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tsuru_sanHere ye all are! Answers to da drabble requests. And some of you shouldn’t be smacked with squirrels for the requests you made. You know who you are. -_-
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dragong
Fandom: Johnny the Homicidal Maniac
Pairing: Johnny/Squee (Todd)
Rating: PG
Dialogue Line: Todd: “Squee.” Johnny: "Oh, shut up!"
You should not be here. You should not be here.
Schmee’s voice chanted in Todd’s head like a mantra...or a broken record. Clutching the teddy he had never had never grown out of in one hand and a hand-made Valentine in the other, Todd—also known as Squee—walked the long walk to the house numbered 777. Since Johnny C.’s departure five years ago, Todd had not seen the “scary neighborman” even once. At first, he’d been relieved. Johnny’s abrupt and lengthy leave of absence had given him one less reason to look over his shoulder.
Or so he thought.
Soon enough Squee began to miss his “friend”. The man really had only been looking after Todd’s welfare...even if Johnny was a homicidal maniac. The point was, he missed Nny. Patiently, Squee waited for Johnny’s return, but after three years, he was forced to give up. In fact, he had all but given up entirely until two months ago. That was when he’d started seeing lights and hearing noises at the old 777. And now here he was, hoping against hope that Nny was really back.
Knocking tentatively on the door, Squee tried to wait for an answer, but suddenly his courage failed him. Besides Schmee, he was all alone and the sky was smoky with storm clouds and...and...
Whirling around, Todd started to flee when the door burst open and—sure enough—there was Johnny, one of his happy knives in hand. Tripping, Squee fell down the stairs and landed right on his butt.
“Please don’t kill me! I-I-I—squee!”
Realizing who it was, Nny tossed the knife carelessly over his shoulder. “Oh, shut up! If I’d known it was you, I wouldn’t have brought the knife,” Johnny said. “Hello, Schmee!” he greeted Todd’s teddy bear with a sudden and odd kind of cheeriness that made Todd giggle. “What’s that?” Nny asked curiously, pointing to the card Squee still held.
“It’s for you!” Todd replied, holding it out.
“For me?” Johnny sounded genuinely surprised. “It’s so pretty...” he said with an affectionate (o.0) smile. “You’re sweet...I should get you flowers! Or a heart, I have a few guests in the cellar who could donate...”
The growing blush drained from Squee’s face, and his eyes bugged out. “F-flowers would be f-fine.”
Johnny grinned maniacally. “Okee-dokee.”
written forvampfox
Fandom: Underworld—151 words
Pairing: Michael/Kraven
Rating: R
Dialogue Line: "Kraven....Kraven...your hand is on fire."
When the decisive battle between the lycans and vampires, three immortals became fugitives: Michael, Selene...and Kraven. For some reason which the author is too lazy to come up with, Michael, Selene, and Kraven decided to work out there differences and stick together...while hiding out in Michael’s cramped apartment.
One month later...
“Kraven....Kraven...your hand is on fire.”
The ex-regent grinned against Michael’s lips and stroked the young hybrid’s cock harder. He loved having the American doctor at his mercy.
“Kraven, Michael, I’m—” Selene opened the apartment and stopped short in the doorway as Michael and Kraven whirled toward her, surprised and half-naked. One look at the two lovers and her expression changed instantly to one of irritation. “I don’t care if it’s Valentine’s Day, I really don’t need to see this. Michael, get off him...”
“Y’know, if you knocked—”
“Kraven!” Selene yelled, “it’s a ONE ROOM apartment!”
written fortattooedraven
Fandom: Underworld—176 words
Pairing: Pierce/Nathaniel
Rating: PG-13
Dialogue Line: “Pierce: Dude, where'd ya get that walk?”
With the ferocious, lusty passion capable of only immortals, Pierce pounced a half-naked Nathaniel to the ancient bed in an equally ancient and dingy motel. For the last two years they’d been meeting like this. It was stupid beyond belief, but Nate had to admit the sex was great.
Pushing Pierce onto his back, Nathaniel warned him, “If you yell “Yee-haw!” one more time while we’re doin’, I won’t speak to you for a month.”
The long-haired lycan grinned deviously, twisting his hips so that he was straddling Nathaniel.
“Vampire,” he smirked, “your pretty mouth is gonna be so busy you won’t have a chance to talk anyways.”
3 hours later...
Kraven was a bastard. A real and true bastard. Nathaniel couldn’t believe he’d been sent out to fight lycans tonight of all nights. It was really annoying and his ass was still sore from earlier and—
“Dude, where'd ya get that walk?”
