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Title: Corruption
Rating: Light PG-13
Characters: Balthier/Vaan
Prompt: Piercings
Vaan, despite having lived a not-so-luxurious life, despite having to become a thief just to feed himself, was, by comparison, for the most part, an innocent.
And, according to Penelo, very naïve.
She had seen Balthier staring at the younger boy with, as she put it, “eyes far more intense then he can currently handle”. The tiny blonde had explained that while yes, he had good sense and street smarts, he was quite oblivious to anything around him in the manner of… Admirers.
To which he had easily deciphered as “Vaan’s still a virgin, please don’t mess with his head. Too much”. After all, what were little sisters for but to torture their older brothers? (Blood relation not withstanding.)
It was something he had figured out quite early on in the game, but still, to have confirmation was handy. And if the added temptation of being able to teach his mind every last hidden detail about the carnal sins and forms of pleasure wasn't enough, now he'd be able to thoroughly corrupt that nubile young body. It really wasn’t going to be his fault if he suddenly pulled the boy down to his quarters to seduce and ruin him for all others.
Vaan, Balthier decided, looked far too wantonly at the controls of the Strahl for his own good.
---
He had gone ghost white at the sight, and it took everything in Balthier’s will not to smirk. He didn’t want to frighten the boy anymore than he already had, after all.
And really, it was quite entirely Vaan’s fault in the first place.
“I--I didn’t know you could pierce that.”
With something akin to glee, Balthier pounced.
Random drabble written while chatting with pollinia.
Wolfram/Yuuri - "Sneak Attack"
Yuuri couldn't really recall the events that took place up to his being unconscious, but he knew exactly who to blame.
Even if he wouldn't voice it out loud.
Upon waking and finding his limbs tied to the bedposts and a throbbing lump on his forehead, his first thought was Gunter had finally lost it. But then reason kicked in and told him there was no way because to the advisor the very thought of causing physical pain to his beloved king would be followed by a fainting spell and possibly an attempt to slice off his own thumbs.
A light breeze passed over his nether regions and he dazedly realized he was posed quite provocatively without a stitch of clothing on his body (including his Maou issue g-string).
He titled his head to the left and saw Wolfram sitting smugly on a high backed wooden chair, one leg crossed primly over the other as his fingers tapped a steady beat on the arm rests.
“By morning you will see things my way.”
Yuuri squeaked.
Prompt 003:
I'm definitely shaking
The silence isn't breaking
Backwashed and stranded memories
Of something I thought could be
Title: Not Then, Only Now
Rating: G
Characters: Aerith/Zack
It’s raining.
He’s gone.
She hasn’t seen him in years, nearly five of them. He disappeared off the map one day, never made contact, never sent word. One of his friends had had the courtesy, two months after the fact, to come by the little house she shared with her mother, to inform her that he was officially listed as Killed In Action.
She did not mourn for him. He was not dead.
When she was a young girl, sixteen and innocent, she’d dreamed of a little house outside the city, of adventures and babies and a life with someone she loved. When she’d found him, not by chance, but by fate, she’d finally had a face to place on the nameless man in her fantasies, and she’d loved him with everything she could.
Deep inside her heart, weaved inside the light inside her, she can feel him, still breathing and feeling. He hurts, both for himself and for another, but these powers her mother passed down through her blood tell her everything she needs to know.
Except one day, as she tends to her flowers, she feels a chill go down her spine, and a great burning inside her chest, and she feels his soul go out, like a burning candle suddenly deprived of air.
It’s raining.
She cries.
Prompt 004:
And will you still be feeling all right…
In the morning with the sun peeking through the blinds?
And will you say it was a good time?
And will you tell him anything?
He’s got you right where he wants you…
Title: Four to Score
Rating: PG-13 (to be safe)
Characters: Robin POV, Robin/Barney
The thing is, last night at the bar, it sounded like such a good idea.
Except now, as the dim winter sun peeks through her blinds, casting red tinted light all over her room, and what will very likely turn out to be the biggest mistake of her life (past, and present, and that includes the singing thing), she curses her love for scotch for the first time in a while and wishes she could go back to sleep and put off something she is so not prepared for.
In the back of her mind, it occurs to her that she’s kissed almost every single person in her immediate group of friends (and if you count that one dream after she got back from Argentina, that tally includes herself). Except Marshall. But even thought-Robin isn’t going to go there.
The problem is that while this was also incredibly stupid and moronic and other words she can’t even think of right now (and why the hell does she feel so awkward about this. He’s certainly not going to be), there’s this little sliver of doubt that thinks maybe it wasn't completely idiotic, and it whispers gently in the shell of her ear that it was certainly the best sex of her life, if anything else.
