drabbles

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22/26 (obviously I can't count)

Am trying to meet exact requests, but ultimately I can only write what the muses give me. Hopefully they please anyway.




Kidnapped - Einn/Cyan for rykaine

Einn strode to the window and made himself stand there, because he most certainly was not going to pace. There was no reason to pace. It wasn't like he was sick or dying or anything. It was a stupid, basic -- okay, maybe not basic -- examination.

It would solve a major ongoing dilemma, or at least point them in the right direction to curing it.

He glared as some annoying hellcat across the room snapped her gum. She smiled back, all teeth, and he rolled his eyes and looked back out the window.

There was a whole lot of nothing to watch outside. The life of IA agents was sporadic at best, and conventional hours were a lost cause -- if the stars had anything resembling conventional hours to start. It was later, just past midnight according to zero standard.

Fucking Cyan had been in the exam room for four damn hours -- what in the hell were they doing to him? Did the tests always take this long? Had something gone wrong and stupid Cyan was telling them not to tell them?

Had someone forgot to keep any Sardoran doctors well away from him?

Turning away from the window, he strode to the wall where a data screen was set up, restlessly punching various buttons to call up the warm and friendly explanations of rather gruesome undertakings.

Shuddering, making note to just set his stunner to its highest setting should he ever require such things in his old age, Einn spun away and strode back to the window.

How many times did he hae to walk back and forth before it was considered pacing? He scowled at the window, and pondering breaking it just to relieve tension and offer distraction.

Then he heard the sound of the door sliding open, and jerked around. Tension eased as he saw Cyan stride out, looking tired but otherwise fine. "So?" He asked.

"We're having twins," Cyan said blandly.

"Ha ha," Einn replied. "Stop trying to be funny, rehab."

Cyan yawned and rubbed his eyes. "Promise me something, pirate."

"What?" Einn asked cautiously, not really liking Cyan asking for promises after coming out of a medical exam that lasted one million point two hours.

"If we ever get old enough to require this kind of shit to stay aliive, let's just set the stunner to well done."

Einn threw his head back and laughed, then bent to kiss his lover soundly. "Naturally. So what do the finest medical experts on zero think?"

"That I should stay off Sardor, and probably have my mother to blame, but they won't know for a few days. They said they'd send the file over. Shall we go get dinner or breakfast or whatever?"

"Forget it," Einn said. "You look ready to drop, and all this stress isn't good for the children."

"Now who's being funny?" Cyan retorted, but didn't protest the arm Einn threw around his shoulders to lead him from the med buidilng.


Genuises for bloodied_eden

Calvn wasn't certain which of them felt more out of place.

Poor Jason, who was probably going to be famous no matter what he did to avoid it. No genuis went unscathed for long, and his lover was definitely that.

At least the food and drink was worth it, at least for a little while.

The monkey suit, however, was not. Thirty more minutes, max, and he was ditching his lover's fancy la-dee-da to reassume normal people clothing. He sipped his champagne as he trolled the room, occasionally looking around to see how Jason was handling the geeks clamoring around him -- a few of them entirely too close, and he made careful note, because if they got any closer...

When his champagne abruptly ran out, Calvin frowned in displeasure. He'd only had the nasty stuff before, which to his mind gave him entirely too much an idea what rotted ass would taste like -- but this was the good stuff. Like, probably cost more than he wanted to know, good. Good and tasty. Just as he was beginning to frown, a waiter appeared and quick as a blink he had a full flute instead of empty.

Resuming his sipping, he slowly strolled his way toward the back. A quick glance about the room revealed that Jason had vanished. Hmm.

Finishing his champganze in one long gulp, wondering how many rules of High Society he had just breached, he set the flute on the first flat surface he found and then abandoned the fancy part to slip into the back rooms.

A minute was all it took to stride through living room and dining room and kitchen and other rooms for which he had no name, before finally sliding into the quiet haven of Jason's office.

Which, really, bore a close resemblance to his entire college apartment, but that was Jason -- the rest of the house might be fancy, to please visitors and family and whatall, but their rooms were still normal.

He quirked a brow as Jason fumbled for a moment beneath one leather couch, and finally came up with a large orange toolkit. "What are you planning to do?" he asked, anticipation already beginning to heat his champagne-rich blood.

"Seven different jerks asked me about you, and they didn't back off when I said you were mine," Jason replied, a gleam in his eyes that always spelled 'police and fire department'.

Calvin loved that look. "We should compare notes," he said, and went to retrieve his own case. "Cause I had plans for a few standing too close to you."

Jason grinned, and stood up to shuck his tux, exchanging it for jeans and t-shirt.

Crossing the room, Calvin dropped a brief kiss on Jason's mouth, then moved to find more suitable attire himself.

The guests had better enjoy the champagne and cavier, he thought, because they were all walking home.


'Something with Dancing' for TOD

Lowell yawned wide as he stumbled half asleep through the house, his senses alerted by something, but nothing dangerous or weird in a bad way -- and he could smell Peter, who seemed happy, even if he wasn't in bed where Lowell kinda wished they still were, even if he still wasn't quite used to the thoughts and images that filled his mind when he put 'Peter' and 'bed' in the same sentence.

He growled low and deep as he pushed open the door to the back deck.

Soft music played, the kind he associated with fancy places that were so beyond the means of a homeless werewolf.

The moon was full, and Peter looked pretty beneath it, especially since he was wearing only his favorite black sleep pants and an old wife-beater.

So not the Peter everyone else saw, and it made Lowell growl again as he prowled closer.

Peter turned, smiling in welcome, holding his arms out to fold Lowell in a warm embrace. He smelled like sleep, and a bit of sex, but mostly just like himself, which was to Lowell's mind the finest scent in the world.

"What are you doing up?" he asked, nuzzling against Peter's chest, unable not to.

"Couldn't sleep," Peter said. "Despite our best efforst, I fear I'm still wide awake."

Lowell yawned again, not surprised. Peter was more than a little bit of a night owl. He looked up to make some gentle jest, but was met with a kiss that promptly made him forget what he was going to say.

When they broke apart, Peter tugged him more to the center of the porch. "Did you ever learn how to dance, Low?"

"No," Low said, feeling uncomfortable. But befor he could begin to wallow in it, his lack of a normal upbringing, Peter was kissing him again, and coaxing, and moving, and after several minutes of doing his best to follow along, the unhappiness had drifted away again, leaving only the moon and the music, and them.



Kidnapped - Jewels of Bangkok for desolate03

"Try this one next, pretty," Baxter said, and held up another tiny glass made of crystal. It was filled with a wine the color of blood, and very nearly of that consistency.

Elton drank it. "Sweet, fruity, very rich."

