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Drabble Meme: 3/10
So I finally got off my butt (or, rather, on it XD) and started getting those drabbles done from that drabble meme I advertised way back when. I'm really sorry it's taken me this long. D: And of course I think I'm going to do this in chunks, so here are the first three (not exactly in the order I was given prompts) out of ten that I was given.
As a note, these generally fail as drabbles in the strictest sense - I really seem incapable of writing anything incredibly short, so they're all a couple hundred words at least. No novels though, I promise!
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noctaval (whose format for posting these I have also stolen :D;):
Fandom: Star Wars
Prompt: Obi/Ani, unresolved sexual tension
Notes: I think I may have failed at this, in both making it short and in making it actually UST-y... Buuut I suppose I could always just write you more and try again. XD 391 words.
Title:
Midnight
“What are you looking at?” Obi-Wan asked, approaching the dark figure seated at the tactical console. It was the night shift and the ship’s lights were dimmed appropriately; the Twilight’s bridge was deserted but for a few officers dutifully manning their posts. While the ship was in hyperspace there wasn’t much reason to keep a full crew on duty. Those who were on shift paid the Jedi no mind, and it was almost easy to imagine they were alone on the bridge.
“Troop deployments,” Anakin replied, pointing to the screen. On it was displayed their destination and the location of the current Republic forces, as well as the last known intelligence on the Separatists. “If this is accurate – and you know how likely that is,” he added wryly, “if we insert here,” he pointed to an area on the map, “we should have the best chance.
Obi-wan braced one arm on the console so he could look over Anakin’s shoulder, his beard almost tickling the other’s ear. “Hm. Yes, I think you’re right. That does look like it will give us the greatest tactical advantage.”
“Mm,” Anakin agreed, leaning back a little until his shoulders almost touched the fabric of Obi-Wan’s tunic.
“How long have you been at this?” Obi-Wan asked, using his former padawan’s shoulder to lever himself back up into a standing position. He left his hand, however, as Anakin twisted to look up at him.
The shoulder beneath his fingers moved in a half-hearted shrug. “A while.”
Obi-Wan considered the young knight’s face – his features were pale and drawn. It had been a while since either of them had gotten a good night’s sleep. “Where’s your Padawan?”
“Sleeping,” Anakin replied, with a bit of a rueful smile. He glanced back and up at his former master, lips still quirked and eyes dark.
“Ah. She may be the wisest of us all,” Obi-Wan chuckled, gaze sliding from the screen to his comrade’s face, his eyes reflecting the light from the display. “Perhaps we should follow her example.”
His hand slid from Anakin’s shoulder as the taller man stood, the space between them inches at most. “I guess you’re right. See you in the morning?” And Anakin began making his way off the bridge, headed towards his quarters.
“In the morning,” Obi-Wan murmured thoughtfully, and followed his comrade’s retreating back.
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Forauroraprimavera:
Fandom: Merlin
Prompt: Merin/Arthur
Notes: Not very shippy, I suppose, but it’s oh-so-heavily implied. :D; 363 words.
Title:
Ticklish
“Merlin, come here!” Arthur sounded exasperated and tired – then again, these were the usual emotions to hear in his voice whenever he was referring to Merlin, who realized he was quite possibly the worst manservant in the history of shoddy manservants. But Arthur could try to be a bit more patient, couldn’t he?
The answer was, of course, that no, he couldn’t. The prince of Camelot waited for nothing, and his manservant was certainly not exempt from that rule. Merlin hurried over to where the prince stood beside the open window, hair mussed and sweaty and arms outstretched, ready for Merlin to remove his armor after a long day training in the sun.
Arthur smelled of musk and sunshine, with a bit of crushed grass mixed in, Merlin thought, as his fingers found the first of the armor’s straps and he began to undo them.
“Really, I can’t wait to be out of this stuff – I think weather hotter than hell ought to be banned from Camelot,” Arthur grumbled, as Merlin ducked his head and went about his duty with a small, somewhat-concealed smile.
That is, until Merlin’s fingers found the first speck of tunic between the plates of armor, and a moment later Arthur was shrieking in a very un-princelike manner.