Which, naturally, disturbs her.
But the way her knew her body like it was his own, the way he didn’t have to search out her ticklish spots or the sensitive place on her right shoulder that made her moan when someone bit on it gently, almost has her wondering if he asked Ted for tips before coming at her with an offhand suggestion that they jump in bed (and really, last night it made complete sense). With both of them single and not even close to looking for anything resembling commitment, the transition from best friends into bedmates seemed almost natural.
She mentally side-whooshes back to her current situation, with the naked and the Barney and burning fear that this is going to somehow destroy their relationship.
The thing is, while she was mentally ripping herself apart and contemplating jumping out her third story window, he kind of woke up.
And. Well. He’s certainly not freaking out. In fact… He’s kind of touching her just right, all over again, and inner-Robin goes suddenly quiet and.
Maybe this might work out after all.
Prompt 005:
every saint has a past and every sinner has a future
Title: Mmmm. Cake.
Rating: G
Characters: Rodney & Sam (no shippiness). Shep/Teyla in background.
“Cake.”
“I… beg your pardon?”
“It all began with cake.”
“You’ve lost it.”
“No! Think about it! If they hadn’t had that sinfully awesome cake at the wedding, then I wouldn’t have eaten four slices and gained that extra weight. At which point I wouldn’t have lost my breath while running for my life through the jungle, tripped four meters from the gate--”
“Meters? You’re so Canadian.”
“--Bask in my genius, everyone else does. I wouldn’t have tripped and broken my arm. If I hadn’t broken my arm, I wouldn’t have spent six weeks unable to do anything but watch all the films on base, and really banning me from my lab was SO unfair, considering I almost died--”
“Try to refrain from insulting the villagers with the sharp sticks then.”
“--Like you're a perfect saint. And I wouldn’t have found the movie, gotten all the songs stuck in my head, and been forced to play them--”
“Over and over and over and over--”
“--At acceptably based intervals.”
“Thus getting it stuck in everyone else’s head. I get you.”
“It started with cake.”
“It was a beautiful wedding.”
“You could barely see the baby kicking under the dress.”
“Rodney!”
“I’m just saying.”
Rating: Light PG-13
Characters: Balthier/Vaan
Prompt: Piercings
Vaan, despite having lived a not-so-luxurious life, despite having to become a thief just to feed himself, was, by comparison, for the most part, an innocent.
And, according to Penelo, very naïve.
She had seen Balthier staring at the younger boy with, as she put it, “eyes far more intense then he can currently handle”. The tiny blonde had explained that while yes, he had good sense and street smarts, he was quite oblivious to anything around him in the manner of… Admirers.
To which he had easily deciphered as “Vaan’s still a virgin, please don’t mess with his head. Too much”. After all, what were little sisters for but to torture their older brothers? (Blood relation not withstanding.)
It was something he had figured out quite early on in the game, but still, to have confirmation was handy. And if the added temptation of being able to teach his mind every last hidden detail about the carnal sins and forms of pleasure wasn't enough, now he'd be able to thoroughly corrupt that nubile young body. It really wasn’t going to be his fault if he suddenly pulled the boy down to his quarters to seduce and ruin him for all others.
Vaan, Balthier decided, looked far too wantonly at the controls of the Strahl for his own good.
---
He had gone ghost white at the sight, and it took everything in Balthier’s will not to smirk. He didn’t want to frighten the boy anymore than he already had, after all.
And really, it was quite entirely Vaan’s fault in the first place.
“I--I didn’t know you could pierce that.”
With something akin to glee, Balthier pounced.
Random drabble written while chatting with pollinia.
Wolfram/Yuuri - "Sneak Attack"
Yuuri couldn't really recall the events that took place up to his being unconscious, but he knew exactly who to blame.
Even if he wouldn't voice it out loud.
Upon waking and finding his limbs tied to the bedposts and a throbbing lump on his forehead, his first thought was Gunter had finally lost it. But then reason kicked in and told him there was no way because to the advisor the very thought of causing physical pain to his beloved king would be followed by a fainting spell and possibly an attempt to slice off his own thumbs.
A light breeze passed over his nether regions and he dazedly realized he was posed quite provocatively without a stitch of clothing on his body (including his Maou issue g-string).
He titled his head to the left and saw Wolfram sitting smugly on a high backed wooden chair, one leg crossed primly over the other as his fingers tapped a steady beat on the arm rests.
