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dracoqueen22Though not really a true meme. I saw this on someone's fanfiction that they wrote like three years ago. It sounded intriguing so I decided to give it a try on my own. According to their fic, they randomly picked ten songs from their music archive and wrote while each song played, stopping as soon as the song was over, even if it was mid-sentence.
Well, I followed those rules for the most part. All I did to these ten short, short fics was clean up the grammar a bit and finish any incomplete sentences. However, I didn't finish the actual fic so some of these might leave ya hanging. They are also a variety of ratings -- from G/K+ to NC-17/M. Also, those based on original fiction aren't necessarily canon. Just keep that in mind.
I'm rather surprised by the songs I ended up with. I thought there would be a lot more rock (for all the rock I have in my arsenal). Still, please enjoy!
Uryuu looks angry, his face pinched with stress, the words spoken between them less than a quarter of an hour ago still hanging in the air like a stale odor.
“You want help with that?” Ichigo asks, surprising himself with his snide tone.
Uryuu pauses, hand in his bag, and looks over his shoulder. Blue eyes narrowed and stormy. “That eager to see me leave, Kurosaki?”
Back to formality, is it? Ichigo should have seen this coming. “I wouldn't call it that. But since you're in such a hurry to escape, I figure I should help you do that.”
“Don't do me any favors,” Uryuu snorts. “You never bothered before.” And he turns back to his bag, shoving clothes and toiletries into it. His fingers skim over the picture on the nightstand, hesitating, before he reaches over it for the book that he reads every night before they go to sleep.
Well, not anymore. Because Uryuu's leaving and Ichigo's not begging him to stay.
Sander hisses and tosses him an amused look. “Sore loser, Cole, dear?” he asks smartly, and leans to the side as he revs the motor and onscreen, his car pulls ahead of Jasper's.
Damn, but Jasper should hve known it was a bad idea to play a game against Sander. If there's anyone who spends too much damn time on their computer it's Sander. No doubt he's got all the little cheat codes and tricks to win the game without breaking a sweat.
Jasper, meanwhile, finds himself cutting a corner too hard, wiping out and plunging grill first into a giant mound of dirt.
Sander's car whips past him, cheerfully pelting toward the finish line and winning for the fourth time that evening.
Jasper sighs and throws up his hands, tossing away the controller. He gives up.
It's too damn dark in his room. He wants to get up, turn on a light or something, save for the fact it'd make him feel like a child again. He's older than this. He shouldn't need mommy to tuck him in at night.
Even so, his mother would be a welcome comfort right now.
His bedroom door opens, spilling in the weak light from the living room around the corner. Ethan knows it's Jaiden; it has to be. At least he has enough sense not to blind Ethan with the hall light.
Ethan closes his eyes, pretends he's asleep. But of course, Jaiden is not fooled.
The bed sags as the aerokinetic sits behind him. “You okay?”
“Yes,” Ethan lies. It feels like a weakness to admit anything else. He's a man, not a cowering, terrified creature. He's seen movies and video games and TV shows. Death should not be that much of a stranger to him.
Except that it is. And he's already sick of it. He can still feel the gumminess on his skin, despite the scalding shower.
He's a bit adorable like this, Kieran thinks to himself. There's even a streak of dirt on Azriel's cheek, like he's adopted some of Kieran's more carefree traits.
In fact, as Kieran watches, Azriel leans back on his heels and swipes the back of his hand over his face, smearing the dirt into his sweat and making the streak turn into mud. Kieran chuckles, which invites Azriel's attention his direction.
“When did you get here?” Azriel asks, looking a bit embarrassed.
Kieran waves a hand of dismissal. “A few minutes ago. Miss Neorah let me in.”
“Of course she did,” Azriel replies with a sigh, shaking his head. “I swear she's adopted you or something similar.”
“How could she resist?” Kieran says cheekily and smiles, planting his chin on his palm, his elbow on the sill. “I'd offer to help but frankly, it's way too hot out there.”
Azriel's lips curve into a grin. “I hadn't noticed,” he jokes. “Though I daresay some hard work would do you some good.”