Nathaniel snarled softly under his breath, recognizing one of the enemy lycans. Next time they met, Pierce would so be on the bottom.
written forpilar_sama
Fandom: Underworld—100 words
Pairing: Singe/Lucian
Rating: PG
Dialogue Line: “I cannot believe you convinced me to do this...”
Singe looked up from his charts and tests results held together by a rusty clipboard.
“I cannot believe you convinced me to do this...” Lucian muttered thoughtfully.
Neither can I, the scientist thought. It was hard to get Lucian to stick around in the lab. He was genuinely interested in Singe’s progress of course, but all the technical and tedious things bored Lucian...although he tried to pretend otherwise for his mate’s sake. Shaking his in bemusement, Singe leaned over, placing a kiss on Lucian’s mouth.
The lycan smiled ever so slightly and touched his lips. “Oh, yeah...that’s how...”
written formuted_storms
Fandom: Underworld—242 words
Pairing: Kraven/Soren
Rating: PG
Dialogue Line: (Kraven) "Mixing bowl set designed to please a cook... with round bottom for efficient beating."
“I can’t believe Marcus ordered us to cook,” Kraven snarled venomously, grabbing an apron and tossing another one to Soren.
His second shrugged nonchalantly, taking the unexpected order in stride. True, the janissary wasn’t a great cook, but he could manage. Although this still wasn’t what he wanted to do, and on Valentine’s of all days!
"Mixing bowl set designed to please a cook...with round bottom for efficient beating." Kraven finished reading off the instructions and held the bowl and stared at it, trying to figure out what the instruction’s meant.
Soren sighed and gathered a few more ingredients. “Love, stop fondling the mixing bowl and help set up.”
“Okay, okay,” the regent agreed, still staring at the bowl mystified. “But what does “efficient beating” mean?”
The janissary groaned inwardly. He was starting to wonder if his lover could even boil water. “It’s for mixing the batter, sometimes referred to as beating it.”
“Oh.”
Another sigh slipped from Soren lips. “C’mon, the sooner we finish, the sooner we can do other things,” he purred, sidling closer and slipping an arm suggestively around Kraven’s waist.
Nodding his agreement wholeheartedly and scooting closer, the regent reached for a bag of flour, tearing it open vigorously.
“No, Kraven, don’t do that—!”
But it was too late. With a soft POOF flour went everywhere, covering the two vampires in a nice sheen of white.
“Oops…” the stunned regent murmured, still clutching the half-empty bag.
written forannuminas
Fandom: Underworld—284 words
Pairing: Nathaniel/Skye
Rating: PG
Skye was impossible. Impossible, evil, and sooooo sexy. Nathaniel couldn’t help but love the wicked healer. And now it was their first Valentine’s Day as a couple, and his lover had...something planned, but he wouldn’t tell Nate. The conversation had gone rather like this...
“Tell me,” Nathaniel purred in Skye’s ear.
The healer shrugged away. “No. It’s a surprise.
Nathaniel grinned devilishly. “If you tell me, I still act surprised.”
At this Skye didn’t even say anything, he just rolled his eyes.
“C’mon!” Nathaniel begged, dropping to his knees and clinging to his lover’s hips. It was quite a sight.
Even Skye couldn’t help but smile as he replied in a mocking, sing-song voice, “Patience is a virtue.”
And that was the end of it.
Later that night...
Grumbling about extra shifts, Nathaniel trudged back to his room dripping water. A steady drizzle had been going for the entire time he’d been patrolling. Opening his bedroom door, Nate was greeted with a most welcome surprise. Candles flickered sporadically around the room, rose petals were scattered across the floor like a satin carpet, and lying on Nathaniel’s bed in cream colored robes was Skye.
“You’re late,” the healer admonished, but he was smiling.
Nathaniel smiled a bit as well. “This is quite a surprise...”
Skye slipped off the bed, holding something in his hands. “That’s not the surprise.” He placed the object he was carrying into Nathaniel’s grasp. “This is.”
Nate looked down at the crystal heart he was holding. “It’s beautiful.”
Skye folded Nathaniel’s hands over the glass gift. “I’m giving you my heart, Warrior Rosenthal. Don’t break it.”
Nate brought his lover’s hands to his lips and kissed them. “I won’t ever.”
written forpointetcetera
Fandom: Underworld—138 words
Pairing: Selene/Erika
Rating: PG
Dialogue Line: "How uncharacteristically nice of you."
Erika had felt like she’d walked around I circles through the entire mansion before she finally found Selene. The bouquet of white roses the maid held were a Valentine’s Day gift, and hopefully an ice breaker for getting better acquainted with the frosty death dealer.
