drabble request meme

[soundczechfic]

As usual, I might get bored and not complete these. I always do it on a whim and then run out of steam and I'm not that good with like, responsibility.

I'm only opening to Prince of Tennis, Loveless, Nana and Veronica Mars drabbles. Or original, I guess, with prompt words. And maybe Tenimyu RPS, but I can't guarantee I'll be able to write all actors. I will do my best :( Request away.

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[lout.livejournal.com]

Nana/Hachi

[soundczech.livejournal.com]

I haven't read manga yet, so. I will do my best.

Nana takes Hachi to get her first tattoo one year after they first met. Hachi gets a pretty pink star at the top of her spine and cries even after the needle has stopped pressing beestings into her skin. Nana takes her home and slides lotion over the ink with smooth fingers, puts her to bed and presses kisses on the soft surrounding skin. Hachi always says things like This is the first day of the rest of my life, but this time it actually feels true.

[purple-smurf.livejournal.com]

I'm only opening to Prince of Tennis, Loveless, Nana and Veronica Mars drabbles

*pouts in corner* :p

[soundczech.livejournal.com]

lksjdfgklj I'll let you request a Buffy one. I just didn't want to open it up to Buffy and QaF because I know I'll mostly get those, and I just can't do them that much any more. What are you in the mood for?

Hey, mine is sort of specific.

[samenashi.livejournal.com]

Prince of Tennis, AU in which Tezuka is a 40 yr old man and Ryoma is 12. Tezuka cruises by the tennis courts looking for a good time. Think Mysterious Skin.

Re: Hey, mine is sort of specific.

[soundczech.livejournal.com]

I hate you. I'll come back to it.

[samenashi.livejournal.com]

LOVELESS, Ritsuka/Soubi, memory loss.

[soundczech.livejournal.com]

Ritsuka can't remember his first grade teacher or being five years old. He sees pictures of small kids with red balloons and teddy bears but can't remember the feeling of them in his hands, the joy they brought. He wonders if he had friends. He wonders if he got scared, or cried. Some nights when he's cold and sad and his mother has split fresh wounds on his cheeks and hands he makes Soubi tell him stories about his own childhood. Soubi liked puzzles and slept with a bear called Shiro, he says. Ritsuka thinks he's making it all up, but that's okay. He presses his nose into the warm crook of Soubi's arm and dreams of blue and pink balloons.

[samenashi.livejournal.com]

Dick/Beaver. :-?

[soundczech.livejournal.com]

klsajfdlgksjfh jesus. okay. this sucks.

In summer sometimes Dick and Cassidy won't move for days, lying by the pool with comic books and rock music, making the butler go out and get them slurpees. By the time he's twelve Cassidy doesn't read comic books anymore, instead he has thick boring novels with names that Dick can't remember. Dick gets annoyed when Beaver ignores him so he throws the books in the pool and holds Beaver back until the pages get heavy and dip beneath the surface of the water. By the time he's fourteen Beaver doesn't read anymore, but he doesn't really talk to Dick either. That's okay though because Dick talks and Beaver just has to listen and let Dick punch him when he's mad.

HEY

[samenashi.livejournal.com]

Beecher/Keller, AU, escape.

Re: HEY

[soundczech.livejournal.com]

This was really hard :| It's been so long since I watched Oz.

They escape in the laundry truck and lie back in soiled white sheets, Toby's face pressed into the warm slab of Chris' arm. They're covered in rust stains and bruises from squeezing through the cracks in the buildings, the air vents and steel-barred windows. On the way to the truck Toby fell over, face pushed into grass and mud. He can taste the earth in his mouth, between his teeth, and it feels fucking fantastic. The rolling wheels take them further away and he feels like he can feel every bump in the ashphalt and all the ridges on the tires, the bird shit on the windscreen, the rain that beats against the roof. In the truck in the dark on these dirty sheets he presses his mouth to Chris' and they share the taste of the earth and their blood, the taste of the freedom they will know.

[mysquishy.livejournal.com]

Buffy/Spike, season 7 :P

[soundczech.livejournal.com]

Hmmm :-?