"Now this one," Lucid commanded, and held up another.

"I can drink myself," Elton said in amusement, but obediently drank. "Extremely sweet. Tastes like candy."

Lucid nodded to acknowledge his words, and motioned to a nearby attendant as behind him one of his various assistant typed and punched furiously into a datapad.

The signaled attendant came forward with another tray on which another half dozen tny glasses were arranged.

"My head is beginning to spin," Elton said, but continued to sampel the various wines, brandys, and assorted spirits that continued to be carried out over the next hour.

When the trays finally ceased to appear, he held a hand to his spinning head and did not protest when Baxter tugged him close, letting his eyes fall shut as he relaxed into Baxter's solid warmth. A soft kiss brushed across his brow, making him smile, and he dozed lightly there as Baxter and Lucid discussed the various samples, and where and how to disperse them throughout Bangkok to test upon the crowds.

He stirred at the press of another kiss, this time to the corner of his mouth. "Food or bed, pretty?"

"Yes," Elton replied with another yawn. "You always get me drunk at these tastings."

The twins laughed softly, fondly, petting and kissing him as the room emptied of everyone else. "You're adorable drunk, what can we say? When we met, you were drunk. Call it nostalgia."

Elton rolled his eyes. "Ridiculous." He pushed himself to his feet. "Let's go eat, and try some more of that new Mars wine. Then we can relive other bits of when we met."

Murmuring their approval for the plan, they dragged him off to dinner.


Sharing for thelobstermob

Preston was going to draw and quarter himself a couple of vampires.

The angry silence was three hours running, and his few attempts at drawing out the reason for the stoney silence had netted him nothing but a foul mood of his own -- not least of all, because before they had always been more than happy to tell him what was wrong. Why were they not telling him now? They had only moved in to the new house a few weeks ago; there were still a few boxes they never quite got around to unpacking...and now Tremont and Sandro were not speaking.

"Fuck this," he muttered, then said more loudly, "When the two of you want to grow up and act like adults, instead of behaving like three hundred year old children, come find me. Until then, just keep glaring at one another."

Stalking off, he retrieved his katan from where he had left it in the front hallway, then stalked back through the house to the back patio, a massive expanse covered by smooth, even tiles. There was zero moon above, but they had been certain to put in excellent lighting -- it was nearly as bright as day. Shucking everything but his sleep pants, Preston unsheathed his sword and moved into position.

Channeling the urge to slice up both his lovers into microscopic pieces, wondering for the millionth time what in the hell he'd been thinking to take both of them as lovers, he moved back and forth across the patio, feeling the tile, the warm air, the way the blade obeyed his every command.

When he finally drew to a close, panting and sweaty and mostly drained of the desire to kill a certain two vampires, he turned to see Tremon and Sandro watching him. Avidly.

Both wore jeans - no doubt designer on both counts -- but Tremont wore a simple white t-shirt, while Sandro wore a short-sleeved black button down. He was more than happy to stare at them just as avidly as they watched him, but first thing was first. "Are you two done being bitchy? What the hell were you arguing about, anyway? Or do I still not get to know?" He could not keep all the bitterness from his voice on the last question.

"You," Sandro replied.

Preston waited for more, and glared when it did not seem to be forthcoming.

"Your birthday," Tremont finally clarified. "We got into an argument about what to do for it, and what to get."

Rolling his eyes, Preston finally moved toward them, allowing Sandro to take his sword and set it aside. "My birthday is two weeks away, idiots," he said, sliding his arms around Tremont, pressing back against Sandro. He moaned as both bit down on his throat, letting them take his weight as they briefly fed, shuddering at the way they touched him while they did it.

"Did you finally decide on my present?" he asked when he could speak again.

"Yes," Sandro said, teeth scraping the back of his neck.

The things they did with their hands made it hard to remember what his question had been, but Preston rallied. "So what is it?" he gasped out.

Tremont fondled him through his soft sleep pants. "You'll find out in two weeks."

Preston nodded, but made note to wheedle it out of them later.


Main Gauche - Brother Bonding for _calex_

"Sabre!"

He looked up with an habitual scowl, but it eased as Dagger's voice registerd, and vanished almost entirely as Dagger and Epee drew close.

"Hello," Dagger said with a smile. "What brings you out this way?"

"I'm fetching something I had ordered a couple of weeks ago," Sabre replied cautiously.

"Oh?" Dagger asked. "We're doing the very same. I'm fetching a dagger I had made, and Epee a bit of jewelry. You?"

"A book," Sabre said, and then slowly added, "for Lash."

Epee laughed. "All gifts, too! How amusing. Well come on, we'll go 'round about the weapon shop, then on to the bookstore, and end with the jeweler's. By that point, I'm certain we'll all be ready for a bite to eat. There's a nice coffee shop by the jeweler's. Ever been? You'd probably like it. Come on."

Sabre thought about protesting, for the very last thing he wanted was to quadruple the length of his shopping trip, even if he had nothing much else to do until Lash returned that evening. But his brothers were smiling, and he could not remember when someone had wanted to run around doing something as mundane as shop with him, never mind drag it out further with coffee. "Why not?" he said, grumbling the words, but smiling faintly when his brothers weren't looking.


Kiss the Rain for pineapplechild

Jenohn tried to smother his amusement, but to judge by the glares cast his way, he was failing miserably. "I did try to tell you," he said. "Making Selsor angry is a poor idea."

"It's been raining for seven days," one of the men snapped. "This must cease. It is wholly uncalled for, truly."

Jenohn shrugged. "Seems to me that going back on the agreed upon terms is uncalled for, truly. Selsor has been most patient -- far more patient than his Highness would be, I assure you. If you want to reconsider your decisions, certainly we will listen, but if you persist in the nonsense you are pushing, I can only say you had best get used to the rain."

"There is no such thing as a weather mage," another man snapped. "He cannot be responsible for the rain. You are merely trying to trick us." He glared at the first man who had spoken, who looked abashed at having bought into Jenohn's obvious lies.

Deciding the idiotic statement did not deserve an answer, Jenohn did not give one, merely turned and left the room.

Moving through the large manor to which they had been sent to smooth out problems in this part of the country, he made his way to the sunroom at the back of the house.

He grinned when he saw Selsor sitting, not in the sunroom, but on the steps outside it which led down to the gardens.

Shucking most of his clothing, he stepped outside and sat down next to Selsor on the steps. The water was cold, but he had endured far worse. He lowered his head as Selsor looked up, and kissed him soundly. "I think they'll break soon," he said when they finally broke apart.

"If they do not," Selsor replied, "I am going to move on to hail."

Jenohn winced. "Then for their sakes, let us hope they decide to see reason very soon."