“Merlin! Merlin – oh God, stop that, Merlin!” the prince cried, but Merlin was of no mind to surrender the advantage, as he continued to tickle the prince’s armpit mercilessly.
“Say ‘Merlin is a brilliant young man’!” he commanded.
“What? No! Now – Merlin, stop, stop!” Arthur begged, nearly doubled over. But Merlin would not relent.
“Say it!” he teased.
“Merlin! You bastard – fine, fine! Just stop!”
“Say it~”
“Merlin is a brilliant young man. Now – please – stop!”
Reluctantly, Merlin’s fingers stilled. The prince gasped, his sides heaving beneath the remainder of his armor. “Really, Merlin,” Arthur choked out, “there are better ways to get me to compliment you.”
“Hm?” Merlin asked, going back to his task of searching out leather straps and unbuckling them. “There are?”
“Oh, yes,” Arthur said, his breathing finally returning to something resembling normal. “You could just be as brilliant in bed again as you were last night.”
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Foralibi2014:
Fandom: Percy Jackson & the Olympians
Prompt: Percy/Annabeth
Notes: ... I don't know. XD This was supposed to be totally different, but then this happened. ::fail:: 611 words.
Title:
The Simple Solution
“Hey, Seaweed Brain. What’re you doing?”
“Shh!” I put my finger to my lips, trying to get Annabeth to keep her voice down. Seriously, wasn’t she supposed to be observant or something?
“...Uh?” Annabeth crept over to my side, thankfully not making too much noise as she squatted down in the dirt beside me. “What are you doing?” she asked again, but at least she asked it more quietly this time.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” I hissed, waving at her to make sure she kept her voice down. Just through the bushes, I could see Chloe Mayweather, one of the Athena cabin girls, frown and put her hands on her hips.
“Honestly? I don’t think you want to hear the answer to that,” she said.
I rolled my eyes. “I’m hiding,” I said, chucking a finger at the leaves inches from my face. “From her.”
“From...?” Annabeth peered between the leaves. “Oh.” She frowned slightly, then looked back at me. “Why are you hiding from Chloe? Did you dump out her favorite nailpolish by accident or something?”
I wished it had been that simple. “No,” I whispered, as Chloe turned in a circle, surveying the clearing. “She... she wanted to... you know...”
“... I don’t know.” Annabeth cocked an eyebrow, and it made her look like Mr. Spock. I tried not to snicker because that would just give us away.
At the same time, I could feel my face begin to flush. Was I really going to have to spell it out for her? “She wanted to... ask me out. To the bonfire.” As I spoke, I could feel my face getting hotter and hotter. I was probably the color of a tomato by now.
Annabeth stared for a minute, and then she started to snicker. She slapped one hand to her mouth as Chloe whirled around, looking for the source of the noise. I added my hand to hers, praying to my dad and any other god who might be listening that Chloe wouldn’t find us. It had taken me almost five minutes to get far enough ahead of her to hide. I didn’t want to have to go through that again, thanks to Annabeth.
Finally Annabeth quieted, and it seemed like Chloe had had enough. “Ugh. I’ll find you, Percy Jackson! You can’t just run away like that!” Chloe fumed, and finally she stalked away into the woods, heading back in the direction of camp.
I breathed a sigh of relief, and it was only then that I realized my hand was still clamped on top of Annabeth’s over her mouth. I pulled back and she took a deep breath, eyeing me and my probably still tomato-colored face.
“You know...” she said slowly, and I glanced up at her, wrinkling my nose and ready to make some comeback if she was going to tell me how red I looked, “I think I have the answer to your problem.”
I blinked. “Huh?”
Annabeth rolled her eyes. “It’s pretty simple really.”
“Oh yeah? And what is it, Wise Girl?” I asked. “What’s this simple answer of yours?”
Annabeth grinned and pushed herself off the ground. “I’ll go with you. Then you’re already taken.” She flipped her blonde ponytail over her shoulder and took off in the same direction as Chloe before I even really had a chance to process what she’d said.
