Drabble and ficlet free-for-all!

[windandwater]

I AM DRABBLING RIGHT NOW. TAKING ALL COMERS. HIT ME WITH SOMETHING that I know and can reasonably and intelligently drabble about plzkthnx. AND FEEL FREE TO CONTINUALLY HARASS ME UNTIL I WRITE YOUR DRABBLE.

This will kickstart those stupid plotbunnies. Or kill them. Whatever.

STARTING... NOW~!

ONE HOUR. FOR GREAT JUSTICE.


EDIT...

Make that for as long as I feel like it, as I am not sleepy yet. :3 And the bunnies~! They liiiiiiiiiiiiive~!


EDIT THE NEXT GENERATION...

Okay. Getting sleepy. Gonna leave this up for requests. I'll drabble more tomorrow (today?) in between chores and present wrapping and card-filling-out. ^^ Because I know I post like, in the dead of night or something when people in their right minds are asleep (or just waking up *waves at Sharon*).


EDIT DEEP SPACE NINE...

Awake now. And doing things. Go ahead, ask for more drabbles if you like. ^^ I happen to be in a good mood. Will peck at what's already been requested in the meantime. Pimp me. Love me. Do as I say and I will be your slave.

Comments

[sharona1x2.livejournal.com]

Could you write something for Heero/Duo? Anything will do. *looks hopeful*

[windandwater.livejournal.com]

Of course! ♥ Just give me a tiny bit of a prompt. A word, a kink, a sentence, anything. To kickstart the bunnies, of course.

[sharona1x2.livejournal.com]

How about the morning after their first time together? Something not angsty, of course. ^_^

[windsorblue.livejournal.com]

4x2! With...uh...a champagne-glass shaped bathtub, like one would find in a honeymoon suite in the Poconos! Heck, anything you can find in a honeymoon suite in the Poconos will do - go nuts!

[windandwater.livejournal.com]

The heavy suitcase fell from Duo's trembling fingers.

"Wha-- oof! Duo, don't just leave things on the floor!" Quatre chastized, having tripped over the forgotten piece of luggage while juggling with the room's keycard and a stack of mail -- how DID his sisters find him anyway? Setting his own bag against the wall (and out of the way), he finally looked up at Duo, who was standing in the middle of the entryway.

"Don't tell me those drinks on the shuttle are finally catching up to you," Quatre said, then was startled when Duo slumped against a fancy sidetable, one arm around his middle as he shook. "Duo!"

A few quick strides had Quatre at Duo's side, helping to support the other man. His worried marine eyes swept over Duo's flushed face and hunched position. "Duo! Are you alright? What... Are you laughing?"

Duo made a little choked sound, then couldn't hold it in anymore, exploding in loud laughter that could probably be heard on the other side of the hotel. Quatre growled and gave Duo a shove.

"And what was that for? You had me worried for nothing!"

Duo's shoulders shook with mirth once more, before the American could compose himself. "Q-quat... what did you say when you booked this room?"

Fine blond eyebrows furrowed. "I just booked the best room they had available. I know that the reservation was at the last minute but I'm sure that--"

Quatre shut up when Duo's hand covered his mouth. "Mmph!" Then Duo's other hand grasped him firmly by the hair, and turned Quatre's head towards the middle of the room. Quatre's eyes widened in shock.

"Mmmph nnnghff nnnugg mmmiifff!"

"Yup," Duo nodded, his own eyes dancing with mirth and ignoring QUatre's outraged muffled shouts. "You booked us the honeymoon suite, hotshot. I dunno... the decor screams 'retro porn', don't you think?"

Quatre finally pried Duo's hands off him, eying the large, elevated, champagne-shaped bathtub. It was completely see-through, and seemed to vying for domination of the room against the huge round bed covered in numerous pillows and rose petals and--

"Are those MIRRORS on the ceiling?!"

Duo's head nodded, braid swinging and the huge shit-eating grin never leaving his lips. "Retro porno, for sure. That giftbasket filled with lube and stuff on the bedside table is a nice touch."

Quatre just stood aghast in the entryway, watching with a detached sort of horror as Duo left his side to explore the room more.

"Holy shit! You should see the bathroom! You could fit a football team in here!"