"I wouldn't count on it," Selsor muttered, then looked up at him again. "You should be inside. The rain and cold will make you sick."

"Mm," Jenohn replied dismissively, and kissed him again, enjoying as always the contrast of cold rain and warm Selsor. "You could come inside with me and warm me up."

"That would just encourage your bad habit of trying to get sick," Selsor replied.

"Everything encourages my bad habits."

Selsor rolled his eyes. "True enough."

Jenohn grinned and helped Selsor stand, then led the way back to their rooms, hoping the idiots in the parlor took another couple of hours or so to see reason.


Prisoner for pleasance

Dieter sent them all running with only a look, but it did little to soothe his temper.

The dead of winter, the snow worsening by the second...he did not appreciate being summoned to Fortress Regenbogen on an emergency that had proven not to be so great and terrible a matter afterall.

He would crack some heads together over it, but he simply was not in the mood. All he wanted was to be back at the royal palace, warm in his own offic and tending to the work that was no doubt piling up on his desk now.

And arguing with Beraht, who had been in a foul mood if ever Dieter had seen one. He had collapsed upon the leather settee someone -- probably Kalan -- had decided needed to occupy a corner of his office. He did not see why, it only encouraged people to stay, but he had sensed ordering someone to move it would only cause more of a headache than it was worth. He compensated by putting it and Beraht to use from time to time.

Thinking of such things only further fouled his mood, and he stalked through the fortress, snarling at anyone who dared to try and talk to him, only the slightest bit appeased at the way they all fled as though on fire.

Reaching his rooms in the fortress, he slammed the door shut and hoped it terrified them all into seeking shelter in the snow. A glance out the window showed the snow to be so thick it nearly appeared a solid wall.

There would be no returninng home any time soon.

He glanced around his room, pleased to see that at least his belongings had already been delivered, and a fire built.

Shrugging out of his cloak, hanging it close to the fire to dry, he moved to his desk and the large leather satchel there. Sitting down, he tugged it close and opened it, pulling out the stack of work he had brought with him.

His thoughts returned to Beraht as he sorted through the papers. For reasons unknown, Beraht had been even more tempermental and frustrating than was normal -- and normal was esnough to drive even the Autumn Prince insane.

Something had been bothering him, but true to form, Beraht had to argue about everything else first. They had been interupted before he had been able to get to whatever point Beraht was avoiding.

He was pulled from his thoughts by unfamiliar roll of paper. Frowning, Dieter partially unrolled it -- Kalan's hand, some manner of document lacking signatures and notarization.

Frowning, he sat back in his seat and unrolled the document to read it properly.

His eyebrows went up in surprise as he realized it was a petition for name change. A moment later the confused frown turned into a smirk.

As Beraht now held a title, it would be better to have a full name -- being Salharan, even one who was now technically Illussor, that was no small matter. Kalan had pressed the matter more than once, but Beraht always dodged it.

Apparently Kalan was pushing it firmly now. He had written up the paperwork, and likely had submitted it to Beraht to sign -- and Beraht instead had gone off to Dieter with it to pick a fight.

The paper required two signatures -- Beraht's, and his own.

Because Kalan had apparently decided that Beraht should simply take Dieter's surname.

That certainly explained what Beraht had actually wanted to talk about. No wonder he had been in such a mood.

Possessive satisfaction heated his blood, and Beraht's irritation over the matter made him smile, and Dieter signed his name with a flourish.




Behind the Mask for shadowzephyr

Isaac rather liked the role of ridiculously wealthy, spiled, indolent gentleman.

Piracy was more exciting by far, but gentleman granted him the time and ability to enjoy the wealth which piracy had gained him.

To date, his most expensive purchase was also his best.

"What are you smirking about?" Kasumi snapped, voice slightly muffled by the mask.

"Simply admiring my finest purchase," Isaac replied.

Kasumi's eyes flashed in warnning behind the mask. "I am not a purchase."

Isaac lifted his brows, but said nothing. Just because the silence would provoke far greater a reaction.

"You may have bought my services, you damn pirate, but that does not make me a purchase."

"Mm," Isaac said with a leer. "Speaking of your services..."

Kasumi's eyes narrowed. "No."

"Yes," Isaac replied, and sat down the glass of wine he'd been idly sipping. "Remove the mask."

Though clearly furious, Kasumi had no choice but to obey. He carefully set the mask down alongsid the wine.

"If you attack me," Isaac said, knowing full well he was close to being tackled, "you'll spill the wine and make a mess, and I have guests coming shortly."

Kasumi made a face, and settled for a hard kick to his thigh. That would leave a mark.

Laughing, Isaac then moved quickly -- and he knew how much Kasumi hated that he'd met his match in a pirate, but oh how much he loved that Kasumi was his own match -- and pinned Kasumi between him and the couch.

A precarious position, to be sure, but he knew Kasumie liked it -- even if Kasumi would rather cut out his own tongue than admit it.

Speaking of Kasumi's tongue...

Isaac leaned down and kissed him, grunting at the way Kasumi bit down hard on his lower lip -- but after that small punishment was administered, Kasumi went with it.

Mmm, yes, he did like what Kasumi could do with his tongue.

Far too soon for his taste, Kasumi broke the kiss. "YOu have guests coming in half an hour."

"Then I suggest you stop talking and get back to work," Isaac replied, because who needed the excitment of piracy when he had Kasumi to enrage?

He was still laughing when he landed behind the couch, absently noting he would have a great many bruises by morning.

It was worth it, though, because Isaac like playing with fire and Kasumi liked being the fire.


DwtD Dragons - St. George and the Dragon for tsaiko

Rafael was barely in the door when he heard the hard thud of dragon hitting floor, followed by the click-click-click of claws on hardwood.

Conway rumbled a welcome as he approached, rubbing and pushing against Rafael's legs as he reached him.

Then he sat back on his haunches and stared at the object in Rafael's hands.

Legend had it that Merlin and the so-called Lady of the Lake had crafted the dragons from pure magic. Logic said they must have started with some basic creature, and altered it from there. Naturally, that starting point had been some manner of lizard.

Rafael had always privately thought they'd started with a cat.

"No," he said firmly. "The pumpkin pie is for later."

Conway growled his opinion of this notion of 'later', tail twitching in emphasis.

Rafael held the pie high in one hand, and reached out with the other to stroke, smiling when Conway pushed into the touch and rumbled at him. "Later," he said again. "Dinner first, dragon."

Growling in acknowledgement, if not agreement, Conway turned to lead the way to the kitchen.

Once there, he went to the fridge and waited impatiently.

