Drabbles For All

[sitard.livejournal.com]

HEY GUYS. Khi here with a fancy idea I think everyone will enjoy~

For those who weren't in the chat, let me explain! ♥ This is a post specifically created for anyone to request a drabble from any fandom in eway.

Should you be interested! Simply post your request with the fandom and/or coupling (whether crossover or not), then, to make it your own of course, toss in a keyword(s), some lyrics, kinks...or whatever it is that floats your boat. There is no limit to how many people can respond to you, so you might even receive more than one drabble in response! :D There is, however, a limit to how many requests you may have. And the magic number is three per person. ♥ (Don't think posting in multiple character journals will work. We'll hunt you down and eat you. +_+ Or...something less painful. Okay, I keed. Just stick to the rules, okay?)

If there's anything I didn't make clear here, feel free to smack me/ask a question. Thanks to all you kooks in chat for being inspiring little pretties. :O If this works out, let's do it again in the future! ♥

Comments

[heartxwish.livejournal.com]

Leon/Walter (or Walter/Leon. IT DON'T MATTER ♥)
prompt: Fascination, intrigued

Where Do Nice Guys Finish?

[stfunotcrying.livejournal.com]

This is a matter of just not knowing the kind of person that Leon is.

In his mind, memories are burned in. Facts. Details. Every little grain of sand, every little crack in a pavement, Walter can remember. He can remember, very clearly, of cruelty. He can remember broken bones, bleeding hearts, even a dead body or two in his childhood.

He can remember, mostly, not very pleasant things.

Sometimes, he's made to doubt this certainty, that there's no turning back for the human race, that they're all sinners. He can see where this isn't true, in the cases of people like Ms. Galvin. Like Henry. Like Romeo.

And like Leon.

They might not talk much, but being helped so selflessly in the midst of burning flames when Leon could have easily saved himself? He remembers this clearly enough. It's a lasting impression. All it takes is one to know a true character.

It's terribly fascinating.

They pass in the hallway, and Walter pauses, curiously. "Hey."

Leon turns, and lifts his hand in greeting. "Yeah?"

There's some kind of sick delight in seeing how surprised Leon looks, how wide those eyes get when Walter crushes the collar of the other man's jacket in his hand, yanks him close -- it shows his power, shows his certainty -- and presses his lips to Leon's.

Walter is fairly certain he can get away with it, if only because Leon is too surprised to do much else. He pulls away, fast, then grins good-naturedly. Gives Leon a pat on the shoulder.

"Thanks for helping me out earlier," Walter says conversationally. "Be seeing you."

He disappears around the corner of the hallway before Leon can appropriately catch up with him.

[maybeaboy.livejournal.com]

OKAY GUYS.

Jay from Tales of Legendia
Razzy from Summon Night: Swordcraft Story
Arietta from Tales of the Abyss
Shiroka from Kitsune no Tama Yobai
Rossiu from Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann lol not accepted yet

I'd love anything from either their fandoms, or involving their interaction with Entranceway characters. In fact, I prefer Eway interactions

AND, UH, I'LL THROW UP SOME KEYWORDS.
socks, "what the hell are you wearing?", doll, "you're in trouble, now", garden party, ice cubes, and "dont make me regret this"

There. Hope that's allowed.

[sitard.livejournal.com]

It was no secret by now that Demyx, ninth member of Organization XIII and voted most likely to flee from a fight with a worker bee, was somewhat of a 'moocher'. It wasn't that he was lazy, however; the poor sitarist simply had no talent when it came to cooking. Time and time again, he would snoop around the kitchen on the first floor of the mansion, hoping to see a familiar face and, admittedly, snatch up a free meal as well. Taking what the mansion would offer in the dining room was more or less his last resort.

Today, Demyx was lucky. Jay, or rather, Jaybo as he preferred, seemed to be busy putting his culinary skills to the test once again. The blond immediately stalked right over with a smile on his face, leaning over the other's shoulder as he inhaled.

"Hey, that smells awesome, Jaybo."

The pale-faced youth only rolled his shoulder in response, stirring whatever it was that emitted such a delightful scent. Demyx. Of course. He'd heard someone coming, but decided against acknowledging their presence. There were quite a handful of residents staying in Wonderland's mansion by now, afterall. ...But it just had to be Demyx.

"...Jaybo, that smells really--"

"I heard you the first time," he interrupted, glancing back over his shoulder. "I suppose that means you want some."