“By morning you will see things my way.”
Yuuri squeaked.
Prompt 003:
I'm definitely shaking
The silence isn't breaking
Backwashed and stranded memories
Of something I thought could be
Title: Not Then, Only Now
Rating: G
Characters: Aerith/Zack
It’s raining.
He’s gone.
She hasn’t seen him in years, nearly five of them. He disappeared off the map one day, never made contact, never sent word. One of his friends had had the courtesy, two months after the fact, to come by the little house she shared with her mother, to inform her that he was officially listed as Killed In Action.
She did not mourn for him. He was not dead.
When she was a young girl, sixteen and innocent, she’d dreamed of a little house outside the city, of adventures and babies and a life with someone she loved. When she’d found him, not by chance, but by fate, she’d finally had a face to place on the nameless man in her fantasies, and she’d loved him with everything she could.
Deep inside her heart, weaved inside the light inside her, she can feel him, still breathing and feeling. He hurts, both for himself and for another, but these powers her mother passed down through her blood tell her everything she needs to know.
Except one day, as she tends to her flowers, she feels a chill go down her spine, and a great burning inside her chest, and she feels his soul go out, like a burning candle suddenly deprived of air.
It’s raining.
She cries.
Prompt 004:
And will you still be feeling all right…
In the morning with the sun peeking through the blinds?
And will you say it was a good time?
And will you tell him anything?
He’s got you right where he wants you…
Title: Four to Score
Rating: PG-13 (to be safe)
Characters: Robin POV, Robin/Barney
The thing is, last night at the bar, it sounded like such a good idea.
Except now, as the dim winter sun peeks through her blinds, casting red tinted light all over her room, and what will very likely turn out to be the biggest mistake of her life (past, and present, and that includes the singing thing), she curses her love for scotch for the first time in a while and wishes she could go back to sleep and put off something she is so not prepared for.
In the back of her mind, it occurs to her that she’s kissed almost every single person in her immediate group of friends (and if you count that one dream after she got back from Argentina, that tally includes herself). Except Marshall. But even thought-Robin isn’t going to go there.
The problem is that while this was also incredibly stupid and moronic and other words she can’t even think of right now (and why the hell does she feel so awkward about this. He’s certainly not going to be), there’s this little sliver of doubt that thinks maybe it wasn't completely idiotic, and it whispers gently in the shell of her ear that it was certainly the best sex of her life, if anything else.
Which, naturally, disturbs her.
But the way her knew her body like it was his own, the way he didn’t have to search out her ticklish spots or the sensitive place on her right shoulder that made her moan when someone bit on it gently, almost has her wondering if he asked Ted for tips before coming at her with an offhand suggestion that they jump in bed (and really, last night it made complete sense). With both of them single and not even close to looking for anything resembling commitment, the transition from best friends into bedmates seemed almost natural.
She mentally side-whooshes back to her current situation, with the naked and the Barney and burning fear that this is going to somehow destroy their relationship.
The thing is, while she was mentally ripping herself apart and contemplating jumping out her third story window, he kind of woke up.
And. Well. He’s certainly not freaking out. In fact… He’s kind of touching her just right, all over again, and inner-Robin goes suddenly quiet and.
Maybe this might work out after all.
Prompt 005:
every saint has a past and every sinner has a future
Title: Mmmm. Cake.
Rating: G
Characters: Rodney & Sam (no shippiness). Shep/Teyla in background.
“Cake.”
“I… beg your pardon?”
“It all began with cake.”
“You’ve lost it.”
“No! Think about it! If they hadn’t had that sinfully awesome cake at the wedding, then I wouldn’t have eaten four slices and gained that extra weight. At which point I wouldn’t have lost my breath while running for my life through the jungle, tripped four meters from the gate--”
“Meters? You’re so Canadian.”
“--Bask in my genius, everyone else does. I wouldn’t have tripped and broken my arm. If I hadn’t broken my arm, I wouldn’t have spent six weeks unable to do anything but watch all the films on base, and really banning me from my lab was SO unfair, considering I almost died--”
“Try to refrain from insulting the villagers with the sharp sticks then.”
“--Like you're a perfect saint. And I wouldn’t have found the movie, gotten all the songs stuck in my head, and been forced to play them--”
“Over and over and over and over--”
“--At acceptably based intervals.”
“Thus getting it stuck in everyone else’s head. I get you.”
“It started with cake.”
“It was a beautiful wedding.”
“You could barely see the baby kicking under the dress.”
“Rodney!”
“I’m just saying.”