Laughing, Rafael put the pie on the island and then lingered. "I think it's a little early for dinner, dragon. You had lunch just three hours ago. I've been out all day, working on the rehauls and the kits. I think I need a nice, long nap first. Then I should do some--"

He went down with an oof, but a hand kept his head from cracking against the hard floor.

Conway growled. "Owner mean."

Rafael grinned. "Well, if you wanted to convince me to give you a piece of pie early, dragon, you are welcome to try."

Amber eyes turning hot and bright, Conway growled again and proceeded to earn his pie.


Geniuses for animeartistjo

"Wait, go back," Jason said abruptly, swiveling around in his chair to face the TV with a frown.

Calvin looked at him askance, but said nothing, merely did as requested.

The report was of a man arrested for stealing hundreds of thousands of dollars from the firm for whom he worked -- or had worked.

It ran for several minutes. Obviously a slow news night.

Calving pondered the picture they kept flashing. Of course, for things like this, they always managed to dig up the ugliets pictures and the worst videos, but all that taken into consideration, the guy wasn't that bad. Asian heritage, but the bone structure...probably only half. Not really pretty per se, but definitely not unattractive. The credentials they kept flashing were certainly impressive. Nothing on Jason, who could come close? But impressive.

Something suddenly clicked. "Did you know the guy?" he asked.

"Yeah," Jason said quietly. "Smart little bastard. We hated each other. Met at this summer camp I'd really wanted to attend, and he almost made me hate the whole venture. His sister wasn't so bad, at times."

Calvin laughed. "I can only imagine how that summer went."

Jason shrugged. "Up and downs, same as anything."

Frowning now, Calving threw the remote on the sofa and strode to Jason's desk, sitting on the small bit of it not covered with I Am A Computer Geek clutter. He combed a hand through Jason's hair. "What's wrong?"

"I dunno," Jason said, eyes going back to the screen even as he leaned into Calvin's touch. "Eugene didn't seem the type to turn criminal. He was a jerk, but...not a criminal. Not that kind, anyway. We all break the insignificant laws."

Calvin smiled briefly at the 'insignificant' bit, and tugged Jason close, resting his chin on top of Jason's head after kissing the top of it. "Well, maybe he was set up. Or shit happens. Hell, my highschool informally named me 'most likely to be on heavy medication and locked up somewhere' our senior year. They stole my yearbook and signed it with things like 'see you in prison' and 'don't forget to take your meds, freak'.

Jason sat up, anger in his face. "What did you do to them?"

"Let's just say I made certain I had an alibi, and that their house insurance didn't cover it," Calvin said. "I'm sure they're terrified I'll show up to one of the stupid reunions."

"We should," Jason said, hand slipping beneath his t-shirt, stroking idly.

He was distracted as the news blared the story one last time, sadness and resignation flickering over his face.

Calvin stroked his hair again, and waited until Jason gave the soft sigh that said he had worked through the matter and finally set it aside, then leaned down to kiss him, soft and slow and easy, because shit happened, but every now and then it was worth it, because if not for shit happening, he wouldn't have met Jason. "I hope your, uh, old friend will be okay," he said quietly.

Jason shrugged, and smiled faintly. "It's entirely possible he's still up to something. One never really knows with that guy."

Laughing, Calvin bent to take another kiss as the news finally cut to commercial. He'd put in Star Wars in a bit, that would cheer Jason up.

By next week, they'd be plotting what to do to the guy to 'cheer him up' while in prison.


The Beast for sunandshadow

A/N: This is from a story not really written yet. I wrote a drabble ages and ages ago. Then I wanted to turn it into a story proper. Ithe start of it is here. I do not know when I will finish it.

He knew it was Jekka stomping through the woods minutes before the dragon appeared, not simply because he knew the sound of Jekka, but also because he was the only dragon in the forest that did not cause all the wildlife to fall into a dead silence. For whatever reason, the fierce, badly-scarred dragon did not disturb even the crickets.

He closed his book as Jekka appeared, and set it aside just in time, as Jekka plopped down and promptly claimed ownership of his lap.

"Kiss."

Ren rolled his eyes, but gave the demanded kiss. "I thought you were going treasure hunting, Jek." Which meant shopping, which meant terrifying the townspeople, who unlike the wildlife mistakenly believed Jekka was to be feared.

Jekka grinned and sat up again, still managing to crowd into Ren's space. From the moment they'd met, he had not bothered to respect something as trivial as personal space.

He thrust something beneath Ren's nose.

Ren blinked, , then grasped the object and held it far enough away he could actually see it properly. His breath caught. "Where did you get this?"

"Trade," Jekka replied. "Saw in window." He growled briefly, sharply pointed ears twitching in annoyance. "Tried to take too much gold. Stupid jewel man."

Ren snickered at the thought of anyone trying to fleece a dragon.

His snickering faded into a soft warmth, though, as he looked again at the necklace he held.

It was a simple choker in design, but the beads were all jewels, in a rainbow of colors -- more colors then he could properly count, set out in seven rows. Beautiful.

"Wear," Jekka commanded, and then, ever impatient, tookk the necklace and fastened it around Ren's neck himself. His eyes glowed in a way that could only belong to a dragon admiring its treasures. "Good," he pronounced, nodding for emphasis. Then he gave a playful grin. "Show thanks."

Laughing, Ren obeyed.


Gumbo, Goblin Style for mizwatson

"What do you think?"

"Certainly tastes better than he looked. I admit I had my doubts, John, but you've made him edible. Nice adjustment of the spices."

John grunted. "Well, I could hardly use my usual spices. Not the right kind for this sort of meat. Human can be tricky." He ran a hand through his stringy black hair, rubbed irritably at where his sunburned yellow skin was beginning to peel. "Had to experiment a bit, but I think I've got it down."

"Tastes like you nailed it," Bob replied, slurping up a bit more. "Very tender meat, love the hint of sweet. Was there any meat left over?"

"Yeah," John replied, idly swatting a mosquito, pushing away the pet alligator that was looking at him plaintively for some gumbo of its own. He picked up the deck of cards he'd held onto before disposing of the clothes and crap left over, shuffling them automatically. "Wife's going to make a casserole with it. You should come over Sunday, bring Susan. We'll have a nice dinner."

Bob nodded, chewing slowly for a minute before swallowing and replying. "We'll bring wine and dessert."

At his feet, the alligator was whining again.

Relenting, John reached into the cooler and pulled out the arm he'd saved, just for Dino. "Go get it, boy!" he said, and threw the arm across the backyard. He yawned as he watched Dino feast so eagerly that a finger fell out of his mouth and rolled away.

"So what are you going to call it?" Bob asked, finishing his bowl and holding it out for seconds.

"Mutant Gumbo," John said, and obligingly refilled the bowl.


Black Magic for suburbanxanadu

Koray ignored the priests off to one side of the church, even as they began to whisper.