With a deep breath, she offered the ideal flowers to the brunette beauty, waiting patiently for her reaction. Selene looked at the white roses. They were absolutely gorgeous and fragrant. "How uncharacteristically nice of you," she said, suspiciously.
Erika nodded and cleared her throat nervously. “Yes, well, I’m glad you liked them.” She wrung her hands and clearly wanted to say more.
“What?” Selene asked coolly.
“I was wondering if you’d like to go get some coffee...I know a nice place—”
“No.” Selene’s voice was curt as she cut Erika off.
written formypaleangel
Title: A Message
Fandom: Bible
Pairing(s) : Asmodeus/Raphael one-sided
Rating: PG
Summary: Asmodeus makes a promise…but not the good kind.
Dialogue Line: Raphael: I don't know. That's something you'd have to ask Gabriel.
Shadows whipped up, making themselves corporeal, but a stout oak wood staff shoved the hissing mess back. Three more attempts it deflected before it was finally snapped in two. The ebony wisps expanded then, draping the Temple room in thick, writhing sheets and snuffing out all the blazing torches and flickering candles. A small radius of floor still showed though, and the only glow left now came from Raphael’s sparking and agitated aura.
Asmodeus smirked gleefully as he watched Raphael glare warily at the shifting sea of black that surrounded him.
“And now, my little angel, I’ll make you mine...”
The demon tensed suddenly as he felt the sudden change in energy. Other angels were coming, to Raphael’s rescue no doubt.
“My friends seem to disagree,” Raphael told him. He could feel the other angel’s coming too.
“Well then, I have a message for you...” Asmodeus purred anyways. He could wait longer if necessary.
“Wrong angel,” Raphael said, stepping back involuntarily. “I don't know. That's something you'd have to ask Gabriel. He’s the messenger.”
“It’s not that kind of message,” Asmodeus purred, smiling evilly. Striking almost like a snake, he pushed a shocked Raphael through the shadows and up against a stone wall. He gripped the angel’s slim wrists and hissed in his ear, “I just want you to know that you should watch your back. I promise I’ll return. Not even your fellow archangels can protect you.”
“They’re doing a pretty good job so far,” Raphael told him bravely. Asmodeus merely chuckled, and the shadows melted away as the room’s door banged open.
written for
dragongFandom: Johnny the Homicidal Maniac
Pairing: Johnny/Squee (Todd)
Rating: PG
Dialogue Line: Todd: “Squee.” Johnny: "Oh, shut up!"
You should not be here. You should not be here.
Schmee’s voice chanted in Todd’s head like a mantra...or a broken record. Clutching the teddy he had never had never grown out of in one hand and a hand-made Valentine in the other, Todd—also known as Squee—walked the long walk to the house numbered 777. Since Johnny C.’s departure five years ago, Todd had not seen the “scary neighborman” even once. At first, he’d been relieved. Johnny’s abrupt and lengthy leave of absence had given him one less reason to look over his shoulder.
Or so he thought.
Soon enough Squee began to miss his “friend”. The man really had only been looking after Todd’s welfare...even if Johnny was a homicidal maniac. The point was, he missed Nny. Patiently, Squee waited for Johnny’s return, but after three years, he was forced to give up. In fact, he had all but given up entirely until two months ago. That was when he’d started seeing lights and hearing noises at the old 777. And now here he was, hoping against hope that Nny was really back.
Knocking tentatively on the door, Squee tried to wait for an answer, but suddenly his courage failed him. Besides Schmee, he was all alone and the sky was smoky with storm clouds and...and...
Whirling around, Todd started to flee when the door burst open and—sure enough—there was Johnny, one of his happy knives in hand. Tripping, Squee fell down the stairs and landed right on his butt.
“Please don’t kill me! I-I-I—squee!”
Realizing who it was, Nny tossed the knife carelessly over his shoulder. “Oh, shut up! If I’d known it was you, I wouldn’t have brought the knife,” Johnny said. “Hello, Schmee!” he greeted Todd’s teddy bear with a sudden and odd kind of cheeriness that made Todd giggle. “What’s that?” Nny asked curiously, pointing to the card Squee still held.
“It’s for you!” Todd replied, holding it out.
“For me?” Johnny sounded genuinely surprised. “It’s so pretty...” he said with an affectionate (o.0) smile. “You’re sweet...I should get you flowers! Or a heart, I have a few guests in the cellar who could donate...”
The growing blush drained from Squee’s face, and his eyes bugged out. “F-flowers would be f-fine.”