When I finally did, I pushed myself up off the ground, wondering if I should be grateful or confused or embarrassed or angry or what. But ahead of me, Annabeth only waved a hand and called over her shoulder, “Nine PM, Seaweed Brain. Don’t be late!”
More to come later this week!
As a note, these generally fail as drabbles in the strictest sense - I really seem incapable of writing anything incredibly short, so they're all a couple hundred words at least. No novels though, I promise!
For
noctaval (whose format for posting these I have also stolen :D;): Fandom: Star Wars
Prompt: Obi/Ani, unresolved sexual tension
Notes: I think I may have failed at this, in both making it short and in making it actually UST-y... Buuut I suppose I could always just write you more and try again. XD 391 words.
Title:
Midnight
“What are you looking at?” Obi-Wan asked, approaching the dark figure seated at the tactical console. It was the night shift and the ship’s lights were dimmed appropriately; the Twilight’s bridge was deserted but for a few officers dutifully manning their posts. While the ship was in hyperspace there wasn’t much reason to keep a full crew on duty. Those who were on shift paid the Jedi no mind, and it was almost easy to imagine they were alone on the bridge.
“Troop deployments,” Anakin replied, pointing to the screen. On it was displayed their destination and the location of the current Republic forces, as well as the last known intelligence on the Separatists. “If this is accurate – and you know how likely that is,” he added wryly, “if we insert here,” he pointed to an area on the map, “we should have the best chance.
Obi-wan braced one arm on the console so he could look over Anakin’s shoulder, his beard almost tickling the other’s ear. “Hm. Yes, I think you’re right. That does look like it will give us the greatest tactical advantage.”
“Mm,” Anakin agreed, leaning back a little until his shoulders almost touched the fabric of Obi-Wan’s tunic.
“How long have you been at this?” Obi-Wan asked, using his former padawan’s shoulder to lever himself back up into a standing position. He left his hand, however, as Anakin twisted to look up at him.
The shoulder beneath his fingers moved in a half-hearted shrug. “A while.”
Obi-Wan considered the young knight’s face – his features were pale and drawn. It had been a while since either of them had gotten a good night’s sleep. “Where’s your Padawan?”
“Sleeping,” Anakin replied, with a bit of a rueful smile. He glanced back and up at his former master, lips still quirked and eyes dark.
“Ah. She may be the wisest of us all,” Obi-Wan chuckled, gaze sliding from the screen to his comrade’s face, his eyes reflecting the light from the display. “Perhaps we should follow her example.”
His hand slid from Anakin’s shoulder as the taller man stood, the space between them inches at most. “I guess you’re right. See you in the morning?” And Anakin began making his way off the bridge, headed towards his quarters.
“In the morning,” Obi-Wan murmured thoughtfully, and followed his comrade’s retreating back.
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For
auroraprimavera: Fandom: Merlin
Prompt: Merin/Arthur
Notes: Not very shippy, I suppose, but it’s oh-so-heavily implied. :D; 363 words.
Title:
Ticklish
“Merlin, come here!” Arthur sounded exasperated and tired – then again, these were the usual emotions to hear in his voice whenever he was referring to Merlin, who realized he was quite possibly the worst manservant in the history of shoddy manservants. But Arthur could try to be a bit more patient, couldn’t he?
The answer was, of course, that no, he couldn’t. The prince of Camelot waited for nothing, and his manservant was certainly not exempt from that rule. Merlin hurried over to where the prince stood beside the open window, hair mussed and sweaty and arms outstretched, ready for Merlin to remove his armor after a long day training in the sun.
Arthur smelled of musk and sunshine, with a bit of crushed grass mixed in, Merlin thought, as his fingers found the first of the armor’s straps and he began to undo them.
“Really, I can’t wait to be out of this stuff – I think weather hotter than hell ought to be banned from Camelot,” Arthur grumbled, as Merlin ducked his head and went about his duty with a small, somewhat-concealed smile.
That is, until Merlin’s fingers found the first speck of tunic between the plates of armor, and a moment later Arthur was shrieking in a very un-princelike manner.
“Merlin! Merlin – oh God, stop that, Merlin!” the prince cried, but Merlin was of no mind to surrender the advantage, as he continued to tickle the prince’s armpit mercilessly.