He was allowed to be here. He wore the robes of a High office, now, and had been properly blessed besides.

But a lifetime of being cast out and feared and hated was not so easily overcome.

He didn't even know why he was here, at the moment. Boredom, maybe. And Sorin was off somewhere and probably wouldn't be back 'til late, though he had said he would hurry back.

Muttering a curse, deciding this had been a foolish idea, he stopped to turn around -- but even as he turned, something snagged his robes.

Before he could figure out what, he was under attack.

By something that mewed, and sank its claws in as it climbed.

Koray grabbed the cat by the scruff of her neck, and yanked her off his robes. "Do I look like a tree to you, cat?" he demanded, giving it a good shake. The cat only battered her paws at him, and mewled in protest.

The priests against the wall suddenly laughed.

Ducking his head, Koray turned and attempted to flee, but held on to the cat to make certain it did not mistake him for a tree again before he could leave.

"You should be lucky you have clothes on!" A priest called after him, still laughing.

That was a bizarre enough statement -- and implied a great deal of hideous pain -- that Koray drew to a halt, and cautiously turned around. He watched the priest warily as they approached him.

"Truly," said the priest who had spoken. "We were bathing, and she was skulking about for some reason in the bathing chamber. Someone dropped a bucket, and suddenly I was bleeding like a stuck pig with a trembling cat buried in my hair. I don't know where she thought she was going, but apparently my head was sufficiently safe ground from which to avoid the bucket. Nearly took my manhood out in her haste to reach safety." He shook his head. "We don't let her in there anymore."

Amusement made Koray's mouth twitch, despite his best efforts to appear unaffected.

The priests seemed to take the faint display of humor as permission, however, for they drew even closer and soon were barraging him with question after question, talking too quickly for him to get an answer in, even if he had wanted to give them.

A cough that sounded far more like laughter drew them all up short, and Koray spun around to glare at Sorin.

"Dinnre should be ready," he said, smiling. "Unless you wanted to linger?"

"No," Koray said hastily, and realizing he still held the cat, and somehow had wound up cradling it against his chest and petting it, thrust the dratted creature at one of the priests, said a terse good night, and fled with Sorin closely on his heels.

And still laughing, of course.

"I don't see what's so funny," Koray groused.

"Nothing," Sorin said. "I leave you alone and you start making friends. That's not amusing -- it's quite charming."

"Shut up," Koray said, and pointedly ignored Sorin's knowing grin.


Black Magic forlisiche

Sorin hesitantly touched his chest. The heat there was alarming...but not unwelcome.

More, unexpected.

Of all the final outcomes of the fight in that little village ten years ago, never in a million years would he have thought 'High Paladin' would be it.

He had always thought his fate was the priesthood. He liked helping, healing, guiding.

But, he had never heard the Goddess quite the way the other priests had. Being handed over to the knights had not come as a surprise.

To find that the role of High Paladin was now his....

Sorin swallowed and nervously touched the sword that would be his until he died, and it passed to the next High Paladin. How was he supposed to do it? What was he supposed to do? He sincerly doubted it was as easy as his predecessor had made it look.

He looked up at the sound of voices, smiling when he recognized all the knights and priests in the small group.

But before he could call out a greeting, their smiles and laughter faded into uncertainty and hesitation.

"Hey," he greeted. "Were you headed to dinner?"

"Uh, no," a priest said hastily. "High Paladin, we were going into the village."

A knot twisted in his chest as he realized what was wrong -- him. He was 'High Paladin' now, not just another knight who had been a priest. No longer one of them.

He smiled, and bid them have fun, and turned away before they could mutter platitudes back.

When they were gone, he stood alone in the hallway, feeling lonelier than ever before. Only the gentle warmth pulsing in his chest, the sudden certainty that all would be well, kept him from sinking into abject misery.

He squared his shoulders and nodded, pressing a and to his chest. He could feel Her. The Goddess was there, so he was not completely alone. He was the High Paladin now, and should focus on that, not silly trips to the village.

Soothed by the warmth in his chest, the unspoken promise it gave that all would be well, he made his way to his room to study those things he must now know if he were to fulfill the duties appointed him by the Goddess.


Brightleaf for linchan

Geoffrey picked up a bundle of foxgrass and sniffed, then gingerly set it down and selected a different bundle, ignoring the way the merchant hovered.

"Any luck?"

He looked up and smiled at Giles, and held out the bundle. "What do you think?"

Giles took it, and sniffed. "Not bad. Is this a healing thing, or a cooking thing?"

"Cooking, actually." Geoffrey laughed. "If it were for healing, I would already be finished."

Giles smiled, and replaced the bundle he held, selecing another after a minute or so of careful perusal. "This one, then."

"Thanks. Dare I ask what Thorley and Kenzie are doing while we leave them unsupervised?"

Snickering, Giles turned away from a stall selling dried herbs and continued with him back to where they had left their lovers. "They discovered some jerks in common, and are presently sympathizing with each other, discussing the myriad faults of said jerks, and trying to outdo each other in terms of suffering -- half-goblin, or troll curse."

Geoffrey rolled his eyes, but as they reached the cafe where they had left Thorley and Kenzie, he could not help but smile.

Thorley was, indeed, locked in debate and discussion with an equally avid Kenzie, but he stopped mid-sentence as Geoffrey sat down to give him a quick, hard kiss.

Around them, people stared and whispered and eavesdropped -- but no one voiced a protest, or even dared glared overlong, especially when at Thorley's signal, a server quickly brought a fresh pot of tea and served it with a smile.



The Curse forsaaski_moql

"What are you doing out here, pretty mage?"

Zahi tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, fussing restlessly with his fancy robe - so unlike the simple garb in which he had arrived not so very long ago -- as he drew closer to Armel. "You did not seeem as though you should be alone," he said hesitantly. "You seem sad. I know Sendoa has been worried for you, and I as well..." Even if it was disconcerting to call them by their names, and speak so informally -- and with such fowardness. But, well, they had shared very other intimacy already. Names and converation seemed a trifing thing, by comparison. Even if it was the King and Duke he called lovers now.

Armel shrugged. "Sometimes, I forget I was stone for five years. Then someone says something, or does something, and I am forcibly reminded that five years of my life were taken away. I feel...lost, or perhaps simply out of place. It is nothing for you to worry about, or Sendoa. It will ease with time." He smiled, but it lacked it's usual charm and cheer. He stared out into the night, the bright points of starlight, the noise of the ball inside a distant, muffled sound.

