Drabble requests!

[tammaiya]

Doing work on Fridays is for the weak! I will be on and off the computer for a few hours yet, although like last time belated requests are fine. Will get all of them done, if not immediately, and am not imposing any particular limits on requests. Multiple requests are fine if I don't get too many. Of course it's always possible that I'll say no to a request, but in all likelihood I'll only do that if I don't know the fandom.

So! Shoot~!

Comments

[mefiant.livejournal.com]

Saya/Tohru, lipstick ♥~

[tammaiya.livejournal.com]

Saya does love her husband, just as she loves her baby son. Kyougo is strong and smells of musk and folds her up in his arms so she feels warm and safe; he's kind and attentive and she knows he worships the ground on which she treads.

As much as she loves Kyougo, though, she is not in love with him. She almost wishes she could be, for him, for Fuuma, for the baby swelling in her womb, but only almost. Not enough to try, to be honest, even if she didn't already know it was not possible. Kyougo will forever be a symbol of Family, Duty and Destiny; he will never be Passion.

Saya loves Kyougo and the warmth and security his masculinity represents, but she adores Tohru, lives for the pretty floral scent of her hair and the softness of her skin and the girlish curves that fit so perfectly against Saya's own. She hugs Tohru, her arms resting comfortably around the other girl's waist, and buries her nose in the crook of Tohru's neck, breathing in the gentle smells of mint and camomile twining together.

Tohru is light enough to sit comfortably on Saya's lap, skirt riding up her thighs and arms wrapped around Saya's shoulders. When they kiss Tohru's lipstick makes her lips slick and sticky, and they taste faintly of cherry.

It is for Tohru with her delicate, fragile feminine beauty and her pretty girly tastes and smells and feel that Saya's heart races, and though she feels fond tenderness towards Kyougo, towards her family, Tohru will always come first.

[fahye.livejournal.com]

Omgangelsyay. I am giving you a few prompts and you can do any or all :)

~

Sandy/Af with literary references and anger

Gabriel - a moment of realisation

Sammy/Bel with MINIMAL ANGST

[tammaiya.livejournal.com]

"To be, or not to be? That is the question," Af says idly, watching Sandy hunched over a book from the other side of the room, eyes narrowed and unreadable.

"Af," Sandalphon says, not looking up although he stiffens, and his tone is biting like a winter wind. "Can't this wait?"

"For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, the oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, the pangs of despised love--"

"Shut UP!" Sandy snaps, finally looking up to glare at Af with angry, suspiciously wet eyes. "You missed a bit, just go AWAY--"

"On purpose," Af counters, calm yet threatening, the press of steel against someone's throat. "In you, Sandy, are all my sins remembered?"

The tension between them draws taut, Sandy's shoulders tense as he stares across the dividing metres that suddenly feel like miles. He blinks twice, quickly, and his head drops forward, fringe swinging forward to shadow his face.

"I didn't even know you'd read Hamlet," he says quietly, bitterly, not really saying anything at all.

"Do you really know anything about me anymore?" Af's arms are crossed, and his tone is still even, though the bitterness now matches Sandy's own. "You've put so much effort into pushing me away, after all."

"I wish I could hate you," Sandy whispers, voice cracking, and the door makes a hollow sound as it clicks shut.

[tammaiya.livejournal.com]

The moment Gabriel had first realised that he would do anything for Metatron was when they were still quite young and Metatron had been on a bad swing, crying and hysterical, and Gabriel had given him a tissue and Metatron had smiled through the all tears and the redness of his eyes. That had been when Gabriel had known, and he'd thought something along the lines of: Oh. Bugger.

He had first realised how much this devotion was going to cost him several centuries later. When things got tough and he tried to run away, Gabriel had been forced to choose between the two people who meant the most to him and had discovered he couldn't take what should have been the easy path. He had let Sandalphon walk away and leave him in the rain knowing that maybe they could have been happy, and it's a decision he's had to live with every moment of every day of every year in all the centuries since.

As steep as it was, though, Gabriel believed that the cost was worth it, most of the time. He believed this in the same way that many mortals had faith in some kind of god, and his own faith was renewed by every smile Metatron gave him.

The moment he knew for sure and no longer had to believe it was so was the moment Metatron said "I love you".

[ashen_key]

And in NO WHERE do you say something that says this is a drabble request.

Look at this icon, call her Tahira, write something.

