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dracoqueen22a/n : Good afternoon, folks! Today I have the last of the flash fiction here for your reading convenience. Please enjoy!
For ancientlybroken
Prompt: Wrath(King Bradley) and Zaraki, you can't do that
Fandoms: Bleach and Fullmetal Alchemist (manga-verse). Warnings for language. Spoilers for both fandoms. I didn't manage the prompt part, but getting these two characters to cooperate is good enough for me. *grins*
For kr4nky
Prompt: KyouyaxShinji, afternoon tea, semi-public groping
Fandoms: Bleach and Ouran High School Host Club. Warnings for groping, slash, language
For firegirl0
Prompt: Hawkeye and Komamura
Fandoms: Bleach and Fullmetal Alchemist (any verse). Warnings for implied het.
“Sit.”
Much to his mortification, Sajin finds himself obeying, planting himself firmly down in his chair and staring balefully over his desk, at the petite blond woman whose glare is giving credence to her surname.
“Now,” Hawkeye continues, planting her hands on his desk and leaning forward, unperturbed by his appearance, his height, the fact that if he were standing he could easily loom over her... “It has come to my attention that there is a severe discrepancy between those assigned to their seats and their actual capabilities.”
This is a possibility, one that Sajin has noticed in passing but hasn't had time to correct as of yet. “Yes, but--”
“I'm not finished,” Hawkeye says sharply, and once again, Sajin feels compelled to obey. Why? He has no clue. There's something about her tone of voice that makes him squirm, makes him agree that obeying is in his best interest.
He doesn't even squirm as he inclines his head. “Please continue.”
Nodding sharply, Hawkeye draws in a slow breath and straightens. “As I was saying, there is a discrepancy. It must be fixed as soon as possible. Naturally, I will do it for you as I can't expect anyone to do it as well as myself.”
With those mannerisms, there would be anyone hardpressed not to obey her. Or maybe that's just him? Certainly, Kuchiki doesn't bow in her presence. Though there was that one time...
“Taichou, are you listening to me?”
Sajin's gaze snaps up, focusing again on the blond woman. “Yes, ma'am,” he replies, and then his eyes widen. Ma'am? She's a lower seat, not his subordinate, but still!
Her lips curve into an approving smile. “There's no need for that much formality, Komamura-taichou. But your politeness is appreciated.”
Sajin tries so very hard not to twitch. “Was there anything else?”
At this, Hawkeye's – Riza's – smile shifts more toward a smirk and takes a step forward, helping herself to his desk as she plants herself atop it. “Our business is concluded,” Riza explains, her voice low and throaty. “The rest is personal.”
Sajin's breath hitches; he hopes she locked the door on her way in. “As you wish.” For mistress_pirate
Prompt: Yuuko and Rangiku, “I like the way you think”
Fandoms: xxx-HoLiC and Bleach. Warnings for alcohol use, and mentions of slash.
For ancientlybroken
Prompt: Wrath(King Bradley) and Zaraki, you can't do that
Fandoms: Bleach and Fullmetal Alchemist (manga-verse). Warnings for language. Spoilers for both fandoms. I didn't manage the prompt part, but getting these two characters to cooperate is good enough for me. *grins*
Kenpachi grins, all but trembling with anticipation. It's been such a long time since he's faced a worthy challenge, months since Ichigo vanished after that battle with Aizen. And Kenpachi's been itching for something to prove worthwhile.
How kind of the heavens to drop one damn near into his lap.
“Where is this place?” the man standing across from him demands, bristling with fury, one eye bright and human, the other milky white and monstrous. Otherwise, he looks normal. Burly, middle-aged, wearing formal clothing.
But one hand clutches a sword. And the sight of that sword makes Kenpachi grin from ear to ear. Normal spirits don't arrive with swords. Only the powerful ones do.
Yay for him.
Kenpachi chuckles darkly. “Yer in Soul Society,” he says, slinging his nameless zanpakutou over his shoulder, sharp side out. “Or didn't ya realize ya were dead?”
“Dead?” the stranger repeats, blinking in such a way that only his normal eye shutters its lid. “Oh yes, I do recall.” His one eye narrows. “The other nameless one defeated me.”
Kenpachi arches a brow. “Notice ya got a sword.”
“How astute of you,” the stranger replies in a tone of voice that shows he is only humoring Kenpachi. Clearly, he doesn't think of the Shinigami as a threat.
Kenpachi is eager to prove him wrong. “Know how ta use it?”
At this, the stranger cocks his head to the side, as though trying to see Kenpachi better through his one human eye, and curls of uncontrolled reiatsu start seeping from his body in very familiar ways. “Why?”
Kenpachi's covered eye throbs, and the spirit-sucking patch strains to keep up. “Thought I'd introduce you to the afterlife my way,” he replies, and grins a fang-bearing grin, the sort of bloodlusty, horrific grin that makes some of the lesser Shinigami gibber in their waraji.