Zahi pursed his lips in thought. He did not really know what he was doing, he had simply follow Armel out onto the balcony on a whim, and because he had seen the concern on Sendoa's face. "That is something I would attempt to ease, for I cannot possibly fathom what it must be like to be missing so much of my life. It would be crass and unkind, to offer any manner of empty comfort. Yet for all you say there was much you missed...I think it also safter to say that the rest of the palace was lacking for those very same years. You missed, and were missed, and it shows in the levity that was not here when I first arrived. If you were stone, the castle was asleep."

The tension is Armel's eyes eased after a brief look of startlement. "Sendoa is correct," he said warmly, reaching out to cup Zahi's cheek, stroking it with his thumb. "YOu have a gift for knowing what to say. The beauty visible to the eye only hints at the beauty unseen."

Zahi flushed. "Absurd."

"No," Sendoa said from behind him, coming up and sliding an arm around Zahi's waist. "I knew you would ease him, and mine as well." He kissed Zahi's cheek, then leaned foward to kiss Armel briefly.

Zahi flushed all the more, still so overwhelmed by the reality of his new life, but so very happy he had managed to break the curse, even if he would never understand why these two men wanted to keep him. Cheeks still hot, he gave in gladly to their kisses, and allowed them to banish his worries as easily as they claimed he banished theirs.


Champion for twilight_angel

Arabella laughed in delight as her hawk made a kill, and signaled a handful of the men in her group to go and tend it.

Shet turned at the sound of warm laughter, tossing her head to get rid of the loose strands of hair which had slipped free of their knot. Elise smiled at her, just as flushed and bright and happy from the chase and the hunt as Arabella knew herself to be. Elise wore it better, as fine as any knight, but far prettier.

"Beautifully done," Elise said, nodding in the direction of the triumphant hawk. "Good job, Princess." She winked. "YOu have the most splendid raptors in the kingdom, I do vow."

Arabella beamed, but demured. "You may yet outdo me, my dear."

Elise scoffed. "I doubt it, You were always the better in the hunt."

Shrugging the praise aside, though such a compliment from Elise warmed her straight through, she said, "Let us try Falling Star next." Motioning to the man who tended the bird in question, she held out her own heavily gloved arm, onto which the man placed the hooded falcon with black and gray feathers.

Stroking the birds breast, crooning and praising, she released the hood and shortly had the bird aloft. "Go," she commanded the rest of the men who had accompanied them, chuckling as they took off in the direction of the falcon.

Arabella hung back, content to be alone with Elise for a few minutes.

Elise smiled once they were well and truly alone, and reached out to stroke her cheek, and tuck back a loose strand of hair.

Arabella leaned over to kiss Elise softly. "Having fun, Sir Elise?"

"I'm with you, aren't I, my fair princess?"

Smiling, taking another kiss, Arabelle than drew back and kicked her horse into motion. "Race you!" she called over her shoulder, laughing as Elise swore and moved to catch up.

The Curse - 'hot threesome smexing' for abmca8605

Sendoa had never wanted anyone but Armel in his bed; they had spent years together perfectly happy with only each other.

Seeing Zahi, naked and flushed and still damp from a recent bath, he had to concede that sometimes change was more than a bit of a good thing. Adjusting to the presence of a third had proven to be far easier than he could ever have imagined.

He bent to take one of Zahi's nipples in his mouth, nipping hard before lapping it with his tongue, bracing himself with one hand while he stroked and teased with the other.

Armel murmured approval, coming up behind him, raking his hands down Sendoa's chest, teasing briefly at his cock, before he slid away to move around the bed, settling against the pillow as he forced Zahi to sit up.

Zahi went obediently, eyes hot and bright and showing every sign of being drugged on desire.

Sendoa kissed him, fingers tangling with Armel's on Zahi's skin, turning slick as Armel added oil, leaving gleaming lines of it on Zahi's beautiful skin.

He moaned as Zahi left off kissing him to put his mouth to other portions of Sendoa's body. The moan turned into a needy groan as Sendoa teased, and the worst part of it was that he did not mean to tease -- in all things but magic, Zahi was deliciously hesitant and shy, so eager to please but every cautious about how he did so.

"Zahi," he pleaded, the name turning into another groan as Zahi's mouth finally closed around his cock and began to suck. He gasped and gave up his own teasing, content to caress and comb through the long, beautiful hair that they would knot up horribly before morning, but would help him fix.

He watched Armel, as eager for what he was seeing as what he was feeling, as Armel drew forth groans of his own from Zahi with his fingers, teasing and stretching, prepping him slowly, simply to drive all of them mad.

Then they were shifting, settling, as Armel arranged Zahi just so, and finally - finally - pushed inside, slowly at first, but then thrusting in hard and sure, and Sendoa was not certain which of them groaned the loudest that time.

After that, his world was only sensation -- the soft, warm mouth around his cock, the way Zahi looked between them, utterly consumed, the way Armel looked thrusting into Zahi's body, and the hot look in his eyes as he met Sendoa's gaze.

He came with a shout, followed within mere moments by the other two, panting for the breaths he wondered if he had remembered to take until that point, and by the time they gathered together in a warm and sated pile, he mostly could think again.

"Mmm," Armel said, sleepily kissing them both. "I wish we had the energy to end every day this way."

Sendoa snorted, but did not bother to open his eyes, merely settled comfortably, curled against Armel, an arm stretched across him to twine fingers in Zahi's beautiful hair. "If we did, we'd kill ourselves."

Zahi laughed, and fell asleep mid-laugh, and Sendoa could feel Armel's soft chuckle even as he joined Zahi in dreams.



Stone Rose for rui_hime

Corinos walked slowly through the forest, smiling occasionally as he caught sight of Ruisenor scaring some bit of wildlife half to death, if not completely to death.

It was early evening, pleasantly cool, calm and peaceful. A perfect evening for an easy hike.

He slowed to a halt as a sudden hush fell over the forest.

Ruisenor left off terrifying a rabbit, brushing alongside Corinos before twining around Culebra possessively.

Petting the giant snake, Culebra held out his free hand.

Accepting it, Corinos let Culebra tug him foward, lowering his head to brush a soft kiss across pale, warm lips. He reached up with his free hand to cup Culebra's face, making the kiss deeper, but still slow and easy, barely noticing the snake that slithered from Culebra to twine loosely around his own neck.

"I thought you were resting," he murmured, licking Culebra's lips.

"You've seemed quiet all day -- all week, really," Culebra replied. "I thought...maybe something was wrong."

Corinos looked at him. "I"m always quiet. This weather, it makes me lazy, perhaps."

Culebra snorted. "Calling you lazy is like saying I am well tanned."

"You are certainly not that," Corinos said with a laugh, fondly caressing the snow-white skin in question. He gave Corinos another kiss. "I think perhaps you are the one troubled."