The sitarist tried to play it off cool, shrugging his shoulders in a fashion he thought to be innocent, casually rubbing the back of his neck. Puppy faces worked sometimes, but he knew better than to try it on Jay. Jay was pretty good at ignoring his puppy faces.

"If it's okay... I mean. Can I just have a taste? Maybe?"

Jay's brow furrowed. He wasn't...angry, persay, just a bit annoyed.

"...Fine. Just one bite. Grab a sp--"

"Here's one," Demyx chimed, already holding up the silver utensil.

"...Then go ahead."

The blond went silent then, resting half of the spoon minimal weight on the other's shoulder. He sighed quietly, leaning forward before pausing again, the corner of his lips tugging to one side.

"Ergh," he said.

"What?" Jay twitched.

"Well, I was just wondering..."

With that short response alone the boy already knew Demyx wanted something more. He fully turned around this time, a hand inadvertently placed against his hip, ladle hanging off to the side.

"Just say what you want to say. Grune will go missing again by the time I get this up to her."

"...Oh, Miss Grune," the moocher started in a softer tone, appearing to feel somewhat guilty. Unfortunately, that only lasted for a handful of seconds, twisting his own fingers in a palm, fidgeting with a goofy smile plastered on his face before he finally decided to ask.

"...Could you feed it to me? You know-! Just a spoonful."

Silence.

Jay just stared blankly at first, his mind unable to conjure the slightest response. Then, his eyes finally widened, just a tic, ladle near slipping out of his hand.

"...You want me to what?" Only another second had passed by before he added, "No."

[sitard.livejournal.com]

"...Please? Come on, Jaybo~!"

"What the hell is wrong with you?" A hostile tone came forth, unfortunately ineffective against his 'foe'.

"Nothing... I just. You know," he cut off with a murmur to himself, cheeks slightly flushed.

Jay felt his stomach sink and churn. Maybe even die. And then, his own face slightly flushed, for reasons beyond his own recognition. What the heck-? He whipped right back around to his former position, back to the other as he stirred vigorously, absently wondering why he'd become so flustered with this idiot.

".....If I do," he finally started again, catching Demyx's hopeful glance, "Will you leave alone so I can finish afterwards?"

Demyx nodded energetically, to his displeasure. With an aura one could say vividly shone, he opened his mouth and waited, leaning down to match Jay's height.

"...Good. Then don't make me regret this."

With only a moment of hesitance, the spoon was mercilessly shoved right in, an immediate tinge of hot spices and pepper sparking life into the sitarist's taste buds.

...Too much of a tinge.

Demyx pulled back with a yelp, the searing sensation of wild fire burning his tongue, teal-colored irises soaked in salty tears. There was a clamor of words stuttered, though only have of it could be understood, the words 'hot', 'water', and 'gonna die' making their rounds more than once.

Needless to say, the fool had seemed to forgotten about his own ability and rushed past the other to stick his head in the sink, gulping down tap like a camel before its journey.

Jay blinked once, twice, then simply turned around to the stove, deciding he was satisfied with what little he'd seen of the comedic act.

"...Strange. I thought if Grune liked it, you would, too."

FIN FIN FIN

[sitard.livejournal.com]

......OKAY SO APPARENTLY I DON'T KNOW WHAT 'DRABBLE' MEANS. Oh well. You get it anyway. Sad thing is, I had to shorten the end lawlawlawl.;;;

[lottery.livejournal.com]

if I'm doing this wrong, you know, smack me.

[fandom] Death Note
[pairing] Light/Misa
[keywords] You don't agree, but you don't refuse.
from "Jack the Ripper" by AFI
Lyrics (http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/Jack-The-Ripper-lyrics-A-F-I-AFI/8D2B0F30D2E9638B482571870037674C)
LOOK FREE MUSIC! MP3 (http://www.sendspace.com/file/0gbf8w)

[heartxwish.livejournal.com]

She notices when he hesitates. Though he always tried to hide his feelings, Misa knew. Misa saw Light. But she never thought that she couldn't do anything about it.

So when night came, Misa opened her door for Light. When she asked him, Light would always say everything was okay. When she closed the door, Light would sit on the bed. And Misa knew. She knew Light. Misa saw Light.

He seemed tired. So Misa sat beside him, and held him to her. His soft hair touched her bare shoulder. She stroked at it with delicate fingers. He didn't say a word.