[tammaiya.livejournal.com]

"I'm sorry," she says, strangely detached as she holds his hand, eyes dry and blank, and the boy on the bed coughs weakly, hand tightening around hers.

"What for?" he rasps, all blood and bruises and cloudy reddened eyes. "You weren't driving. Wasn't your fault the car didn't stop. Wasn't even your fault I crossed the road when I did."

"You're dying," she says simply, and he would look away if he could, but his neck is broken so he closes his puffy eyes instead. "This wouldn't have happened if I hadn't let you love me."

"Stupid," he manages, choking on the word a little. It hurts to breathe; it hurts to do anything, and his grip is growing weaker simply because his energy is ebbing away. "Not your... don't blame..."

Nobody but Tahira can see the black feather that falls to the mattress when his last breath leaves his lips, and the smile that hovers on her own is small and sad.

Foolish, for a harbinger of death to grow attached. She's always been a slow learner.

[ashen_key]

Oooooh. VERY cool.

[tammaiya.livejournal.com]

Thanks! *grin*

[tammaiya.livejournal.com]

It's about five in the morning and Takaya is sitting at the kitchen table in the gloomy half-light, hands wrapped around a too-hot mug of coffee and eyes heavy and tired, dark smudges making them look bruised. He inhales the steam, releases it in a rush, rests his head against the ceramic curve of the mug's edge; Naoe stands behind him in the doorway, silent, but Takaya knows somehow that he's there.

"Kagetora-sama..."

"What," Takaya answers, voice flat with exhaustion. He doesn't turn around or move at all, and Naoe sighs.

"You need more sleep."

"Yeah. Maybe."

Naoe's eyes stray to the small red marks blooming on Takaya's skin for a moment before he averts them, flinching slightly. "Kagetora-sama--"

"Don't apologise," Takaya orders him quietly, breathing in deeply before lifting his head to take a sip of the scaldingly hot liquid. "I'm not... fuck. Just. Idiot."

When Naoe's arms wrap around him from behind, Takaya does not shove him away.

[tammaiya.livejournal.com]

Thank you. <3 A lot of Mirage would have been so much easier if Kagetora/Takaya would just follow that advice, too. *muses*

[-leareth.livejournal.com]

Karen Kasumi and Seishirou Sakurazuka -- gift shopping

Touya Kinomoto and Keroberos -- remote control

[tammaiya.livejournal.com]

"Pardon?" Seishirou said, arching an eyebrow above his shades with mild incredulousness, and Karen smiled glibly.

"I was asking if you wouldn't mind accompanying me on my Christmas shopping," she said, not at all ruffled. "It's so hard buying for men who have everything, don't you think?"

"I'm sure you would have more practice than I would," Seishirou said dryly. "Are you intending to tell me what this is really about, Kasumi-san?"

"Mm, well," she said, lips tilting in amusement. "I was thinking that you might like some help finding something for Subaru-san."

Seishirou stared at her assessingly, without any outward reaction.

"I am perfectly capable of giving Subaru-kun a gift he'd appreciate without any assistance, thank you," he said after a moment, the picture of blandness.

Karen laughed.

"I'm sure you are," she purred, and the satisfaction in her voice made clear she knew exactly what kind of gift Seishirou was considering.

because you said it ...

[-leareth.livejournal.com]

"Ano, Karen-san," said Subaru hesitantly, "why do you keep doing that?"

"Doing what, Subaru-san?" asked the Soapgirl innocently, sipping her tea.

"That--" Subaru gestured helplessly, obviously uncomfortable. "That /smile/. You keep /smiling/ at me."

"Oh." Karen's smile grew more mischievous. "Is it bothering you?"

Subaru shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Well ..."

"I have to say, you're the last person who I thought would be affected by a pretty woman's smile." The upwards curve of Karen's lips changed into something almost girlish. "Don't you play for the other team?"

"What do you mean?" asked Subaru in confusion.

"Aren't you gay?"

Subaru choked and reddened to the shade of a tomato. "I -- that is -- /Karen-san!/"

Karen laughed, rich and full. "You don't have to be ashamed of it, Subaru-san. But back to the subject, since you have no interest in women, why does my smile make you uncomfortable?"

Subaru was slowly regaining his composure. "It's like the smile my sister would have whenever she was up to something," he said finally. "Those 'somethings' were usually some kind of plan she had thought up that involved embarrassing me."