Tears burn at the back of her eyes, but Ione holds them back. Malcolm wouldn't have wanted her to cry. He'd have told her to keep her chin up. That everything would be okay.
Except that it won't. Because he's not here anymore. Because Grayshire killed him.
They'll pay for that. They'll burn if Ione has her way.
Her fingers tighten around Malcolm's. Behind her, Gale is silent, his expression betraying his own sadness.
She loves Malcolm. Maybe not like she loves Gale. But still, she loves Malcolm. He is her best friend, and always will be.
Ione kisses the cold hand in hers, head bowed, and prays to a goddess she doesn't believe in.
Grayshire will pay.
Behind her, trails Renji, Shuuhei, and Izuru – her own personal pack mules. They complain. In fact, they've been complaining all afternoon.
Che. It's not her fault that she can outdrink them all. Nor is it her fault that they consider this a mark against their manly pride. Nor that they let their manly pride goad them into a bet they couldn't possibly win.
Thus, Rangiku has her pack mules. Thus, the men have their humiliation.
It's all a winning situation for Rangiku in the end.
She grins, adjusts her sunglasses, and makes an abrupt turn off the sidewalk and into a new store. “Oh, look, boys!” she says with a ridiculous smirk and a chuckle. “Victoria's Secret. My favorite!”
There is a collective series of groans behind her, and Izuru turns such a pretty pink shade that Rangiku's tempted to make worse. Hmm. Come to think of it, each of her pack mules would look pretty in shades of lace wouldn't they?
Rangiku laughs evilly.
Sander chuckles, the dark sound a whisper against the back of Jasper's neck. Hands drag down Jasper's side, a light caress that only serves to amp his arousal higher.
“I thought you'd have more stamina than this,” Sander teases, lips curling around to mouth Jasper's ear, draw them into their wicked heat.
Jasper moans, body simultaneously arching forward and pressing back. Forward into the fingers curling around his cock, back against the hot body that's just as sweaty as his own, sliding together in a teasing bit of friction.
“I'll have all the stamina you want later,” Jasper gasps out, fingers curling into fists, wishing he hadn't agreed to let Sander tie them above his head. If he hadn't, he could at least return the favor.
But he can't. He's a slave to Sander's whims right now. And Sander's always been a demon in human's clothing.
That's impossible. Gale knows this. But he can feel it all the same.
Aether curls into the air, a heavy cloak of power and anticipation. It feels familiar and friendly, it feels like family and home to Gale.
Ione's not by his side, but he knows she's here. His aether calls to hers, and at the distant, but warm touch of Ione's aether, a bit of Gale's tension eases out.
Kieran's here, too. And Sabriel. Malcolm. Azriel on the inside. Dozens more of their friends and allies and family, just waiting for the signal, for the moment to put an end to this war.
Gale crouches in the shadows of a tree in full bloom, the sun shining down brightly, and thinks that this couldn't be a better day to tear Grayshire down. No one could have asked for better weather to end this farce of a city.
Seiji has more self control than that. He can lose himself to the music and the beat, to the anonymity and the alcohol coursing in his all-too-human blood. His thoughts are already a bit dizzy, and the world is grey on the edges, but it's wonderful. It's freeing. It's everything but thinking about the shit he doesn't want to remember.
Someone eyes him nearby. He's got smoky eyes, a dark expression. He looks like he wants to eat Seiji alive.
Seiji licks his lips, tilts his head in gesture of invitation. And tall, dark and handsome invites himself over. He moves slinky, like a panther, and his arm winds around Seiji's waist, molding their bodies together. They pulse and writhe and twist to the music.
He's already hard. Maybe it's the alcohol. Maybe it's to spite Malaika and her desire to make him feel human. Maybe Seiji doesn't need a reason or rationality.
Maybe, just once, he's going to let go. Maybe, if he's lucky he can forget about the truth.
That's a hell of a lot of maybes.
He can feel the magic brimming inside of him. He can feel the expectations on his shoulders. He can feel Lord Deham's eyes on him – his father's eyes, something inside of him whispers. Janus ruthlessly pins that part of him down.
He cannot acknowledge Lord Deham. Not here. Not anymore. He must guard that secret, just like he must guard all the others.