"Misa loves you, Light," she whispered. He shifted a little against her shoulder. He was hesitating when he touched her lips with his, a kiss to perpetuate her trust and devotion. But she didn't believe it to be like that. Because she didn't think she couldn't do anything to ease the tension. He was just uncertain. All new boyfriends were. That's why he hesitates. She tells herself this, anyway.

He was just unsure, maybe even a little shy. But he kisses her anyway. So it must be.

That's why he hesitates.

She tells herself this, anyway.

[affection.livejournal.com]

DOES THIS APPLY TO EX-PLAYERZ?

[sitard.livejournal.com]

...Hmm, I'll take a risk here and say SURE WHY NOT. 8D

[sitard.livejournal.com]

Post to my own post, GO ME. :D

I request ANY PAIRING with Demyx from Kingdome Hearts II, crossover or not :D (WHO DIDN'T SEE THAT COMING, SERIOUSLY).

Nothing in particular as far as keywords go. Be creative! ♥

[leochan.livejournal.com]

zomg you know that I have to take up this offer, Khi. +_+

[leochan.livejournal.com]

.... ya know what...

Here are the few people I'd like to have a fanfic for:

The Queen of Hearts:
  [prompt] red wine, mirror!natsuo, mirror!watanuki, mirror!Ryo, windows

Sheena Fujibayashi:
  [prompt] reflections, relationships (with whoever she's actually talked to on eway), 07/21, and for kicks.. eway!zelos

Yotsuba Koiwai:
  [prompt] ice cream, chocolate, drawing, marly, mr magic water guy, water gun fight

You can choose one, you can choose 'em all, just go ahead and if you want to have any character be in the fic, I'm cool with that. Heck, if the fic is good enough, I might request that it actually be IC? :D

On the Wall, Off the Wall

[stfunotcrying.livejournal.com]

Mirrors are to be broken. They cannot contain her, they cannot contain her glory, her everything. They cannot.

Mirrors show no truth. Nothing! And what do they know to claim to be truthful? Idiots, all of them! Getting in her way, wasting her time, but she won't be late, the QUEEN IS NEVER LATE.

Windows are different. Windows are so very different. They show, but they show in see through.

And in a way, that is most frightening of all.

Not that she, SHE! She cannot be scared of anything.

And yet--

With a wicked smile on her perfect lips, she presses her hand against the glass, and watches it slowly crack under the pressure.

This, too, will not contain Her Glory.

[stfunotcrying.livejournal.com]

All of these can be pairing orientated or not. I leave it up to the writer if they want it to be genfic or not. :3

Loz, Xigbar, and Demyx:
sore pride

Saix and Ritsuka:
cookie heart

Walter and Henry:
behind the door

[sitard.livejournal.com]

TTLY WRITING FOR ALBA TOO only when I'm not on WoW and/or dying of sleep deprivation.

Laters. Totally.

[relics.livejournal.com]

Doumeki x Watanuki x Himawari = Picnic

Mirror! Ryo x Mirror!Watanuki x The Queen of Hearts = Mirror on the wall, what have you seen ... please tell all.

Uhhh can't think of the third one lol. I haven't looked at all so yeah... OH

Xigbar x Demyx = Water sports

[leochan.livejournal.com]

+_+ Oh you know that I'm all over this one.

[leochan.livejournal.com]

... for a second.. I read that as something lesbian... o_O

Goes to show where my mind is. XD

REPOSTING. XD

[iamtherealriku.livejournal.com]

Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Pairing: REPLIKU/Naminé
Keywords: Anything goes, but lighthearted is preferred? XD

Re: REPOSTING. XD

[sitard.livejournal.com]

I'LL WRITE YOU SOMETHING LATER, MEGA. :D *lolz whores this post* But after some sleep. Yuh.

[inhiscase.livejournal.com]

Yay~. And yeah, obviously not all of the prompts will have to be used... 8D; And I'll take any pairing, really, I'm up for crossover, canon, crack, WHATTHEHELLISTHAT (Cloud x Denzel WHAT!?) pairing, ANYTHIIIIING. 8D Throw in references to other characters if you want! THROW IN REFERENCES TO ANYTHING. REFERENCES MAKE ME GIGGLE.

