[Drabbles] [Various]
cfud, ned and tokage, dreaming
When Ned was sick (a rare but not completely unknown phenomenon), he dreamt of brightly coloured barstools and walls, of the wafting smell of pies and Chuck’s sunny smile (he could never see her eyes though). He dreamt of bright days, hot and sticky but perfect under his fingernails. But when the sickness seeped into his head, the colour would wash away and he would see cold, stone cave walls and something, a something huddled by the cave wall, eyeing him with suspicion.
Green eyes.
There was another boy with that something, a younger, quieter boy who would whisper in the something’s ear, and Ned desperately wanted to leave, back to summer days, and Chuck’s smiles and pies, but then that something looked at him and there was a hint of a grin, toothy and amused and Ned remembered a woman, with curled lizard-lips and raw life in her hands, warm, pressed against him.
He thought of calling her name, of remembering her, but the dream always brought him back to Chuck’s concerned face and the sweat of his pillow. And he forgot.
children of dune, leto and ghanima, stories
The world stops with Ghanima.
Perhaps the more accurate thing to say would be the world begins with Ghanima, but Leto is tired of new beginnings. He’s started the culminations of many surprises, many futures, but he knows he’ll never see it be born, just be instrumental to that birth. So when he lays his head on Ghanima’s lap, her hands on his face, cool, but not so cold that the worm-skin begins to itch. No, Ghani was right and her presence was soothing, like the old waterfalls (Niagara Falls, Earth, Earth, remember Earth John, Jack, Loise, Dermain, Leto, Leto-)
“-Leto?”
He opened his eyes and he touched Ghani’s hair that was falling into her eyes, a finger curled around a strand.
“There’s a story of a man named Samson…,” Leto murmured, “Who was invincible due to his hair. But he fell in love with Delilah who betrayed him and cut off his hair.”
“I know that story,” Ghanima murmured.
“Who will be my Delilah, Ghani?”
She kissed his brow, because it was easier for her than to answer.
supernatural, dean and castiel, all along
Dean Winchester woke up.
Castiel watched him dig himself out of the earth, grasping, clawing, desperate, alive and wanting to live. He felt himself glow. Dean Winchester wants to live.
He fulfilled the first part of his mission.
--
Dean Winchester was utterly blasphemous.
He had no sense of gratitude. He was alive and breathing because of their mercy, a man who was in hell and yet, the gravity of what they had done for him seemed to mean nothing at all. It was frustrating, frustrating like a itch on the back of his skull and yet, as the man continues living the way he always have, there was fascination, how does he do it?
Perhaps this would not be as easy as he originally claimed.
--
Dean Winchester was confusing.
Lives were important to Dean. No one could agree more than Castiel. His life, however, seemed to an entirely different matter and he disregards it in ways that confound Castiel and if he did not step in, Dean Winchester would be lost a second time.
Castiel did not understand why Dean did not take pride in his status, in his destiny. Any other man would look at it as a divine dice cast open his name and embellished in history forever more.
So why does Dean Winchester look at it with heavy eyes?
--
Dean Winchester was precious.
Castiel knew this in his very being, that the moment Dean gripped his shoulder and met his eyes, and this was it, this was what it meant to be saved.
Castiel was right all along.
supernatural, dean and castiel, bumper cars
"There are certain things every man needs to do."
Cas gives him a look, "I am not a man, Dean Winchester."
"We're not doing fucking semantics, okay Cas? My point is--,"
"Your point is negligible."
"--My point is," Dean glares at him, "Is we gotta do this. At least once."
Castiel looks vaguely uncomfortable for once, "I do not like this idea."
"What's not to like?"
"It's dangerous."
"Everything's dangerous. Swine flu's dangerous. And since we can't exactly do this with the Impala, we do the next best thing."
Castiel looks pained, "Bumper cars?"
"Bumper cars."
It was more fun than Castiel had expected. But Dean would have preferred if he didn't ask everyone first if it was okay to bump them before ploughing on ahead.
cfuzazzle, dean and tristan, chance
Dean decided if he ever saw that sonuvabitch playboy Tristan again, he'll shoot the bastard and never look back. Sam and Cas both frowned at him when he said that. Identical fucking frowns. It's a conspiracy.
"He did help, Dean," Sam pointed out, "You could give him some credit."
Dean looked aghast, "He's a sukkubus!"
"Incubus," Cas pointed out helpfully, "He is a small matter right now. Lucifer is our pressing concern."
"Fucking Lucifer," Dean muttered.
"--And he comes first, Dean," Sam pressed, "So forget about it. At least no one was badly hurt by that incident."