One night close to the end Buffy dreams that Spike takes her to an abandoned cinema and they watch old Molly Ringwald movies alone in the dark. Somehow they have hot popcorn and large sodas but Spike has to start the projection himself. In the second movie Molly's love interest is a big silver robot with flashing blue buttons and Buffy cries. In the third movie Spike holds her hand, her slim fingers flattened between his big dry palm and the red velvet armrest. She leans her head on his shoulder and he smells like blood, and when he kisses her his fangs are sharp and cut her lips. When she wakes he's drooling on her chest and her hand is stuck in his crusty hair, but he still looks as beautiful as he did in her dream.

[un-voyage-cher.livejournal.com]

Loveless. What Ritsuka's ears feel like.

[samenashi.livejournal.com]

I CAN'T WAIT.

[storyteller.livejournal.com]

Seimei/Ritsuka. Angst, plz.

[soundczech.livejournal.com]

I know next to nothing about Seimei. I will try.

One of Ritsuka's earliest memories is walking home from school with Seimei, small hand clutching Seimei's big warm one, being intensely aware of the black of Seimei's school uniform out of the corner of his eye. Everything seemed safer with Seimei by his side and Ritsuka wasn't afraid to walk through the front door of his house, wasn't afraid to go to the fridge and take out a soda. With Seimei gone the house is full of obstacles, every mirror and window a hazard, every piece of china a weapon. He begins to sleep with his door locked and dreams of Seimei's soft, safe voice.

[samenashi.livejournal.com]

Doctor/Rose, BFFs. T_T

[soundczech.livejournal.com]

Sometimes when there's nothing to do the Doctor will come and lie on Rose's bed in the mornings and make fun of her flannel pyjamas. They're pink with angry green frogs polka dotted across the fabric and he tells her stories about a planet that was briefly ruled by a race of giant toads. It didn't work out, he says. Marxists, you know. Rose had never read Marx before she knew the Doctor but now she knows all about it and all about a lot of other things, too. She doesn't remember who she was before the Doctor now. She doesn't think she'd like her very much.

[altricial.livejournal.com]

Shirota/AtobePerson; unrequited love.

[soundczech.livejournal.com]

laughing. I'm glad it's you because I know you don't require any kind of biographical accuracy. This didn't really turn out like I wanted, I might try again later.

It takes Shirota two months to notice that Kato is acting kind of weird. He seems kind of grumpier than usual and he doesn't take Shirota's jokes very well. He used to be a pretty fun guy, Shirota doesn't know what his problem is. He tries to back off and shut up for a change but Kato seems even angrier then. He doesn't know what he has to do to please the guy. Sometimes Kato just stares at him across the room, and in the end Shirota goes back to acting as normal and Kato seems relieved. He hugs Shirota close at the final performance and Shirota thinks he feels warm lips behind his ear. They're a bit weepy like everyone else and Shirota smacks a sloppy kiss on Kato's cheek and laughs. Kato doesn't rub his cheek like Shirota would. He just stands there and watches Shirota walk away.

hey........

[samenashi.livejournal.com]

PoT/RL crossover, Mary-Kate/Sanada.

Re: hey........

[un-voyage-cher.livejournal.com]

ssdfsdfsfdsfd

[altricial.livejournal.com]

Momokai; blankets.

[soundczech.livejournal.com]

Momo always hogs the blankets, because he's an idiot. The first time they slept together Kaidoh froze half the night until he kicked and punched him awake and stole them back. The second time he takes an extra blanket to bed but Momo steals that too. Kaidoh gets up grumpily and takes a shower and walks home, and when he wakes up in the morning there are abusive messages on his voicemail asking where he is. He doesn't know how they got into this, or why, but he calls back and screams that he's not sleeping there again until Momo learns to share. The next time he stays over Momo rolls over on top of him, all dead weight and body heat beneath the blankets, and says, "If you were cold, you should have just said so, moron."

[altricial.livejournal.com]

Atobe/Sanada; birthday.

[soundczech.livejournal.com]

On his birthday, Atobe has his chaffeur drive him around the city. He sits alone on the leather seat and stares out the window, bright lights and tall buildings. Tanaka asks where he wants to go and Atobe says he doesn't know, but they pull up in front of Sanada's building anyway, and when they pull away Atobe is tucked up against Genichirou's side.