In other words, have fun. 8D And pair any characters you want, or don't, just whatever~. Um, and if there are more than two characters, you can even leave some out if you want! 8D

Denzel, Tifa, Cloud, Marlene: family, lolregret, What does "real parents" really mean?, mirrorTifa

Grune & Demyx (because they need to interact MORE I SAY!): Jay, sleeping, music, random singing on Grune's part (ohcraptheyshouldstartaband), Maelstrom, water vs. Sea, Let us take a little seed♪~ Plant it nicely♪~ Water it well♪~ (hahayaycanonquotes), Dancer Nobodies (why not)

Grune & House (ohshipairingwouldbeappreciated): vicodin, sleeping (again), amnesia, booze, DS, "Bitchin' cane? Looks like fun~."

Martel, Axel, Roxas: magic, half-elves & Nobodies, Cruxis Crystal, Kingdom Hearts, Chronic Angelus... um... Crystallus... Inofficium (OH SHIT I'M COOL FOR REMEMBERING THE NAME PRAISE ME, PRAISE ME NOW)

Martel, Sheena, Zelos: hot historical hunny (ooh alliteration... he should totally call her that D:), summoner, Mithos vs. Yggdrasill, Cruxis Crystal

JUST DO ANYTHING GUYS. Think of these as... suggestions, rather than guidelines. 8D Haha, all I really want is for people to write stuff... about... Eway anything.

Aww, no Karsh. D:

[leochan.livejournal.com]

IS THAT A CHALLENGE I SEE THAR FOR ToS? O|

[white-puzzles.livejournal.com]

Waaaa, this is a nice idea! (*o*; (////)

pairing: Mello x Near
fandom: Death Note
prompt: Inevitability

HAR HAR HAR WATCH ME MESS UP BIGTIME!

[nicotine-sky.livejournal.com]

The saying goes that black and white go hand in hand - yin and yang, dark and light - forever at odds but always together. There is no light without a shadow, and there is no positive unless there is an opposite and equal negative. Scientific and perfect, in a way. Plus and minus, yes and no.

Which was why it was inevitable the two would eventually clash.

They had always been clashing swords from the very beginning - ever since Mello had first set foot at Wammy's and caught sight of the white boy, the one who almost never talked, the one who always sat in the corner twirling his hair and working on a blank puzzle - and thing escalated quickly - things started stacking up higher and higher and higher until the tower was bound to fall. A cardboard castle of tension and fury built up - higher higher higherhigherhigher - until it collapsed from its own weight.

The day L died, the magnificently pathetic structure collapsed, and Mello stormed out of the House, ready to leave the title of "Number One" to Near, for then. For then. White and black, and white emerged victorious, but he'd make sure that things were reversed, soon, soon. Whenever he heard of some progress made on the Kira case by the other, he turned away and worked at his own pace, ready and willing to stand make a stand eventually against the silent face that was Near. I won't lose.

But things never went as planned - Holy Father above, watch me blow this place up and send the ashes swirling up the sky by your side - and when he was left with nothing but a jagged scar that spanned half of his face - marking him as a failure, Mihael, Mihael, what can you do? - and but one path to take, he didn't hesitate, for even a moment. It was inevitable.

Black and white go hand in hand, and one cannot live without the other, one cannot exist unless the other is also there. Balance, perfection. Combine the two - yin and yang - and everything is possible, positive and negative, zero and one.

And when the heart attack tore at his chest, stole his breath in one jagged gasp and made him clutch with desperation at skin-tight leather with fingers that shook with death's final throes, he had no regrets, none at all, because it was inevitable, that black and white must exist together - if one falls then both shall vanish, but together they exist forever and ever and on and on.

[electropods.livejournal.com]

Hm. Throw me a Reno pairing. Honestly, the boy needs some lovin' XD; Make it male though *coughs*

*bricked*

[unbidden.livejournal.com]

Oh sure why not, may as well throw something up here. XD Do what you want with the prompts & such, if you feel so inclined~? ♥

Roxas & Namine; just wondering / once upon a time / everything I'm not

Roxas & Axel; importance of friendship / lazy afternoons / missing you

ANY of the Turks + Rufus if you like; being a professional / working together/teamwork / gossip

[i-will.livejournal.com]

She knows he loves him, just as she knows that she loves another. She's seen the way he looks at him; the same way her lover looks at her when they're alone and nervous but so sure. It's right, somehow, even though it's wrong--all wrong, because they were supposed to be meant for each other. Roxas was supposed to love Namine, as Sora loves Kairi, but maybe, in the end, this was the way it was meant to work. After all, they weren't supposed to have hearts, either; hearts of their own, at least, and perhaps that's why--they aren't linked like they were anymore, even if there's still a connection. It's their own connection now; not secondhand like their emotions used to be.