"I see." Karen's grin was starting to resemble the Cheshire Cat's. "Well, I can tell you right now and quite honestly that I have absolutely nothing to do with this 'something', only that I was in a position to get some hints."

Subaru stared at her, face beginning to pale. "There /is/ something?"

"Let's just say that I ran into a friend of yours at the shops." Gracefully Karen stood up and went to put her teacup in the sink. The grin on her face had gotten wider. "I think you're going to have a very ... /interesting/ Christmas this year."

"Friend?" Subaru looked blank. "Who do you mean?"

"I'm sure you'll figure it out," said Karen kindly as she fetched her bag and shoes. "I have to go to work -- say hello to the others for me and tell them I'm sorry I couldn't stay longer. And don't worry too much, Subaru-san; everything will be revealed in the end." She flashed the poor puzzled Sumeragi another dazzling grin -- he really was too easy to tease. "And I do mean /everything/."

[tammaiya.livejournal.com]

When Kamui looks at the polished surface of the glass, he can see his reflection, so much fainter and more transient than when he looks at a mirror. Sometimes he tries to see his mother on the other side of the window; the resemblance isn't close enough for him to be able to fool himself with the sharp clear image in the mirror, but if he half-closes his eyes, vision blurred by his eyelashes, maybe he can pretend that it's Tohru on the other side of the glass.

Kamui has lost a lot, things, people, places; he's lost too much. His mother is just one of many beloved memories and people that have been taken away from him, not even the first, and yet now that he has lost everything it is her memory he clings to.

It is too painful to think about Fuuma or Kotori or Subaru, and yet somehow Kamui can think of his mother without the memory being tainted. It has been a while since she died now, but he can still remember her smile, the quiet one that reached her eyes and told him that she loved him.

The psychiatrist told Kamui that he had a problem interpreting love. If you love somebody, he said, you are unable to distinguish between romantic love and platonic love. He'd come up with some theories about what might have caused this-- Kamui didn't really listen, didn't really care, just caught the words "only child" and "ungrounded childhood". He also said something about Kamui's mind being unable to deal with so much trauma. Phrases like "defence mechanism" and "repression" and "regression" may have been used.

Kamui spreads his hand out on the glass, giving a small smile at the way his palm meets that of the reflection. Kamui, you've got to face reality, it's not healthy-- someone says, but it's all just background to him.

"It's okay," Kamui says calmly, not turning away from the window. "Mama still loves me."

[tammaiya.livejournal.com]

I felt really mean writing these. But I don't write Kamui that much, all things considered, and when I had the ideas... well, sad broken Kamui is so pretty. ^^;

[tammaiya.livejournal.com]

"And then they all lived happily ever after," Kamui said wearily. "The end. Go to sleep, Hinako."

"Daddy," Hinako mumbled sleepily, "Daddy, where's Prince Charming?"

Kamui sighed, closing the book. "He'll come when you're all grown up and need saving. Come on, bedtime."

"But what about Daddy's Prince Charming?" Hinako demanded, with all the determination and tactlessness of a child who doesn't understand that something's fragile. "I heard Auntie Karen say Daddy needed someone!"

"Hinako--"

"Is that why I have no mummy?" she added, a shade reproachfully. Kamui wasn't really sure how she'd made that jump, but he flinched all the same.

"I'll take you to see Mummy and Prince Charming tomorrow, okay?" he said desperately, already knowing it was a bad idea as soon as the words were out of his mouth. "Just... please, go to sleep. For Daddy?"

"Mm, okay," she said firmly, and settled back down into her pillows. "Promise?"

"Promise."

~

Hinako was one of the many children orphaned by the earthquakes in Tokyo, and for some reason Kamui had felt compelled to take care of her. She reminded him so much of Kotori it hurt, though there was only superficial resemblance physically, and he had a tendency to think of her as the child Kotori would have had if she'd had the chance. Kamui could have been an uncle, instead of a father.

"Why are Mummy and Prince Charming made of stone?" Hinako asked, clinging to Kamui's hand, subdued by the still and quiet atmosphere.

"They're sleeping," Kamui said, swallowing the lump in his throat. "They're... watching over us. Kind of like--"

Angels.

"-- like the good faeries in Sleeping Beauty," he finished lamely.

"But why don't they wake up? Why don't they come take care of Daddy and Hinako?" she asked, tugging on his hand. "Daddy? Daddy, why are you crying?"