Johnny grinned maniacally. “Okee-dokee.”
written for
vampfoxFandom: Underworld—151 words
Pairing: Michael/Kraven
Rating: R
Dialogue Line: "Kraven....Kraven...your hand is on fire."
When the decisive battle between the lycans and vampires, three immortals became fugitives: Michael, Selene...and Kraven. For some reason which the author is too lazy to come up with, Michael, Selene, and Kraven decided to work out there differences and stick together...while hiding out in Michael’s cramped apartment.
One month later...
“Kraven....Kraven...your hand is on fire.”
The ex-regent grinned against Michael’s lips and stroked the young hybrid’s cock harder. He loved having the American doctor at his mercy.
“Kraven, Michael, I’m—” Selene opened the apartment and stopped short in the doorway as Michael and Kraven whirled toward her, surprised and half-naked. One look at the two lovers and her expression changed instantly to one of irritation. “I don’t care if it’s Valentine’s Day, I really don’t need to see this. Michael, get off him...”
“Y’know, if you knocked—”
“Kraven!” Selene yelled, “it’s a ONE ROOM apartment!”
written for
tattooedravenFandom: Underworld—176 words
Pairing: Pierce/Nathaniel
Rating: PG-13
Dialogue Line: “Pierce: Dude, where'd ya get that walk?”
With the ferocious, lusty passion capable of only immortals, Pierce pounced a half-naked Nathaniel to the ancient bed in an equally ancient and dingy motel. For the last two years they’d been meeting like this. It was stupid beyond belief, but Nate had to admit the sex was great.
Pushing Pierce onto his back, Nathaniel warned him, “If you yell “Yee-haw!” one more time while we’re doin’, I won’t speak to you for a month.”
The long-haired lycan grinned deviously, twisting his hips so that he was straddling Nathaniel.
“Vampire,” he smirked, “your pretty mouth is gonna be so busy you won’t have a chance to talk anyways.”
3 hours later...
Kraven was a bastard. A real and true bastard. Nathaniel couldn’t believe he’d been sent out to fight lycans tonight of all nights. It was really annoying and his ass was still sore from earlier and—
“Dude, where'd ya get that walk?”
Nathaniel snarled softly under his breath, recognizing one of the enemy lycans. Next time they met, Pierce would so be on the bottom.
written for
pilar_samaFandom: Underworld—100 words
Pairing: Singe/Lucian
Rating: PG
Dialogue Line: “I cannot believe you convinced me to do this...”
Singe looked up from his charts and tests results held together by a rusty clipboard.
“I cannot believe you convinced me to do this...” Lucian muttered thoughtfully.
Neither can I, the scientist thought. It was hard to get Lucian to stick around in the lab. He was genuinely interested in Singe’s progress of course, but all the technical and tedious things bored Lucian...although he tried to pretend otherwise for his mate’s sake. Shaking his in bemusement, Singe leaned over, placing a kiss on Lucian’s mouth.
The lycan smiled ever so slightly and touched his lips. “Oh, yeah...that’s how...”
written for
muted_stormsFandom: Underworld—242 words
Pairing: Kraven/Soren
Rating: PG
Dialogue Line: (Kraven) "Mixing bowl set designed to please a cook... with round bottom for efficient beating."
“I can’t believe Marcus ordered us to cook,” Kraven snarled venomously, grabbing an apron and tossing another one to Soren.
His second shrugged nonchalantly, taking the unexpected order in stride. True, the janissary wasn’t a great cook, but he could manage. Although this still wasn’t what he wanted to do, and on Valentine’s of all days!
"Mixing bowl set designed to please a cook...with round bottom for efficient beating." Kraven finished reading off the instructions and held the bowl and stared at it, trying to figure out what the instruction’s meant.
Soren sighed and gathered a few more ingredients. “Love, stop fondling the mixing bowl and help set up.”
“Okay, okay,” the regent agreed, still staring at the bowl mystified. “But what does “efficient beating” mean?”
The janissary groaned inwardly. He was starting to wonder if his lover could even boil water. “It’s for mixing the batter, sometimes referred to as beating it.”
“Oh.”
Another sigh slipped from Soren lips. “C’mon, the sooner we finish, the sooner we can do other things,” he purred, sidling closer and slipping an arm suggestively around Kraven’s waist.
Nodding his agreement wholeheartedly and scooting closer, the regent reached for a bag of flour, tearing it open vigorously.
“No, Kraven, don’t do that—!”
But it was too late. With a soft POOF flour went everywhere, covering the two vampires in a nice sheen of white.