Still, she can't help but wonder.

When Roxas kisses her, she's speechless. It's almost a defense, because she's afraid that if she says anything the delicate tension they've built up will shatter and the shards will be their undoing. She hesitates and breathes almost silently to preserve this, because she's terrified of what might happen next. When he stands to leave, the pressure in her chest is so great that it squeezes the question out of her in a soft, strangled whisper.

"Why?"

He only smiles at her before turning away. "Just wondering," he says calmly, and then he's gone, and she doesn't have to wonder anymore.

--

I almost spelled can't with a "k". Note to self: Do not write while tired.

[nicotine-sky.livejournal.com]

MelloMatt! :D (Death Note, obviously) No particular wishes, though if you can work in the word "dog" somewhere, I'll be highly amused!

[sugarstacker.livejournal.com]

The song stuck in Matt's head as he sat there, ostensibly working but in reality just smoking and watching Mello sleep, was old, old enough that he didn't even know where he'd heard it. Strains of music older than he was filled his head, vaguely distant and tinny, as though it was playing on a phantom record player somewhere.

“I'll be fine when you're gone;
I'll just cry all night long.”

And there was the rub, wasn't it? No matter what he did, Matt was certain Mello would leave again. He wasn't enough to hold him here. Like water from his cupped hands, even now, he was slowly trickling away, and eventually he'd be gone, no matter how desperately he clutched him and held on.

“Tell me no secrets, tell me some lies.
Give me no reasons, give me alibis.
Tell me you love me and don't make me cry.
Say anything but don't say goodbye.”

And he did, didn't he? Not that he loved him; Mello didn't say sappy shit like that. But he lied to Matt, told him he'd stay, that they'd make it through this and be free of it all, the weight of the past that nearly crushed them both vanished as if it had never been. Matt knew better, but he ate it up, needed to hear it, even though it was so flimsy, as transparent as the smoke he breathed out.

But there were things he didn't ask. The future, he asked about. But not the past. Not why Mello left him, nor why he never called in all those years. He wanted comforting lies, proof Mello cared about him, but he was all too afraid he'd tell him the truth instead. And the truth was the one thing he didn't want to hear.

[ninjaxdoggie.livejournal.com]

Not posting 'cause I'm cool like that and have to flee >>, but this is a wicked awesome idea ♥... And I totally didn't screw up HTML the first time. Of course not.

[i-will.livejournal.com]

Link & anyone or anything: world full of heroes, this is a throwdown--a showdown because I almost forgot I play him, whut

Axel & Martel: complementary (because of their hair colors *dork :D;;;*), what some take for magic at first glance is just sleight of hand

Axel, Roxas, Demyx, Xigbar (any combination): world encyclopedia of twentieth-century murder, light strikes a deal with each coming night, your mom

Light/Misa: a baby sleeps in all our bones so scared to be alone, spare me my life

I hope I did that right. :D;; And feel free to ignore my crappy prompts. I just kind of... picked song lyrics at random.

[ex-impasse.livejournal.com]

Let's see...

Steiner & Vivi; the meaning of life, trust

Xemnas & any of the Organization; sense of duty, shadows, unsaid

Marlene, Denzel, Tifa, Cloud (any combination!); a place to call home, miss you

and yes, you can completely ignore the prompts. *random song names are go!* XD ♥

Like Family

[ex-enables28.livejournal.com]

He’s been at the mansion for a few weeks already when she arrives.


Despite the fact that there are plenty of others back home to look after the young girl, Denzel can’t help but worry that Marlene was going to be stuck at home, back at Edge, all by herself. Barret was constantly coming and going on his little missions and quests; where was she in all of this?

So he has to admit that it’s a relief when she eventually does turn up, lost in the garden and confused and minus the ribbon that usually adorned her hair.

He doesn’t leave her side after that. Clings as best he can without looking too clingy, while still drinking coffee and retaining his independent air that everyone can see anyway but he still feels the need to reassure them of.

After all, she’s family. Marlene’s like a little sister. He does wonder if that makes Tifa and Cloud the mom and dad respectively, but Denzel knows he wouldn’t mind it being that way.


After all, they’re family too. And families always stick together.