Dean thought of Shuri's huddled sobs and Robin's tears, of the way they pulled themselves out of the fire, with the desperate need to live and he sighed, sipping his beer, "Yeah. Nothing too bad."
"We should go," Castiel said, glancing at the booths, "It's not safe for us to linger."
"You're a prude, you know that, Cas?" And Dean tossed the change on the table and walked by, noting one gay couple. He almost paused. Something about the man's eyes made him rethink leaving. But he shook the fog from his head and left.
Tristan smirked.
big bang theory, howard and raj, fanfiction
Once upon a time, Howard wrote fanfiction. He was in his perky teen years and Shinji seemed like a good role model but not good enough for those chicks, because damn. So Howard wrote fanfiction as MechaKickAssBabeLuver94 and his self-insert (he refused to call him a Stu. It was a terrible name). Then after a while and replying to reviews, it got boring and tedious and seriously, the new Superman movie was here, he didn't have time for this.
He didn't delete the account and it was through sheer accident when he was setting up Raj's WoW profile and Raj exclaimed, "Wow. You wrote fanfiction?"
Howard considered jumping on him and knocking it out but Raj had more muscles. It was an Indian thing.
"It was a long time ago," Howard whined, "Stop bringing up old history."
"In other words, don't tell Sheldon and Leonard?"
"I was thinking more don't tell Penny. I don't think Sheldon would care and Leonard doesn't like Eva." He sniffed. Leonard often missed the finer points of Eva. Or the amount of blood made him queasy. He wasn't sure which one.
"I still can't believe it," Raj shook his head, "How low did you fall?"
"And who can't talk to girls again?"
Raj wisely shut up.
transformers animated, bumblebee and prowl, christmas
"Christmas~! Christmas~!" Bumblebee exclaimed happily, skipping around the base, "We're going to get presents!"
Prowl gave him a look, "You do realize the likelihood of this Santa Claus to give presents to Autobots his highly unlikely, of course."
Bumblebee scowled at him, "Sari said Santa loves everyone! Even Autobots! And you're just a Grinch, Prowl! I bet you'll get coal."
"What's wrong with coal? It's a source of energy, save a polluting one."
Bumblebee rolled his optics the best he could, "Whatever. I'm going to get a cannon."
Prowl frowned. He still thought this Santa thing was unlikely, but Bumblebee had clearly banked his hopes on it. It made him... worry slightly if this Santa organic didn't come through, what would happen to Bumblebee?
-XX-
"It's Christmassssssssssss~!" Bumblebee yelled loudly, waking all the Autobots from their stasisnaps, "I wanna see what he got me!"
It wasn't exactly a cannon, but it was some new upgrades for his stingers and Bumblebee whooped with glee as he went to Ratchet to get them outfitted. Prowl stood in the corner, smiling slightly. He could get why this Santa person liked his job so much. The payoff was worth it.
cfud, juri and kanon, annoyances
Of all the exchange students to come to Ohtori High, he was the least expected. Kanon grinned at her and she answered with a blank face and a whisk of her hair (dramatic). Kanon kept his pace up with her, still smiling infuriatingly, and Juri curled her hands into fists.
"You have no reason to be here," Juri snipped icily.
"Ahh, I wouldn't say that," Kanon peered at her, "You don't have reasons to be here either."
That was somewhat true. All her ambitions spiralled from her until there was nothing left and now she was left with just being Arisugawa Juri. Kanon watched as the emotions play across her face and grinned.
"Then are you offering me a chance to leave?" Juri spoke softly. Her hand grasped her neck, unused to not seeing the chain there.
"I might be," Kanon said cheekily, "Or I might not!"
Juri smiled slightly. It was a choice. It was more than she ever had.
cfud, haruka and klavier, late night party
It was the tail-end of the Christmas party, and Klavier was reminded that he's somewhat glad Christmas only comes once a year. Though, after leaving camp, meeting his old friends from his world left him... rather disjointed. Like a sea of faces that were blank and empty. He sipped the eggnog as the stream of people left his house, empty, emptier than before and the slight pang of loneliness struck him like a clock chime. He leaned back on his chair and closed his eyes, remembering camp's christmases, fleeting, but dear memories slipping into his mind, Haruka's face during mistletoe, the not-so-good cocoa evenings in the mess hall... the sound of bells on the doorways, chiming with the wind...
There was a large gust of wind and Klavier opened his eyes blearily.
Haruka stood there, near the window, his wings black and unfolded and his face slightly red (only slightly this time) and he muttered, "Merry Christmas"
Klavier couldn't help the grin, "What took you so long?"