[altricial.livejournal.com]

Ryoma/Ryoga/Nanjiroh; G rating family moment.

[soundczech.livejournal.com]

Ryoga attends Ryoma's sixteenth birthday party. He shows up with some porno magazines for the kid and a case of beer for Nanjiroh, and Ryoma looks at them through sullen eyes as they polish off most of the case before sunset.

"Don't embarrass me," Ryoma grumbles through clenched teeth. Ryoga and Nanjiroh are slumped together on the couch as if Ryoga hadn't been gone for ten years, as if he hadn't run away and practically joined the mob. Ryoma is taller than the last time Ryoma saw him, but not much. It makes Ryoga want to ruffle his hair.

Nanjiroh's voice rises to a falsetto as he croons, "You're just afraid we'll scare off your boooooooyyyyyyyyyyyfrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiieeeeeeennd."

"Shut up," Ryoma says, and tugs on his cap. "You're an idiot. He's not my boyfriend."

"He is too!" Nanjiroh yells as Ryoma stalks away. He lifts his beer and uses it to point in Ryoma's direction. "Your brother is a liar," he says, and elbows Ryoga in the side. "He and that scary captain are in looooooove."

"Chibisuke can't have a boyfriend," Ryoga complains. "He's five."

"Nuh uh," Nanjiroh says. "My baby boy is all grown up."

His voice is sarcastic, all gruff throat and sharp edges, but his eyes are wide and happy, and if he weren't so drunk Ryoga thinks he might look proud.

[altricial.livejournal.com]

Karupin/Kaidoh; angst.

[soundczech.livejournal.com]

What. God. Fine. Uh.

He stops in the park to play with him every day. Sometimes he is there and sometimes he isn't, but that shock of cream fur against the grass always makes something lift in Kaidoh's heart. Some days he brings him treats and dreams that he will follow him home. On warm days he strokes thick fur and whispers how pretty he is, what a nice kitty. He imagines waking up with the heavy weight on his chest and feels happy. He wonders what kind of home the cat has. If he's happy. If he loves his master as much as he loves Kaidoh. The day Echizen appears in the park, he has his answer. They nod greetings to one another and Kaidoh watches as he walks away, Karupin bundled in his arms and nuzzling Echizen's face. He goes home alone, and his bed feels cold.

[altricial.livejournal.com]

Iruka/Naruto; sacrifice.

[samenashi.livejournal.com]

D:

[bookshop.livejournal.com]

Tezuka/Ryoma; jump.

[bookshop.livejournal.com]

Tezuka/Ryoma; interrogate.

[soundczech.livejournal.com]

In his second year of high school, Tezuka is offered a place at a rising stars tennis camp in Osaka. He packs his bags and leaves the third week of summer, Fuji at his side and Ryoma getting smaller in the distance as the train leaves the platform. They know about half the players at the camp, maybe more, from tournaments and Nationals and assorted other events. Everybody knows who they are, and Tezuka feels their eyes on his shoulder as they walk through the halls.

Tezuka has to share a room with Atobe.

He's in the room already when Tezuka gets there, with wet hair and his button down shirt hanging open. He greets Atobe curtly and unpacks his bags, sliding neatly folded shirts into the drawer. He's learned not to be too warm with Atobe lest it be taken as an invitation for wandering hands to inappropriate places. It doesn't matter, because Atobe is already at his shoulder, mouth close to Tezuka's ear.

"Lucky me," Atobe drawls. "We can stay up late and giggle like girls."

Tezuka steps back, away from the oppressive heat of Atobe at his side. "I go to bed early," he says, and heads out for practice.

Fuji must have spoken to Ryoma because Tezuka gets a call the next afternoon, Ryoma's voice quiet and grumpy over the line.

"I bet he orchestrated it," Ryoma huffs. "He probably bought off the administrators just to get into the camp."

Tezuka doesn't bother dignifying that with a response. "How was practice?" he asks instead.

Ryoma grunts. "Fine. Don't change the subject, Buchou."

"But this conversation is so pointless," Tezuka points out. "We had it last summer too and we weren't even -"

They weren't even a couple then. Tezuka still sometimes feels uncomfortable thinking of them like that. He's growing used to the heat of Ryoma's mouth on his skin and the weight of his arms around his neck, but it feels reckless to be so open.

