe.

Ian smiled, looking up at him, “Not nearly as amazing as the man I love.”