When Ned was sick (a rare but not completely unknown phenomenon), he dreamt of brightly coloured barstools and walls, of the wafting smell of pies and Chuck’s sunny smile (he could never see her eyes though). He dreamt of bright days, hot and sticky but perfect under his fingernails. But when the sickness seeped into his head, the colour would wash away and he would see cold, stone cave walls and something, a something huddled by the cave wall, eyeing him with suspicion.
Green eyes.
There was another boy with that something, a younger, quieter boy who would whisper in the something’s ear, and Ned desperately wanted to leave, back to summer days, and Chuck’s smiles and pies, but then that something looked at him and there was a hint of a grin, toothy and amused and Ned remembered a woman, with curled lizard-lips and raw life in her hands, warm, pressed against him.
He thought of calling her name, of remembering her, but the dream always brought him back to Chuck’s concerned face and the sweat of his pillow. And he forgot.
children of dune, leto and ghanima, stories
The world stops with Ghanima.
Perhaps the more accurate thing to say would be the world begins with Ghanima, but Leto is tired of new beginnings. He’s started the culminations of many surprises, many futures, but he knows he’ll never see it be born, just be instrumental to that birth. So when he lays his head on Ghanima’s lap, her hands on his face, cool, but not so cold that the worm-skin begins to itch. No, Ghani was right and her presence was soothing, like the old waterfalls (Niagara Falls, Earth, Earth, remember Earth John, Jack, Loise, Dermain, Leto, Leto-)
“-Leto?”
He opened his eyes and he touched Ghani’s hair that was falling into her eyes, a finger curled around a strand.
“There’s a story of a man named Samson…,” Leto murmured, “Who was invincible due to his hair. But he fell in love with Delilah who betrayed him and cut off his hair.”
“I know that story,” Ghanima murmured.
“Who will be my Delilah, Ghani?”
She kissed his brow, because it was easier for her than to answer.
supernatural, dean and castiel, all along
Dean Winchester woke up.
Castiel watched him dig himself out of the earth, grasping, clawing, desperate, alive and wanting to live. He felt himself glow. Dean Winchester wants to live.
He fulfilled the first part of his mission.
--
Dean Winchester was utterly blasphemous.
He had no sense of gratitude. He was alive and breathing because of their mercy, a man who was in hell and yet, the gravity of what they had done for him seemed to mean nothing at all. It was frustrating, frustrating like a itch on the back of his skull and yet, as the man continues living the way he always have, there was fascination, how does he do it?
Perhaps this would not be as easy as he originally claimed.
--
Dean Winchester was confusing.
Lives were important to Dean. No one could agree more than Castiel. His life, however, seemed to an entirely different matter and he disregards it in ways that confound Castiel and if he did not step in, Dean Winchester would be lost a second time.
Castiel did not understand why Dean did not take pride in his status, in his destiny. Any other man would look at it as a divine dice cast open his name and embellished in history forever more.
So why does Dean Winchester look at it with heavy eyes?
--
Dean Winchester was precious.
Castiel knew this in his very being, that the moment Dean gripped his shoulder and met his eyes, and this was it, this was what it meant to be saved.
Castiel was right all along.
supernatural, dean and castiel, bumper cars
"There are certain things every man needs to do."
Cas gives him a look, "I am not a man, Dean Winchester."
"We're not doing fucking semantics, okay Cas? My point is--,"
"Your point is negligible."
"--My point is," Dean glares at him, "Is we gotta do this. At least once."
Castiel looks vaguely uncomfortable for once, "I do not like this idea."
"What's not to like?"
"It's dangerous."
"Everything's dangerous. Swine flu's dangerous. And since we can't exactly do this with the Impala, we do the next best thing."
Castiel looks pained, "Bumper cars?"
"Bumper cars."
It was more fun than Castiel had expected. But Dean would have preferred if he didn't ask everyone first if it was okay to bump them before ploughing on ahead.
cfuzazzle, dean and tristan, chance
Dean decided if he ever saw that sonuvabitch playboy Tristan again, he'll shoot the bastard and never look back. Sam and Cas both frowned at him when he said that. Identical fucking frowns. It's a conspiracy.
"He did help, Dean," Sam pointed out, "You could give him some credit."
Dean looked aghast, "He's a sukkubus!"
"Incubus," Cas pointed out helpfully, "He is a small matter right now. Lucifer is our pressing concern."
"Fucking Lucifer," Dean muttered.
"--And he comes first, Dean," Sam pressed, "So forget about it. At least no one was badly hurt by that incident."