“Say ‘Merlin is a brilliant young man’!” he commanded.
“What? No! Now – Merlin, stop, stop!” Arthur begged, nearly doubled over. But Merlin would not relent.
“Say it!” he teased.
“Merlin! You bastard – fine, fine! Just stop!”
“Say it~”
“Merlin is a brilliant young man. Now – please – stop!”
Reluctantly, Merlin’s fingers stilled. The prince gasped, his sides heaving beneath the remainder of his armor. “Really, Merlin,” Arthur choked out, “there are better ways to get me to compliment you.”
“Hm?” Merlin asked, going back to his task of searching out leather straps and unbuckling them. “There are?”
“Oh, yes,” Arthur said, his breathing finally returning to something resembling normal. “You could just be as brilliant in bed again as you were last night.”
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For
alibi2014: Fandom: Percy Jackson & the Olympians
Prompt: Percy/Annabeth
Notes: ... I don't know. XD This was supposed to be totally different, but then this happened. ::fail:: 611 words.
Title:
The Simple Solution
“Hey, Seaweed Brain. What’re you doing?”
“Shh!” I put my finger to my lips, trying to get Annabeth to keep her voice down. Seriously, wasn’t she supposed to be observant or something?
“...Uh?” Annabeth crept over to my side, thankfully not making too much noise as she squatted down in the dirt beside me. “What are you doing?” she asked again, but at least she asked it more quietly this time.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” I hissed, waving at her to make sure she kept her voice down. Just through the bushes, I could see Chloe Mayweather, one of the Athena cabin girls, frown and put her hands on her hips.
“Honestly? I don’t think you want to hear the answer to that,” she said.
I rolled my eyes. “I’m hiding,” I said, chucking a finger at the leaves inches from my face. “From her.”
“From...?” Annabeth peered between the leaves. “Oh.” She frowned slightly, then looked back at me. “Why are you hiding from Chloe? Did you dump out her favorite nailpolish by accident or something?”
I wished it had been that simple. “No,” I whispered, as Chloe turned in a circle, surveying the clearing. “She... she wanted to... you know...”
“... I don’t know.” Annabeth cocked an eyebrow, and it made her look like Mr. Spock. I tried not to snicker because that would just give us away.
At the same time, I could feel my face begin to flush. Was I really going to have to spell it out for her? “She wanted to... ask me out. To the bonfire.” As I spoke, I could feel my face getting hotter and hotter. I was probably the color of a tomato by now.
Annabeth stared for a minute, and then she started to snicker. She slapped one hand to her mouth as Chloe whirled around, looking for the source of the noise. I added my hand to hers, praying to my dad and any other god who might be listening that Chloe wouldn’t find us. It had taken me almost five minutes to get far enough ahead of her to hide. I didn’t want to have to go through that again, thanks to Annabeth.
Finally Annabeth quieted, and it seemed like Chloe had had enough. “Ugh. I’ll find you, Percy Jackson! You can’t just run away like that!” Chloe fumed, and finally she stalked away into the woods, heading back in the direction of camp.
I breathed a sigh of relief, and it was only then that I realized my hand was still clamped on top of Annabeth’s over her mouth. I pulled back and she took a deep breath, eyeing me and my probably still tomato-colored face.
“You know...” she said slowly, and I glanced up at her, wrinkling my nose and ready to make some comeback if she was going to tell me how red I looked, “I think I have the answer to your problem.”
I blinked. “Huh?”
Annabeth rolled her eyes. “It’s pretty simple really.”
“Oh yeah? And what is it, Wise Girl?” I asked. “What’s this simple answer of yours?”
Annabeth grinned and pushed herself off the ground. “I’ll go with you. Then you’re already taken.” She flipped her blonde ponytail over her shoulder and took off in the same direction as Chloe before I even really had a chance to process what she’d said.
When I finally did, I pushed myself up off the ground, wondering if I should be grateful or confused or embarrassed or angry or what. But ahead of me, Annabeth only waved a hand and called over her shoulder, “Nine PM, Seaweed Brain. Don’t be late!”
More to come later this week!