“Oops…” the stunned regent murmured, still clutching the half-empty bag.
written for
annuminasFandom: Underworld—284 words
Pairing: Nathaniel/Skye
Rating: PG
Skye was impossible. Impossible, evil, and sooooo sexy. Nathaniel couldn’t help but love the wicked healer. And now it was their first Valentine’s Day as a couple, and his lover had...something planned, but he wouldn’t tell Nate. The conversation had gone rather like this...
“Tell me,” Nathaniel purred in Skye’s ear.
The healer shrugged away. “No. It’s a surprise.
Nathaniel grinned devilishly. “If you tell me, I still act surprised.”
At this Skye didn’t even say anything, he just rolled his eyes.
“C’mon!” Nathaniel begged, dropping to his knees and clinging to his lover’s hips. It was quite a sight.
Even Skye couldn’t help but smile as he replied in a mocking, sing-song voice, “Patience is a virtue.”
And that was the end of it.
Later that night...
Grumbling about extra shifts, Nathaniel trudged back to his room dripping water. A steady drizzle had been going for the entire time he’d been patrolling. Opening his bedroom door, Nate was greeted with a most welcome surprise. Candles flickered sporadically around the room, rose petals were scattered across the floor like a satin carpet, and lying on Nathaniel’s bed in cream colored robes was Skye.
“You’re late,” the healer admonished, but he was smiling.
Nathaniel smiled a bit as well. “This is quite a surprise...”
Skye slipped off the bed, holding something in his hands. “That’s not the surprise.” He placed the object he was carrying into Nathaniel’s grasp. “This is.”
Nate looked down at the crystal heart he was holding. “It’s beautiful.”
Skye folded Nathaniel’s hands over the glass gift. “I’m giving you my heart, Warrior Rosenthal. Don’t break it.”
Nate brought his lover’s hands to his lips and kissed them. “I won’t ever.”
written for
pointetceteraFandom: Underworld—138 words
Pairing: Selene/Erika
Rating: PG
Dialogue Line: "How uncharacteristically nice of you."
Erika had felt like she’d walked around I circles through the entire mansion before she finally found Selene. The bouquet of white roses the maid held were a Valentine’s Day gift, and hopefully an ice breaker for getting better acquainted with the frosty death dealer.
With a deep breath, she offered the ideal flowers to the brunette beauty, waiting patiently for her reaction. Selene looked at the white roses. They were absolutely gorgeous and fragrant. "How uncharacteristically nice of you," she said, suspiciously.
Erika nodded and cleared her throat nervously. “Yes, well, I’m glad you liked them.” She wrung her hands and clearly wanted to say more.
“What?” Selene asked coolly.
“I was wondering if you’d like to go get some coffee...I know a nice place—”
“No.” Selene’s voice was curt as she cut Erika off.
written for
mypaleangelTitle: A Message
Fandom: Bible
Pairing(s) : Asmodeus/Raphael one-sided
Rating: PG
Summary: Asmodeus makes a promise…but not the good kind.
Dialogue Line: Raphael: I don't know. That's something you'd have to ask Gabriel.
Shadows whipped up, making themselves corporeal, but a stout oak wood staff shoved the hissing mess back. Three more attempts it deflected before it was finally snapped in two. The ebony wisps expanded then, draping the Temple room in thick, writhing sheets and snuffing out all the blazing torches and flickering candles. A small radius of floor still showed though, and the only glow left now came from Raphael’s sparking and agitated aura.
Asmodeus smirked gleefully as he watched Raphael glare warily at the shifting sea of black that surrounded him.
“And now, my little angel, I’ll make you mine...”
The demon tensed suddenly as he felt the sudden change in energy. Other angels were coming, to Raphael’s rescue no doubt.
“My friends seem to disagree,” Raphael told him. He could feel the other angel’s coming too.
“Well then, I have a message for you...” Asmodeus purred anyways. He could wait longer if necessary.
“Wrong angel,” Raphael said, stepping back involuntarily. “I don't know. That's something you'd have to ask Gabriel. He’s the messenger.”
“It’s not that kind of message,” Asmodeus purred, smiling evilly. Striking almost like a snake, he pushed a shocked Raphael through the shadows and up against a stone wall. He gripped the angel’s slim wrists and hissed in his ear, “I just want you to know that you should watch your back. I promise I’ll return. Not even your fellow archangels can protect you.”
“They’re doing a pretty good job so far,” Raphael told him bravely. Asmodeus merely chuckled, and the shadows melted away as the room’s door banged open.