Janus climbs the dais, feeling the eyes of over a hundred people watching him, and he doesn't miss a step. Doesn't falter, doesn't hesitate.
King Brennus is watching him, too. He smiles like Janus were his own son. He looks proud, but also a bit cautious. And why not? For someone as young as Janus to have so much power, it is a terrifying thing. Che, at least King Brennus doesn't have to live with the nightmares.
a/n: And that's all for today. Hopefully you enjoyed these tiny little fics. I may do this again sometime. It was quite fun.
Well, I followed those rules for the most part. All I did to these ten short, short fics was clean up the grammar a bit and finish any incomplete sentences. However, I didn't finish the actual fic so some of these might leave ya hanging. They are also a variety of ratings -- from G/K+ to NC-17/M. Also, those based on original fiction aren't necessarily canon. Just keep that in mind.
I'm rather surprised by the songs I ended up with. I thought there would be a lot more rock (for all the rock I have in my arsenal). Still, please enjoy!
Don't Turn Around – Ace of Base
Bleach – Ichigo and Uryuu
He leans against the doorframe, arms folded over his chest, watching as Uryuu throws his stuff into his bag with little of the organization and care that the Quincy would normally use. Ichigo knows that he should be angry, or upset, or disappointed, or hell, all of the above. But really, all he feels is numb. Bleach – Ichigo and Uryuu
Uryuu looks angry, his face pinched with stress, the words spoken between them less than a quarter of an hour ago still hanging in the air like a stale odor.
“You want help with that?” Ichigo asks, surprising himself with his snide tone.
Uryuu pauses, hand in his bag, and looks over his shoulder. Blue eyes narrowed and stormy. “That eager to see me leave, Kurosaki?”
Back to formality, is it? Ichigo should have seen this coming. “I wouldn't call it that. But since you're in such a hurry to escape, I figure I should help you do that.”
“Don't do me any favors,” Uryuu snorts. “You never bothered before.” And he turns back to his bag, shoving clothes and toiletries into it. His fingers skim over the picture on the nightstand, hesitating, before he reaches over it for the book that he reads every night before they go to sleep.
Well, not anymore. Because Uryuu's leaving and Ichigo's not begging him to stay.
Things Running from Me – Cast in Bronze
Shady Hill – Jasper and Sander
“No! Don't!” Jasper growls and lashes out with an elbow, catching Sander in the side with a rough jab. “Damn you!” Shady Hill – Jasper and Sander
Sander hisses and tosses him an amused look. “Sore loser, Cole, dear?” he asks smartly, and leans to the side as he revs the motor and onscreen, his car pulls ahead of Jasper's.
Damn, but Jasper should hve known it was a bad idea to play a game against Sander. If there's anyone who spends too much damn time on their computer it's Sander. No doubt he's got all the little cheat codes and tricks to win the game without breaking a sweat.
Jasper, meanwhile, finds himself cutting a corner too hard, wiping out and plunging grill first into a giant mound of dirt.
Sander's car whips past him, cheerfully pelting toward the finish line and winning for the fourth time that evening.
Jasper sighs and throws up his hands, tossing away the controller. He gives up.
“Into the Nothing,” Breaking Benjamin
Synesthesia – Ethan and Jaiden
Ethan's shaking. He can't seem to stop shaking. Every time he closes his eyes, he smells and tastes blood. Every time he so much as breathes, he swears he can still hear death throes screeching in his ears. He can hear that bitch's laughter, over and over, and it makes him shudder. Makes him twitch with disgust. Synesthesia – Ethan and Jaiden
It's too damn dark in his room. He wants to get up, turn on a light or something, save for the fact it'd make him feel like a child again. He's older than this. He shouldn't need mommy to tuck him in at night.
Even so, his mother would be a welcome comfort right now.
His bedroom door opens, spilling in the weak light from the living room around the corner. Ethan knows it's Jaiden; it has to be. At least he has enough sense not to blind Ethan with the hall light.
Ethan closes his eyes, pretends he's asleep. But of course, Jaiden is not fooled.
