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[windandwater]

... I DECLARE A DRABBLEWAR.

The rules are simple:

This post is open for a DRABBLEWAR against any all comers! No holds barred... any fandom, any characters, any situations, any ratings, IF YOU CAN DRABBLE IT YOU CAN DO IT. I, myself, am somewhat limited in the fandoms I can successfully drabble (f-fail), but don't let that stop YOU. I'll do my best to answer everyone!

AND TO MAKE IT MORE FUN: If you see a particularly enticing drabble by someone else, feel free to reply back with a drabble of your own. THAT'S RIGHT. This is like a free-for-all cage match! Tagteam with someone, lonewolf it, whatever! The whole point of this is to have fun. Pr0n is, of course, highly encouraged but not necessary. Drabbles can be any length you so desire.

DRABBLE UNTIL SOMEONE GIVES UP OR CAN'T DRABBLE ANYMORE.

Oh, and in your first comment/drabble, feel free to list things/pairings/fandoms you prefer, or situations that you don't. This is for fun and not to traumatize (unless you like that sort of thing).

GO GO GO!


P.S. moffit, I am looking to declare my superiority over you once again. R-REMATCH!


EDIT...

Going to bed now, but this post is staying up all weekend. Drabble at your leisure and I'll be back when I get online again. ^^

Comments

[merith.livejournal.com]

i am nothing if not partly predictable... heero and duo and pookie (of course) ;)

[meritjubet.livejournal.com]

"Heero Yuy smells like cheese," Duo declared, one day during fifth period. The aforementioned Heero twitched in front of him, but didn't turn around and glare as he was wont to do. The class tittered and Quatre shook his head and sent his eyes heavenward.

"Be that as it may," Ms Henry dryly murmured, Heero jerked again at the confirmation that indeed, he did smell of cheese. "This is Maths."

Later, Heero slammed Duo against the locker. It was a typically normal day so Duo just yawned in Heero's face and stuck out his tongue. Heero eyed the tongue before returning to Duo's face.

"I do not smell of cheese," Heero asserted.

Quatre sighed, wishing that their sexual tension could some how not involve whether Heero did or did not smell like cheese.

"But you do," Quatre countered, yanking Duo away, "You have Biology, we have Chemistry. Goodbye."

As the bell sounded, Heero was left standing, sniffing his armpits, in search for the stench of cheese.

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I am really not sure where this came from. So... High School Crack/Parody I will name it!

[merith.livejournal.com]

highschool!crack is a beautiful thing! :)

and it could be just one of those things...heero doesn't, but duo says he does just to get a rise out of him, and others (like quatre) back him up.

[lavenderfrost.livejournal.com]

Dammit. I WOULD be tempted to join when I'm so tired I'm falling asleep at my keyboard. >_

[meritjubet.livejournal.com]

I have a fondness for high school crack XD

*smiles* that's a nice viewpoint into it!

[windandwater.livejournal.com]

*throws down a red flag*

Penalty!

You have to drabble to get a drabble. ^___^

[windandwater.livejournal.com]

Well, I expect this will be open all weekend. :3 You can hop in at any time.

[merith.livejournal.com]

and just how are you going to punish me? :)

[windandwater.livejournal.com]

There was a coffeeshop near enough the school campus that it was considered the 'In' place for teenagers to hang out before and after school, and usually weekends, too. Duo and Quatre were lucky in that they had a 'usual' table in a prime location for people watching. Well, it was lucky that one of Quatre's sisters owned the coffeeshop... but still, a table was a table.

So when Duo and Quatre strolled into The Place, they were surprised to see 'their' table being occupied. By Heero Yuy and Trowa Barton, no less.

"Hey! This is OUR table!" Duo exclaimed loudly, vigourously, and with much fingerpointing.

Heero just kicked his feet up onto the table, grungy yellow sneakers and all, and sipped his icy frappaccino. "Don't see your name on it."

Quatre grabbed Duo by the shoulders before the brunette did something stupid... like throw himself upon the object of his lust and desire in a primal display of wanton abandonment.

Quatre then decided to stop reading his sisters' romance novels and tugged Duo to the squashy couches instead.

[windandwater.livejournal.com]

"NO."

"But Heero...!"

"NO. ABSOLUTELY NOT."

"It's traditional!"

"You can take that tradition and shove it up your ass."

"Well... that was sort of the point, but if you would just--"

"No! Duo, for the last time, we're not taking it on an anniversary cruise!"

[merith.livejournal.com]

Lowering his cup, Heero’s eyes narrowed watching Quatre wrangle Duo to the couch emptying across the room. He dropped his feet back to the floor before turning to Trowa. “Do I smell like cheese?”

Trowa stopped brushing the dust left by Heero’s shoes for a bare second; his eyes flicked upward. “Do you want to smell like cheese?” One last swipe and the table was clear.