"Maybe," Culebra conceded. "You have been quieter than is usual for you. I worried...well, it is exactly one hundred years to the days since...I worried the years were weighing upon you, that you missed everyone."

"Ah," Corinos said, and smiled gently. "Of course I miss the faces I knew, but even were I not immortal, they would die, or I would, and someone would mourn. Life goes on, as I found when we lost Granito. At least here with you, now, I see their new lives, and can watch them time and again." He stroked Culebra's lips, then drew him into an embrace, kissing him gently, Ruisenor twining around them both. "I have you, my beautiful prince, and for some reason you want to keep me forever. That knowledge will keep me happy and content until the end of time."

Culebra smiled, and holding hands, they continued walking through the woods, as Ruisenor drifted off to resume playing with the wildliife.


Main Gauche for

A/N: I hope Sabre and Lash are okay, they're the ones who struck me.

"I am confused," Lash said to the Marquis Iron, not bothering with a proper greeting first.

The Marquis shared a look of condescending amusement with the gaudily dressed woman beside him, then smiled indulgently at Lash. "What confuses you, your Grace?"

Lash smiled pleasantly. "Well, let me use a hypothetical situation to convey what confuses me."

"Of course."

"Let us say, hypothetically, that there is a man. He tends to scowl a lot, growl a great deal, is more than a little volatile in nature, but has a good heart and is fiercely devoted to those he counts as friends and family."

The Marquis' smug amusement dimmed a bit. "Yes..." He said a bit more cautiously.

"Let us say, still hypothetically of course, that this man was out shopping and minding his own business, and instead of receiving like polite treatment, he was accosted in a shop by a particularly vocal fellow and a few of his friends. Hypothetically, they gave the man all manner of grief, and subjected him to crass insults and vulgar slander, all because they disapproved of certain aspects of his behavior and lifestyle -- though the man had done nothing to them to warrant such treatment, and indeed managed to keep hold of his temper throughout the verbal assualt, though he is rather notorious for his temper."

The gaudy woman slipped discreetly away, leaving the Marquis, now distinctly pale of face, alone.

"Let us further suggest, hypothetically," Lash continued ruthlessly, "that the wrongly maligned man was brother to the crown prince's lover, brother to a highly respected and popular wine merchant, good friends with Lord Sharp, and lover to a Duke who also happens to be a personal friend of the royal family."

Looking green, the Marquis simply stood in silence.

"That is the part which confuses me," Lash said, finally letting his anger and threat slip into his voice. "I cannot comprehend why anyone would dare harass a man with such powerful and loyal friends. It seems to me that would be a foolish, dangerous thing to do." He smiled, all teeth. "Unless, of course, it was all a misunderstanding, and the individual who cast the aspersions is most contrite that such a misunderstanding occured, and fully intended to offer his most gracious and sincer apologies tomorrow morning."

"Y-y-yes," the Marquis replied. "I am certain that is it. A misunderstanding."

"Oh, good," Lash said, beaming -- then he leaned in close, and let all traces of idiocy and congeniality fall away. "Because if it was not a misunderstanding, and you had meant to hurt Sabre with your words, I would have been forced to address the matter in my preferred fashion, and his Highness tells me that it is illegal in this infernal country."

With that, he turned away and stalked out of the ballroom to return to where he had left Sabre asleep in their bed.


Rook/Noor for alice_montrose

"So why are we out here?" Rook asked, sliding easily from his horse and leading it to drink at the small pool of water.

He smiled as a rough hand slid over his eyes, leaning back against the seeming wall that was his lover, breathing in the desert scent of him that not even hard travel and heat could overpower. "I wanted a break," Noor murmured, and nipped at his throat. "If I stayed where people could find me in a matter of seconds, I was doomed never to get one."

Rook laughed, letting his head fall to the side, gladly granting Noor better access to his skin. "General Noor demanding a break?" he teased. "Surely the only breaks you endure are those you must take to sleep."

Noor bit him sharply. "Be nice, my clever heathen, or I shall not share the food and drink I brought, but make you earn it."

The slight growl to the words made Rook shiver, and he was suddenly and painfully reminded that it had been too long since they'd had any time to themselves. Making me earn them sounds like fun," he said, breath catching as he spoke the words himself, "but I dread someone appearing to drag you back to work."

"As do I," Noor said, and spun him around to kiss him deeply, making Rook moan, because he'd had nothing but brief, hard kisses given in haste for longer than he liked to think. "Which is why I told them that if they bother me, I will kill them." He grinned and kissed Rook again, then said against his mouth, "It is also why I brought a small tent."

"Mmm," Rook murmured. "A clever strategy."

Noor grinned. "You are having a positive influence upon my strategizing abilities, heathen."

"And your savage ways are rubbing off quite nicely," Rook said, focused on the way Noor moved as he began to set up the aforementioned tent, anticipating all they could do now they were alone.


Drunk Butterflies for nikerymis

"Yankee, what have I told you about coming in here when I'm working?"

The words were growled in that slow, sexy drawl Greg loved -- but directed at his chest, where Dixie's eyes were firmly fixed on the gold hoops in his nipples.

Greg grinned, enjoying his own view. Nothing was hotter than Dixie at work -- old jeans, worn wife-beater, covered in grease and all those lovely muscles on such fine display as he fixxed whatever mysterious problem was afflicting the cherry red vehicle in the bay.

"Keep out," Greg replied, and moved closer. "I came to see if you wanted to break for lunch. Hamburgers."

Dixie's attention was still fixed on his bare chest, and the way Greg's sweats were loose and barely clinging to his hips. "You could have put on a shirt, you damn feline."

"Yeah, but that would ahve decreased my chances of getting fucked before we go eat."

Dixie made a choked, growly sort of noise, and pushed away from the car he was bent over -- only to crack the back of his head against the raised hood, and he barely got out of the way in time to prevent the hood crashing down on his hands.

"Yankee!" he bellowed, and swore colorfully in pain.

Wincing, contrite -- though secretly amused that he could distract Dixie into being a bit clumsy -- Greg moved foward and sank his hand into Dixie's hair, gently running his fingers over the abused back of his head. "Sorry, sexy."

Dixie rumbled something about yankee felines, then grabbed and shoved, until Gret was leaning against the hood of the cherry red car.

He moaned as he got a rough, deep kiss that was a delicious prelude to the hard fuck for which he was hoping -- and to judge, the hard fuck Dixie wanted to give.

"Damn cat," Dixie muttered when they broke apart.

Greg started to reply, but Dixie chose that moment to shove a hand into his sweatpants and grab his cock.

"Mama always said I was a sucker for critters," Dixie continued, sucking up a mark on Greg's neck before moving to the nipples at which he'd been staring so avidly earlier, taking one ring into his mouth and tugging hard, making Greg jerk and let out a cry.