The bed sags as the aerokinetic sits behind him. “You okay?”
“Yes,” Ethan lies. It feels like a weakness to admit anything else. He's a man, not a cowering, terrified creature. He's seen movies and video games and TV shows. Death should not be that much of a stranger to him.
Except that it is. And he's already sick of it. He can still feel the gumminess on his skin, despite the scalding shower.
Tattoo – Jordin Sparks
The Break of Day (Infinity's End) – Kieran and Azriel
Kieran feels a smile curl his lips as he leans out the window and watches Azriel in the garden. He's not doing anything special, just pulling weeds and looking perfectly content to do so. Frankly, Kieran's never seen anyone look happy to be kneeling in dirt, pulling out weeds under the midday sun. But then, maybe this is one of the ways that Azriel relaxes. Who knows? The Break of Day (Infinity's End) – Kieran and Azriel
He's a bit adorable like this, Kieran thinks to himself. There's even a streak of dirt on Azriel's cheek, like he's adopted some of Kieran's more carefree traits.
In fact, as Kieran watches, Azriel leans back on his heels and swipes the back of his hand over his face, smearing the dirt into his sweat and making the streak turn into mud. Kieran chuckles, which invites Azriel's attention his direction.
“When did you get here?” Azriel asks, looking a bit embarrassed.
Kieran waves a hand of dismissal. “A few minutes ago. Miss Neorah let me in.”
“Of course she did,” Azriel replies with a sigh, shaking his head. “I swear she's adopted you or something similar.”
“How could she resist?” Kieran says cheekily and smiles, planting his chin on his palm, his elbow on the sill. “I'd offer to help but frankly, it's way too hot out there.”
Azriel's lips curve into a grin. “I hadn't noticed,” he jokes. “Though I daresay some hard work would do you some good.”
If You Are My Love – Kajiura Yuki (Tsubasa Chronicles OST)
Infinity's End – Ione and Malcolm (background Gale)
She clutches the cold hand in hers, wishing she didn't have to let go, wishing this weren't the last time. Wishing she didn't have to say goodbye like this. Infinity's End – Ione and Malcolm (background Gale)
Tears burn at the back of her eyes, but Ione holds them back. Malcolm wouldn't have wanted her to cry. He'd have told her to keep her chin up. That everything would be okay.
Except that it won't. Because he's not here anymore. Because Grayshire killed him.
They'll pay for that. They'll burn if Ione has her way.
Her fingers tighten around Malcolm's. Behind her, Gale is silent, his expression betraying his own sadness.
She loves Malcolm. Maybe not like she loves Gale. But still, she loves Malcolm. He is her best friend, and always will be.
Ione kisses the cold hand in hers, head bowed, and prays to a goddess she doesn't believe in.
Grayshire will pay.
Boysboysboys – Lady Gaga
Bleach – Rangiku, Shuuhei, Izuru and Renji
Rangiku leads the pack, sunglasses perched jauntily on her nose, arms loaded down with a shopping bag or two. Bleach – Rangiku, Shuuhei, Izuru and Renji
Behind her, trails Renji, Shuuhei, and Izuru – her own personal pack mules. They complain. In fact, they've been complaining all afternoon.
Che. It's not her fault that she can outdrink them all. Nor is it her fault that they consider this a mark against their manly pride. Nor that they let their manly pride goad them into a bet they couldn't possibly win.
Thus, Rangiku has her pack mules. Thus, the men have their humiliation.
It's all a winning situation for Rangiku in the end.
She grins, adjusts her sunglasses, and makes an abrupt turn off the sidewalk and into a new store. “Oh, look, boys!” she says with a ridiculous smirk and a chuckle. “Victoria's Secret. My favorite!”
There is a collective series of groans behind her, and Izuru turns such a pretty pink shade that Rangiku's tempted to make worse. Hmm. Come to think of it, each of her pack mules would look pretty in shades of lace wouldn't they?
Rangiku laughs evilly.