“No!” His straw mangled under the torture of his fingers. “That… Maxwell keeps saying that I do.” Heero’s head rose and he glared across the table. “I don’t even eat cheese.”

Fragments of Quatre’s voice was in sudden, enlightened recalled and might have come sooner if at the time that Quatre was explaining, he hadn’t been trying to find a hidden spot to leave a rose bite. “What do you care?” he asked instead.

“I don’t.” Heero was stabbing his straw into the slushy ice. “It’s just… I don’t like it.” But Trowa saw Heero shift in his chair so the couch against the opposite wall was in his line of sight.

“You do care,” he said, tossing down a couple of quarters. “You like him.” Trowa slid out of his seat, picked up his drink, and began to walk the same path taken minutes before.

“Traitor.”

And Trowa smiled a not so hidden grin.

[merith.livejournal.com]

"But you watched me pack."

"I'm still making sure."

"What? I told you we wouldn't."

"You agreed too quickly for me not to be suspicious."

"C'mon Heero. Let's get this trip started."

"Duo, we don't have time for -- AH! -- that."

"We would if you stop rifling through my suitcase."

"The cruise is for a week. We can stay inside the cabin the entire time."

"Well, was thinking about a little outside activity."

"What are you thinking?"

"Ever been in a crow's nest before?"

"No, and I haven't finished -- UH -- looking."

"Look later. We have a ship to do and things to catch."

[windandwater.livejournal.com]

Heero stared daggers into Trowa's back as he watched his friend casually make his way through The Place only to be stopped by another classmate holding up a book. It still boggled Heero that someone like Trowa would actually volunteer to be a tutor, but he figured it wasn't like Trowa was running away to join the circus or something. The tinkling bells above the door made Heero look up, and his eyes narrowed once more.

It was a boy with sleek black hair pulled into a ponytail, and Heero normally would've dimissed him, except that the newcomer was wearing a uniform of all things. And the only school with a uniform was Sanque Prep. And Sanque Prep was their school's rival, and Heero's lost one of his debates to that very same boy.

What was his name again? Chang...? Chang something. Chang--

"WUFEI!"

Duo exploded off of the squashy sofa and nearly tackled the Chinese boy to the ground. Then, chanting "Wu Wu Wu!" over and over, he dragged Wufei through the crowd and shoved him down to sit next to Quatre.

"Well, at least I know I'm in the right place," Wufei commented dryly, shrugging out of his jacket.

Heero's glare intensified as he watched the trio on the sofa, unable to make out their conversation over the normal teenage chatter all around.

"I bet he doesn't smell like cheese."

Heero nearly jumped, then scowled at Trowa, chugging back the last of his frap.

"Don't make me punch you, Barton."

[sailor-comet.livejournal.com]

... I somehow doubt other people on your flist are in the same fandoms I am for prime drabble battling. =[

but hey, if there ARE any NIS and/or Zelda fans here, I will happily fight on~! XDb

[windandwater.livejournal.com]

:3 You never know who lurks about, reading my LJ. You can try throwing out a drabble to entice them?

[ladydragon543.livejournal.com]

...I'm an Anita Blake fan. Anyone else? If not, I can do GW, Harry Potter (I know, sad ain't it?) and...well if I've at least heard of it, I can give it a try. Except Video Game based stuff. B/c I know jack about it. Except for KH1 and KH2

[windandwater.livejournal.com]

I read Anita Blake xover fics. Does that count? XD The other fandoms should be easy to do. :P Feel free to drabble to tempt others. I'm coming back after I have dinner. ^^;;

[meritjubet.livejournal.com]

Duo and Wufei were sharing a smoothie. It made Heero sick in the stomach. All those germs... He shuddered.

Beside him, Trowa didn't even to attempt to hide a grin.

"You do realise..." Trowa started, nodding towards Duo.

Heero jerked from his stalkerish pose. "What?" His gaze shot back to Duo and Wufei. "Are they? Are they together?" Heero slumped down.

Trowa rolled his eyes and sighed.

***

"Quatre you are an asshole," Duo stated.

"I have to agree," Wufei muttered.

"I can't help that you too are broke," Quatre murmured and sipped at his mango frappe with a small smile.

Duo sniffed. "Hey! You're drinking too much!"

"I paid for 55% I get more than you, Duo!" Wufei rubutted.

[meritjubet.livejournal.com]

Sakura sighed. "It's so unfair Ino," she murmured.

"What? Complaining again?" Ino muttered.

"Why did all the Ninjas in our year have to be gay?" Sakura philosophized.

Ino leaned back, tapping a finger against her lip. "Well, not all of them. Shikamaru has Temari."

"Really?" Sakura asked. "I thought he and Chouji were..." she made a little hand gesture which made everything clear.