"I'm glad you're a sucker," he gasped out, then gave up doing anything but moaning and pleading and thrusting into the hand stroking him so knowingly.

Then the hand was gone, and he whimpered in protest, but befor he could get more vocal about his displeasure, Dixie spun him around and shoved his sweatpants down.

"Did you come prepared to play, kitty?" Dixie murmured in his ear, biting down hard on the lobe, chuckling when Greg moaned again.

Greg gasped as fingers pressed inside him, and Dixie discovered the answer to his own question.

The groan that elicited made Greg even hotter than he thought possible. He braced himself more securely across the hood of the sportscar, wondering hazily whose it was, but the last of his ability to think vanished as Dixie's fingers gave up tormenting him, and a hard cock took their place. "Dixie--"

"I've got you, yankee," Dixie grunted, then all talking stopped, giving way to panting and gasping, begging and hard thrusting, as Dixie drove into him again and again, as hard and deep as he'd been wanting whe he came out here to get it.

Dixie's hand wrapped around his cock, and a couple of strokes was all it took, as Greg came with a shout. He felt Dixie thrust a few times more, then his lover was shouting his own release.

He stayed where he was until Dixie finally pulled him away and turned him around to take a thorough kiss. "You ain't nothing but trouble, yankee."

"You love trouble."

"True enough," Dixie agreed, and shook him gently. "You still shouldn't be coming in here while I'm working. You're going to kill me, one day."

Greg scoffed, and took another kiss. "Come and eat, then we can fool around in this pretty car, maybe. Whose is it?"

"You don't want to know, and we're not fooling around in it," Dixie said firmly.

Greg snickered and did not argue. He was still bare-chested, after all. He'd get his way. His southern boy couldn't resist the nipple rings.

Comments

[leejungwang.livejournal.com]

ver cute ;D

[(Anonymous)]

Please excuse me while I'm speechless with joy. :D That was so sweet.

I also liked the other two - the Geniuses one in particular was fun.

-TOD

[saaski-moql.livejournal.com]

So much love for the Genuises one. XD at the idea of Einn and Cyan having twin childrens, even if it was just a joke. (Er, I'm right in thinking it was a joke, yes? Cyan...Cyan's a human, right? X_x I'm going to feel really stupid if I somehow forgot that he's able to have the babies.)

[scary-sushi.livejournal.com]

Einn and Cyan are <3. And Low is so cute! These just made me go awr.

[wingsofawolf.livejournal.com]

Ooh! Geniuses! I have very much love for that. The Einn/Cyan was amusing... you were joking, right? I was wondering for several long moments, "where would twins come out of him?" and then giggling like mad. I noticed a typo in the Lowell/Peter drabble-- you typed "efforst" instead of "efforts". Anyway, the drabbles made me happy; much thanks to you for writing them!

[hsavinien.livejournal.com]

Jason and Calvin are so much love. Mwaha...mischief...

[meta-bemused.livejournal.com]

Lowell and Peter just make my day.

[sunandshadow.livejournal.com]

"...a gleam in his eyes that always spelled 'police and fire department'." Muahaha...

Lowell and Peter are adorable as always. ^_^

[maderr.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it was just a joke.

[shannon-the-cat.livejournal.com]

Ack, damn you for being in a different time zone! You always post while I'm sleeping >_<

But very good so far. Calvin and Jason was my favourite (duh), they're both faaaar too cute with each other

[linchan.livejournal.com]

I'm melting from cuteness. ^__^

Thank you! You really made my day!

[saaski-moql.livejournal.com]

Okay! Did think so, but sometimes I get topsy-turvy. ^^; sorry.

[graphitesmudges.livejournal.com]

> o < You gave me the squiggles! Babies, mischief and dancing. Oh now you have to put in angels singing somewhere.

I adore how well you make the three drabbles: snarky, naughty and cuteCuteCUteCUTeCUTE.

[charisstoma.livejournal.com]

*whimpers at you* So good. So so Good.
But you knew I'd say that.
I only speak truth.

[shadowzephyr.livejournal.com]

Wai! Your Genius' drabble pwns! :)

[(Anonymous)]

You know what, I miss your drabbles. The long stuff is good, always is, but drables are a nice, satisfying bit of awww or yay or just plain luff. You should (please and aybe yes?) write drabble more often. ^_^

[alina-gaki.livejournal.com]

Sorry, forgot to log in. It just bugs me for some reason I dont. Now, I must attack the ants attempting to take over my desk. >_o Thank you for the drabbles and please take it easy. Burn out is not good.

[rykaine.livejournal.com]

Thanks for the drabble, Meg! Einn and Cyan are total love. <3

Did you ever get to read yours? I may have posted it just after you went to bed so maybe not. ^^; It's probably no where near what you were expecting for them, either. /sigh

[maderr.livejournal.com]

I didn't even see it this morning! Argh, LJ!

[maderr.livejournal.com]

I miss drabbles too. It's fun to do them.

[pleasance.livejournal.com]

Sweet! The Prisoner drabble was wonderful - it's the only way they would get married. Loved the Geniuses drabble - you know it's going to be total mayhem with those two.

[aggybird.livejournal.com]

Dude, you are a fucking machine. D:

Dieter is my faaaaavorite. God, he is such a bitch.

[desolate03.livejournal.com]

Loved it! You are the best! All your drabbles are always so good!

Thanks for another great read!

[ruselkie.livejournal.com]

DIETER AND BERAHT ARE MARRIED!!!

...at least in my twisted little mind. celebration over. carry on.

ps. adored the brothers bonding. ah sabre. yes, your blood will hang out with you now you have proved yourself a good, albeit surly person. i'm sure you will savor it, as you should. aaaaand going to re-read THOSE stories now...

[saaski-moql.livejournal.com]

More drabbles! The Jewels of Bankick one was so good. Silly, silly Elton. Don't you know that in wine-tasting you don't drink all the samples? Not that I am complaining about Teh result. ooh--I have to re-read that story, I do.

XD and the Pirate (I mean, "aristocrat") Isaac and Isumi. I am pleased how Isumi still holds in own, even though he often doesn't manage to win in the end (not that either of them are really complaining about the end, I'd say). The last line made me happy.

Genuises fic! Oish, Eugene turned criminal did he? An experience for Jason, I guess. I've had something like that happen to me too. Never know how people grow up, or what they will be. But at least he has Calvin and the comfort and oy I love these two. Have to re-read those verse stories also.

Speaking of 'verses, what is Sharing from? I don't recognize the characters, so I think I managed to miss one. Love it though, even though I didn't know the background. Pleased with how Preston held his own!