The blond twitched, then twitched some more when Duo popped back out to gleefully dump the complementary (and pornographic) gift basket on the bed and riffle through its contents. Duo was still grinning.

"... Duo..."

"... oh hey, mango-flavored, never tried that before, yeah, Quat?"

"Did you happen to change the reservations I made?"

Duo dropped a violently purple dildo onto the bedspread. He stretched one hand over his heart, an expression of shock on his face. "Why, Quatre! Changing the reservations when the hotel is all booked and we have to stay here for two weeks! How dare you accuse me of such a thing! Shocking, really."

The blond sighed, then started to loosen his necktie. "Of course. I just must be tired. One thing though..."

Duo was already poking through the gift basket contents again. "Yeah?"

"Do you think we get our own soundtrack to go with this room?"

Duo only saw the quick flash of the blond's smirk when he looked up, and then Quatre pounced. Rose petals and flavored lube flew all over the place, and Duo made a sound that he would later deny all knowledge of.

And two weeks later, Quatre's suitcase would have a few more music and video discs added to it, buried under his undershirts and ties.

[windsorblue.livejournal.com]

I ♥ you, truly, madly, and deeply. Retro porno. I am speechless with the love.

[aka-anonymous.livejournal.com]

Forget Chirstmas music, right now my head is going: Bum-chi-ka-bowbow!

That was a great drabble!

[trowacko.livejournal.com]

i want something with the Queen and Atreyu. doesn't have to be smutty, but i'd love to see them interact without Bastian aboot.

[windandwater.livejournal.com]

"Attend me."

It was an order. Simple, concise, with no room for refusal. And Atreyu obeyed, because she was his Queen, the Ruler of Night, and the love her bore for her as a Warrior and a citizen was surpassed only by the love he had for Bastian himself.

[windandwater.livejournal.com]

"Attend me."

It was an order. Simple, concise, with no room for refusal. And Atreyu obeyed, because she was his Queen, the Ruler of Night, and the love her bore for her as a Warrior and a citizen was surpassed only by the love he had for Bastian himself.

Once Night fell, Atreyu found himself entering the Queen's own bedchambers. For once, courtiers and handmaidens were not present and the Queen's large bed looked to be unslept in. The Queen herself sat on the padded bench before her large mirror, clad only in the lightest of silk robes, the color of it so deep and black that it could only be rivaled by the night sky. He didn't speak, and neither did his Queen. Instead he moved silently to her, taking the ivory-backed brush from her pale hand and settling himself behind her. Atreyu ran his hands as carefully as he could through the Queen's long hair, frowning only slightly when the fine flaxen silk caught on the rough calluses on his fingers.

"You are troubled," the Queen murmured, not looking away from the mirror.

Atreyu frowned once again, his actions clumsy as he handled the delicate brush and the Queen's hair. He wasn't used to such a task. Afterall, Bastian's hair was short and if Atreyu's hands were in it, he was usually tugging at it, pulling Bastian's lips to his, or clutching Bastian's hair as his hips thrust up into the sinfulness that was Bastian's mouth. But Atreyu was moved away from his pleasant remembrances when the Queen's shoulders shook with a gentle laugh.

"He will return."

"What do you mean?" Atreyu immediately asked, trying to hide the fact that his mind has wandered. The Queen merely met his eyes in the mirror, and Atreyu fought to keep himself from flinching away from her knowing look. Finally he dropped his gaze, focusing on the Queen's hair again and a particularly tenacious knot.

"... it is quite obvious what you think, Atreyu, since your love is painted on your face stronger than any tribal paints. You need not worry, Bastian will return."

"But he's been gone so long."

"He will return. Because of you."

Atreyu felt a swell of pride with that. The Queen would not lie about such a thing, not to him, and never about Bastian. He wondered, sometimes, about what brought Bastian to Fantasia. When they weren't engaged in love-making or other pleasurable pursuits, Atreyu would sometimes see a far-away look in Bastian's eyes, as if he was seeing something that Atreyu could not. And the Warrior could never understand. So he would coax Bastian into his arms again. But was that all he could do?

"Do not worry."

The touch of the Queen's hand against his own caused Atreyu to drop the ivory brush, and he found himself on his knees, his face buried in the silk on the Queen's lap and his hands clawing at the padding of the bench. He shuddered and fought to keep his emotions in check as the Queen's own gentle hands and light touch threaded through his hair.