"Let's go home," he said, not answering her questions, and she didn't protest when he picked her up and buried his face in her hair.

[tammaiya.livejournal.com]

You're welcome! I'm glad you liked it, I had fun writing it too. ♥

(I totally owe Kamui nice fic now, don't I? I do. Oops.)

[beckerbell.livejournal.com]

For a slight change of pace and maybe this'll help kickstart you (and I have embraced my shamelessness, yes ♥): Io/Ebi; laughter.

[tammaiya.livejournal.com]

When Io meets Hokuto's boyfriend's ex-wife (He's not my boyfriend, he's my stalker! Hokuto had snarled), the first thing that catches her attention is Ebi's laugh. Cheerful, sweet, genuinely unaffected delight. So nice to finally meet you, Io says, and means it, because Hara-kun has good taste and even Hokuto doesn't say anything negative about Ebi. Ebi smiles brightly and suggests to Akiha that Io would make a good model, to which Hokuto yells HELL NO very loudly and drags Akiha off to rant at him a bit more about never ever letting that crazy bitch get involved with anything EVER AGAIN.

Io watches her younger brother's antics with a smirk lingering on her lips, and turns back to Ebi with a speculative look.

So, she says idly, how much do you think it would upset my cute little brother if I were to ask you out on a date?

Ebi laughs again, and Io is pleased to discover that the other woman's mirth tastes as sweet as it sounds.

[lazulisong.livejournal.com]

day late and dollar short!

Um. akuroku, 'because we are weapons' or destiny islands retards being retards? :

Think of this as before that flashback, because I'm sure they'd had that conversation before.

[tammaiya.livejournal.com]

"You can't seriously be thinking about going!"

"Why not?" Roxas said flatly, not meeting Axel's gaze from where he sat on the edge of the bed. "He won, I said I would. You can't blame me for wanting to know what the real me is like."

"You know what happens to traitors. Don't be an idiot. Who cares about the real you, anyway? I met him, you're better," Axel argued, pushing himself up to lean on his elbows so he could glare better. "What, you'd give up who you are just on a whim?"

Roxas snorted. "How am I better? I'm not anything. I'm nobody, remember? You said it yourself. We're nothing but weapons. So if I don't exist, it's just the same as destroying a weapon. And who'd care about that?"

Axel frowned, and made a small movement as though he'd been about to reach out and had changed his mind. "Oi, you..."

"Weapons don't feel," Roxas added, still not facing Axel as he got up from the bed and pulled his robe back on over his head. "So it's not like you'll miss me when I'm gone. You'll just be the tool sent to find me and bring me back or kill me if I won't go, right?"

"Roxas--"

"I don't want to be a weapon anymore," Roxas told him, calm voice hitching a little. He paused in the doorway, hand on the frame, and Axel could see the tenseness in the line of his shoulders. "I haven't decided for sure yet, anyway."

The door closed behind him with a very final click, and because Axel had no heart, that wasn't the sound of it breaking.

[tammaiya.livejournal.com]

"Sora and Kaaaaaaairi, sittin' in a tree--"

"S-shut up, Tidus! We are not!"

"K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" Selphie piped in cheerfully, merciless to the plight of Sora with his beet red face and embarrassed flailing. "An' I bet it's the paopu tree, too!"

"First comes the love, then comes the marriage--" Tidus continued, high-fiving Selphie and grinning at Wakka, who was laughing and trying to ruffle Sora's hair.

Kairi, meanwhile, did not seem to be anywhere near as bothered as Sora, since she was giggling into her hands. Next to her, leaning against the tree with his arms crossed, Riku seemed to be ignoring them all.

"Kairi!" Sora wailed, sounding very betrayed, "say something! Riku? Riku, saaave meeee!"

"You're all retarded," Riku said disparagingly, rolling his eyes, and stalked off.

"Riku? Riku, waaaaaait!"

Sora ducked out of Wakka's hold and ran after Riku towards the shack. The remaining four watched them go, still laughing, and then Tidus and Selphie's eyes met.

"Heeeeeeeey," Tidus said, sly grin growing, and Selphie whooped, both of them starting up again together:

"RIKU AND SOOOOOOORA, SITTIN' IN A TREE, K-I-S-S-I-N-G--"

[tammaiya.livejournal.com]

Hm, maybe. I'll certainly keep it in mind for when my fic backlog is down a bit. ^^