Ino wrinkled her nose. "Do we have to discuss his sex life? Especially when ours are so lacking?"

Sakura jumped up. "I have an idea!"

"Oh? What?" Ino inquired.

"You think Hinata is attractive, right?" Sakura murmured, blushing a little.

Ino caught on pretty quick.

[wickedgameff.livejournal.com]

Heero looked down at the paper in front of him, staring at his list.

He had colby, bleu, feta, gouda, mozzarella, cheddar (sharp, milk and medium), monterey jack, brie, asadero, swiss, parmesan...

He didn't know what kind of cheese he smelled like, but he thought that maybe if he listed them all he might get an idea as to where to start before then eliminating the cheese problem.

A hand landed on his shoulder.

"You forgot cream cheese!" Duo laughed as he passed him by.

Heero threw his pencil at Duo's retreating back and then crumpled up his list.

Tomorrow he was going out to buy cologne and that was that.

[wickedgameff.livejournal.com]

(based on a picture i saw earlier)

Heero looked across the bed at his husband.

Yeah, across the bed, not next to him, not laying on him or under him.

Across the bed.

He would like to be next to his love but there were three very small but wriggling things in between them.

Carson, Michael, and Kyo. Their triplets. Three little bundles of joy that were currently wriggling and trying to get out of going to sleep by gurgling, drooling, and generally being too cute for words.

Not that Heero did cute. No way. No, cute was Duo's job. Heero liked it more when they were sleeping and not making so much noise.

Heero pulled Kyo away from his chest for the umpteenth time. "I do not have breasts, stop trying to suck on my nipples."

The baby only drooled on his pillow and kicked his legs.

Duo smiled at him and laughed. "Kyo trying to breast feed again, eh? He's gonna be a boob man, I can tell."

Heero glared at Duo. "Maybe if you'd been a boob man then we wouldn't have three babies in between us."

Duo laughed. "If I'd been a boob man then you'd have been missing out on some amazing sex!"

Heero sighed and pulled Michael up onto his chest while Kyo investigated his toes. Duo was right, but then again...Duo usually was right.

Heero hated being wrong.

[moffit.livejournal.com]

Davey pressed the squirming boy firmly down, the organ groaning its complaint even as Sora cried out in pleasure. Warm, slick tentacles dangling from Davey's face caressed the boy's balls as Davey drew Sora's cock into his mouth, sucking hard just to hear him cry out again.

[windandwater.livejournal.com]

"Do you think Pookie is lonely?" Duo asked as he perused the next day's itinerary wrapped up in a fuzzy bathrobe.

Heero twitched and kicked the cabin's fridge closed and opened up his bottle of water. "Quatre said he'd take care of it like one of his own."

"Ew. I hope not," Duo wrinkled his nose. "Q-ball and Tro have one of their own, and sharing things like that is sorta gross."

Privately, Heero agreed, but did not voice it, since any agreement would have Duo thinking that he was... approving of keeping it as their own, or something equally frustrating. "It can't feel emotions anyway. The question is moot."

"Heero! Don't say that! Pookie has emotions just like everyone else! He just expresses them in a different way."

"I don't like when it expresses itself in the first place."

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In a dark corner of a room, Pookie waited, laying limp and bereft. Its toys were gone and it was displeased.

Pookie plotted.

[windandwater.livejournal.com]

"This isn't funny."

Sora just laughed and laughed, arms wrapped around his belly and tears coming to his eyes. The expression on Riku's face slowly grew more irritated, and he was just glad Ariel and her sisters weren't around to see him.

"This is stupid. I don't care if it's a good concert. I'm going home."

At that Sora stopped laughing and flicked his tail, swimming forward enough to grab Riku by the arm.

"Riku! You promised me that you would come to Atlantica with me!"

"And we're here. We're underwater. It's like home but wetter. Now let's go."

Sora pouted, looking up at his best friend. "I didn't mean to laugh. If it makes you feel better, I'd trade with you if I could! But I don't really know how Donald does the change."

Riku sighed, shoving his drifting silver hair away from his face. "Puppy eyes aren't fair, Sora."

"So we're staying?!"

"Just one catch," Riku replied, a slight smirk on his lips. "After the concert, I get to use these things on you."

Sora's eyes went wide as he stared at the eight silvery-blue tentacles that curled together from Riku's lower half. Now he was really regretting that he had laughed because Riku didn't have a tail.

[moffit.livejournal.com]

This was beyond the most ridiculous thing he had ever been asked to do. It even beat out when Demyx got his dick caught in his sitar strings because he just had to run straight from the shower to get out the melody that had occurred to him.

"No, really," The Replica had to stifle his laughter as he eyed the way Vexen was limping, "Just how did you bump into a porcupine?"

"Shut up and get the thrice-damned needles out of my posterior, before I show you."

"Big words for a man who got topped by an innocent woodland creature."