"You cause yourself such pain, Atreyu. Do you not believe in Bastian's love for you?"

"... his gaze is so far away..."

The Queen sighed softly, curling Atreyu's hair around her fingers. She quietly contemplated why Bastian had not seen this pain in Atreyu before this, and if he did, why he had not acted. The Warrior was strong, the one presence that kept Bastian tied here to Fantasia, to the Night, and to them all. Even her own love would not keep Bastian returning to them with such frequency.

"No. It is always on you. No matter where his is, his eyes are on you. Believe in that."

Atreyu remained prostrate before his Queen, each wondering about the presence they both yearned for, and they stayed like that for the whole Night.

[tavella.livejournal.com]

Ed/Al. A drabble in your bunnied Al in a young body universe :)

[windandwater.livejournal.com]

THAT'S NOT FAIR.

*whine*

[aikonamika.livejournal.com]

3x2, please. With collars. And "lion-taming." ^_^

[windandwater.livejournal.com]

"This is stupid."

Duo frowned, tugging at the heavy collar around his neck. He was naked, on his knees, and his hair was down, and he felt rather chilly even though the floor was carpeted. And he was wearing a freaking collar. He tugged at the offending piece of leather again irritably, trying to stifle the urge to pace.

The punishment came swiftly, leaving Duo blinking in shock. Then his eyes narrowed into slits of amethyst as he glared.

"Did you just fucking smack me with a rolled up newspaper?"

Trowa just raised a brow, and tapped Duo across the nose again with the newspaper. Duo hissed and tried to back away, but the leash attached to his collar stayed firmly in Trowa's gloved hand, and Duo wasn't going to strangle himself. He wasn't stupid.

"Looks like you're frisky tonight," Trowa said blandly, though his lips held a hint of a curve.

Duo glared again. "Gimme that newspaper and I'll show you 'frisky.' This is stupid, Trowa!"

Instead of another smack like he was expecting, Trowa instead pulled hard on the leash. Duo's eyes went wide before he scrambled forward on his knees, having to move quickly in order to avoid being dragged or choked. Trowa continued to pull, until Duo was panting, his cheek pressed against slick leather, the taut muscles in Trowa's thighs under one palm. Then Trowa's free hand came down, and Duo flinched, but instead of a smack, warm knuckles glided down his cheek and into his long mane of hair.

"Don't worry," Trowa soothed. "I have experience in taming wild animals."

[cindelius.livejournal.com]

I saw this on a foflist and got excited at the prospect of yummy drabbles. If you're not opposed to accepting requests from random guests...

NaruSakuSasu - Sakura observes (and perhaps helps to resolve the situation) as the boys encounter their first bit of awkwardness with each other in a polyamorous relationship.

If you'd rather not, no problem. *g* It was worth a try anyway. Good luck and have fun with the drabbles!

[windandwater.livejournal.com]

Hmmm... awkwardness in what way? I'd like to try this one, but the bunnies need a bit of a harder kick.

[moffit.livejournal.com]

A tentacle monster that's carted around in a handy-dandy fishbowl always comes in handy. >.>

[windandwater.livejournal.com]

o_O

Is that a request for ficcage, or is it just a general statement?

[clarediva.livejournal.com]

Oh I loved that! Such a lovely mix of Duo's excitement and nervousness and delicious shock!! *yummy*

If you ever felt like drabbling some more 1x2, maybe about just *that moment* when they suddenly realise they want to do something more than talk and be friends, and their emotions and hormones are *taking over*...
*smirk*

But otherwise I'm happy to read this over again and smile dorkily (dorkishly??) just like Duo.

Happy hols!!!
*hugs*

[ladydragon543.livejournal.com]

Oo. Ooooo.

6x2. Power play.



Pleeeease? *bats eyelashes*

[windandwater.livejournal.com]

This is gonna be interesting, since my muse!Duo really and utterly loathes Zechs. =D *gets the bunnies breeding*

[sailor-comet.livejournal.com]

Can I ask for CFUD related stuff? =]

[windandwater.livejournal.com]

Why, yes, you can. =3

[yanagi-wa.livejournal.com]

Third stupid grin. Very sweet.

[windandwater.livejournal.com]

I am a big fan of stupid grins. =D