Dean thought of Shuri's huddled sobs and Robin's tears, of the way they pulled themselves out of the fire, with the desperate need to live and he sighed, sipping his beer, "Yeah. Nothing too bad."
"We should go," Castiel said, glancing at the booths, "It's not safe for us to linger."
"You're a prude, you know that, Cas?" And Dean tossed the change on the table and walked by, noting one gay couple. He almost paused. Something about the man's eyes made him rethink leaving. But he shook the fog from his head and left.
Tristan smirked.
big bang theory, howard and raj, fanfiction
Once upon a time, Howard wrote fanfiction. He was in his perky teen years and Shinji seemed like a good role model but not good enough for those chicks, because damn. So Howard wrote fanfiction as MechaKickAssBabeLuver94 and his self-insert (he refused to call him a Stu. It was a terrible name). Then after a while and replying to reviews, it got boring and tedious and seriously, the new Superman movie was here, he didn't have time for this.
He didn't delete the account and it was through sheer accident when he was setting up Raj's WoW profile and Raj exclaimed, "Wow. You wrote fanfiction?"
Howard considered jumping on him and knocking it out but Raj had more muscles. It was an Indian thing.
"It was a long time ago," Howard whined, "Stop bringing up old history."
"In other words, don't tell Sheldon and Leonard?"
"I was thinking more don't tell Penny. I don't think Sheldon would care and Leonard doesn't like Eva." He sniffed. Leonard often missed the finer points of Eva. Or the amount of blood made him queasy. He wasn't sure which one.
"I still can't believe it," Raj shook his head, "How low did you fall?"
"And who can't talk to girls again?"
Raj wisely shut up.
transformers animated, bumblebee and prowl, christmas
"Christmas~! Christmas~!" Bumblebee exclaimed happily, skipping around the base, "We're going to get presents!"
Prowl gave him a look, "You do realize the likelihood of this Santa Claus to give presents to Autobots his highly unlikely, of course."
Bumblebee scowled at him, "Sari said Santa loves everyone! Even Autobots! And you're just a Grinch, Prowl! I bet you'll get coal."
"What's wrong with coal? It's a source of energy, save a polluting one."
Bumblebee rolled his optics the best he could, "Whatever. I'm going to get a cannon."
Prowl frowned. He still thought this Santa thing was unlikely, but Bumblebee had clearly banked his hopes on it. It made him... worry slightly if this Santa organic didn't come through, what would happen to Bumblebee?
-XX-
"It's Christmassssssssssss~!" Bumblebee yelled loudly, waking all the Autobots from their stasisnaps, "I wanna see what he got me!"
It wasn't exactly a cannon, but it was some new upgrades for his stingers and Bumblebee whooped with glee as he went to Ratchet to get them outfitted. Prowl stood in the corner, smiling slightly. He could get why this Santa person liked his job so much. The payoff was worth it.
cfud, juri and kanon, annoyances
Of all the exchange students to come to Ohtori High, he was the least expected. Kanon grinned at her and she answered with a blank face and a whisk of her hair (dramatic). Kanon kept his pace up with her, still smiling infuriatingly, and Juri curled her hands into fists.
"You have no reason to be here," Juri snipped icily.
"Ahh, I wouldn't say that," Kanon peered at her, "You don't have reasons to be here either."
That was somewhat true. All her ambitions spiralled from her until there was nothing left and now she was left with just being Arisugawa Juri. Kanon watched as the emotions play across her face and grinned.
"Then are you offering me a chance to leave?" Juri spoke softly. Her hand grasped her neck, unused to not seeing the chain there.
"I might be," Kanon said cheekily, "Or I might not!"
Juri smiled slightly. It was a choice. It was more than she ever had.
cfud, haruka and klavier, late night party
It was the tail-end of the Christmas party, and Klavier was reminded that he's somewhat glad Christmas only comes once a year. Though, after leaving camp, meeting his old friends from his world left him... rather disjointed. Like a sea of faces that were blank and empty. He sipped the eggnog as the stream of people left his house, empty, emptier than before and the slight pang of loneliness struck him like a clock chime. He leaned back on his chair and closed his eyes, remembering camp's christmases, fleeting, but dear memories slipping into his mind, Haruka's face during mistletoe, the not-so-good cocoa evenings in the mess hall... the sound of bells on the doorways, chiming with the wind...
There was a large gust of wind and Klavier opened his eyes blearily.
Haruka stood there, near the window, his wings black and unfolded and his face slightly red (only slightly this time) and he muttered, "Merry Christmas"
Klavier couldn't help the grin, "What took you so long?"