"Last summer you ended up locked in the equipment shed with him for three hours because Kabaji broke the door," Ryoma reminds him. "He's shifty."

"That was just an accident."

"Che." There's a long silence. "What does he wear to bed?"

"I don't know," Tezuka says. "Pajamas."

"What do you wear to bed?"

Tezuka closes his eyes. "Pajamas," he says.

"I hope they're ugly ones," Ryoma scowls.

"They're blue," Tezuka replies. "Plaid."

"I hope you look gross in them."

"Why are you so strange about Atobe?" Tezuka asks. "There are plenty of other boys at this camp."

"Yeah," Ryoma snorts, "but Atobe's hot."

Tezuka blinks and reminds himself not to let Ryoma play Singles One when they meet Hyotei in the regionals next year.

[bookshop.livejournal.com]

Tezuka/Ryoma; painstaking.

[soundczech.livejournal.com]

aslkd I'm being a bit liberal with the prompt. I love how this and the Nana fic are practically the same.

When he is twenty four years old, Ryoma decides to get a tattoo. He makes an appointment for Thursday morning in a clean, white-tiled tattoo parlour two blocks from their hotel. In two days he will play for the men's singles title at Wimbledon. Tezuka comes with him and stands stern and disapproving at his side as Ryoma pours through binders of patterns, black tribal symbols and cartoonish snakes wrapped around motorcycles. Tezuka refuses to offer his opinion when Ryoma points at an image, but when the needle touches Ryoma's skin his hand is clasped tight in Buchou's and squeezing hard enough to numb the pain.

[altricial.livejournal.com]

UHM. ATOBE/TEZ; EMAILS.

[soundczech.livejournal.com]

Tezuka doesn't know how Atobe got his email address, but every morning his inbox is full of notes from Atobe: questions about tennis, about school, invitations to parties and forwarded advertisements for porn. He adjusts to this remarkably quickly and makes a folder so that he does not miss the messages that he occasionally receives from Fuji or Echizen amidst the sea of Atobe's name. Inui has his own folder too; Tezuka rarely checks it. He reads every email that Atobe sends but only sometimes replies. He only half understands what Atobe wants from him, and he isn't certain he wants to give it.

[altricial.livejournal.com]

ASAMI/TAKABA; GROCERY SHOPPING.

[seashanties.livejournal.com]

SHE DIDN'T SAY WE COULD REQUEST VIEWFINDER! :O

CAN I REQUEST ASAMI/TAKABA TOO, STARLA??????????

[altricial.livejournal.com]

Golden Pair; graduation.

[soundczech.livejournal.com]

The night they graduate Fuji throws a party for the Seigaku regulars and somehow manages to provide them with four long, dark bottles of Sake. Tezuka watches arms crossed and stern as Momo and Eiji grow increasingly inebriated. Oishi only drinks what Eiji forces down his throat, but it's enough to make him feel warm and fuzzy, enough to make him hug Tezuka in the kitchen and make him promise to keep in touch. This team is Oishi's family. He doesn't know how to ensure their safety from a distance. He will worry every school day of the year, he knows: he will email Echizen about his diet and fret that Inui has been arrested. He has already made Momo promise to send him weekly reports regarding the wellbeing of the club. He's made sure Echizen has his cell phone number three times. Eiji keeps hugging him and telling him not to worry, but every morning Oishi wakes up and realises that he won't see Eiji before class every day and the resulting panic threatens to overwhelm him.

Later, in the dark on futons on Fuji's floor, Eiji throws his arms heavy and drunk across Oishi's belly, presses his cheek to Oishi's chin and says, "Stop worrying, Oishiiiii. I'll call you." He presses warm lips against Oishi's and murmurs, "I'll call you every morning and every night."

Oishi closes his eyes and clutches Eiji's hand and tries not to be afraid.

[samenashi.livejournal.com]

ACHILLES/PATROCLUS, GHOSTS...

[soundczech.livejournal.com]

Why do you hate me. Do you know how long it's been since I read the Iliad?

[altricial.livejournal.com]

Nana; aliens...

[altricial.livejournal.com]

Nana/Hachi, obviously.