Let Me Come and Let Me Go – ATC
Shady Hill – Jasper and Sander
Jasper gasps, begging for relief. Begging for anything to ease the coiling tension inside of him, the heat dancing down his spine. And he's not even the fire alter. Shady Hill – Jasper and Sander
Sander chuckles, the dark sound a whisper against the back of Jasper's neck. Hands drag down Jasper's side, a light caress that only serves to amp his arousal higher.
“I thought you'd have more stamina than this,” Sander teases, lips curling around to mouth Jasper's ear, draw them into their wicked heat.
Jasper moans, body simultaneously arching forward and pressing back. Forward into the fingers curling around his cock, back against the hot body that's just as sweaty as his own, sliding together in a teasing bit of friction.
“I'll have all the stamina you want later,” Jasper gasps out, fingers curling into fists, wishing he hadn't agreed to let Sander tie them above his head. If he hadn't, he could at least return the favor.
But he can't. He's a slave to Sander's whims right now. And Sander's always been a demon in human's clothing.
Are We the Waiting – Green Day
Infinity's End series – Gale
Gale is tense. He's not the only one, of course. They all are tense. He can feel it rising from their forces as though they were all mentally linked. Infinity's End series – Gale
That's impossible. Gale knows this. But he can feel it all the same.
Aether curls into the air, a heavy cloak of power and anticipation. It feels familiar and friendly, it feels like family and home to Gale.
Ione's not by his side, but he knows she's here. His aether calls to hers, and at the distant, but warm touch of Ione's aether, a bit of Gale's tension eases out.
Kieran's here, too. And Sabriel. Malcolm. Azriel on the inside. Dozens more of their friends and allies and family, just waiting for the signal, for the moment to put an end to this war.
Gale crouches in the shadows of a tree in full bloom, the sun shining down brightly, and thinks that this couldn't be a better day to tear Grayshire down. No one could have asked for better weather to end this farce of a city.
Come on Over – Christina Aguilera
Fallen Angel, Fallen God – Seiji
The lights flash, speckling over the dance floor, in a multitude of colors. They paint the crowd in shades of the rainbow, dancing over glitter-soaked bodies and sweat-streaked skin. There's a lot of that here, flesh bared everywhere, enough to make a man go crazy. Fallen Angel, Fallen God – Seiji
Seiji has more self control than that. He can lose himself to the music and the beat, to the anonymity and the alcohol coursing in his all-too-human blood. His thoughts are already a bit dizzy, and the world is grey on the edges, but it's wonderful. It's freeing. It's everything but thinking about the shit he doesn't want to remember.
Someone eyes him nearby. He's got smoky eyes, a dark expression. He looks like he wants to eat Seiji alive.
Seiji licks his lips, tilts his head in gesture of invitation. And tall, dark and handsome invites himself over. He moves slinky, like a panther, and his arm winds around Seiji's waist, molding their bodies together. They pulse and writhe and twist to the music.
He's already hard. Maybe it's the alcohol. Maybe it's to spite Malaika and her desire to make him feel human. Maybe Seiji doesn't need a reason or rationality.
Maybe, just once, he's going to let go. Maybe, if he's lucky he can forget about the truth.
That's a hell of a lot of maybes.
Coronation – Harry Gregson Williams
The Requiem of Janus – Janus and Alcaeus
Janus finds himself oddly relaxed. He's the youngest to ever take this position, but he's not nervous. He's not stumbling or stuttering or afraid. The Requiem of Janus – Janus and Alcaeus
He can feel the magic brimming inside of him. He can feel the expectations on his shoulders. He can feel Lord Deham's eyes on him – his father's eyes, something inside of him whispers. Janus ruthlessly pins that part of him down.
He cannot acknowledge Lord Deham. Not here. Not anymore. He must guard that secret, just like he must guard all the others.
Janus climbs the dais, feeling the eyes of over a hundred people watching him, and he doesn't miss a step. Doesn't falter, doesn't hesitate.
King Brennus is watching him, too. He smiles like Janus were his own son. He looks proud, but also a bit cautious. And why not? For someone as young as Janus to have so much power, it is a terrifying thing. Che, at least King Brennus doesn't have to live with the nightmares.
a/n: And that's all for today. Hopefully you enjoyed these tiny little fics. I may do this again sometime. It was quite fun.