The hair-raising sound of a sword sliding from its sheath fills the humid, afternoon air. “If brutality and violence is all I have to look forward to, perhaps this is hell after all,” the stranger comments, but then his eyes flash in a distinct anger, one that underlies his polite exterior. “In that case, I accept your challenge.”
Kenpachi grins. “Sweet.”
How kind of the heavens to drop one damn near into his lap.
“Where is this place?” the man standing across from him demands, bristling with fury, one eye bright and human, the other milky white and monstrous. Otherwise, he looks normal. Burly, middle-aged, wearing formal clothing.
But one hand clutches a sword. And the sight of that sword makes Kenpachi grin from ear to ear. Normal spirits don't arrive with swords. Only the powerful ones do.
Yay for him.
Kenpachi chuckles darkly. “Yer in Soul Society,” he says, slinging his nameless zanpakutou over his shoulder, sharp side out. “Or didn't ya realize ya were dead?”
“Dead?” the stranger repeats, blinking in such a way that only his normal eye shutters its lid. “Oh yes, I do recall.” His one eye narrows. “The other nameless one defeated me.”
Kenpachi arches a brow. “Notice ya got a sword.”
“How astute of you,” the stranger replies in a tone of voice that shows he is only humoring Kenpachi. Clearly, he doesn't think of the Shinigami as a threat.
Kenpachi is eager to prove him wrong. “Know how ta use it?”
At this, the stranger cocks his head to the side, as though trying to see Kenpachi better through his one human eye, and curls of uncontrolled reiatsu start seeping from his body in very familiar ways. “Why?”
Kenpachi's covered eye throbs, and the spirit-sucking patch strains to keep up. “Thought I'd introduce you to the afterlife my way,” he replies, and grins a fang-bearing grin, the sort of bloodlusty, horrific grin that makes some of the lesser Shinigami gibber in their waraji.
The hair-raising sound of a sword sliding from its sheath fills the humid, afternoon air. “If brutality and violence is all I have to look forward to, perhaps this is hell after all,” the stranger comments, but then his eyes flash in a distinct anger, one that underlies his polite exterior. “In that case, I accept your challenge.”
Kenpachi grins. “Sweet.”
Prompt: KyouyaxShinji, afternoon tea, semi-public groping
Fandoms: Bleach and Ouran High School Host Club. Warnings for groping, slash, language
It takes every ounce of his self-control – what little of it he has – to not grin like a fool. It feels like the situation has fallen right into his hands and Shinji is filled with glee.
Kyouya-kun, however, doesn't seem to share his enthusiasm.
“Cease looking at me like that,” he says from behind his tea cup, eyebrow twitching.
“Like what?” Shinji asks with his most wide-eyed, innocent expression.
Lowering his cup, Kyouya-kun fixes Shinji with a stare that would make Byakuya proud. “You know precisely what I'm talking about.”
“You'll have to be more specific,” Shinji says. “I can't read minds.”
Dark eyes glitter with barely concealed irritation. Whether it's because of the footsie Shinji has been engaging him with beneath the table, or Shinji's not so subtle groping, Shinji can't be sure. Likely, it's both of them that Kyouya-kun doesn’t approve of.
Kyouya-kun works his jaw for a long moment. “Remove your hand,” he says tightly.
Shinji grins. “Why?”
“Excuse me,” Kisuke interrupts. “Perhaps you two could... ah... get a room?”
Kyouya-kun's entire body twitches. “That's why,” he near-growls.
“Like having an audience has stopped me before,” Shinji scoffs.
On the other side of the table, Ichigo groans, his forehead hitting the polished surface with a solid thunk. “TMI, Shinji,” he mutters, flushing red to the tips of his ears. “So, yeah, get a room. Before Ootori wallops you over the head.”
“I'd pay to see that.” Kisuke grins.
“I'm here for business,” Kyouya-kun reminds all of them, lips pressing firmly together.
“Oh, is that what they're calling it these days?” Kisuke asks cheekily.
Shinji smirks. “Don't let him fool ya,” he replies, unashamedly squeezing Kyouya-kun's thigh and relishing in the glare immediately tossed his direction. “He likes it.”
“Hardly,” Kyouya-kun sniffs, but the slight shudder to his frame proves his words a lie. Shinji, for his part, considers this a rousing success.
Kyouya-kun, however, doesn't seem to share his enthusiasm.
“Cease looking at me like that,” he says from behind his tea cup, eyebrow twitching.
“Like what?” Shinji asks with his most wide-eyed, innocent expression.
Lowering his cup, Kyouya-kun fixes Shinji with a stare that would make Byakuya proud. “You know precisely what I'm talking about.”
“You'll have to be more specific,” Shinji says. “I can't read minds.”
Dark eyes glitter with barely concealed irritation. Whether it's because of the footsie Shinji has been engaging him with beneath the table, or Shinji's not so subtle groping, Shinji can't be sure. Likely, it's both of them that Kyouya-kun doesn’t approve of.
Kyouya-kun works his jaw for a long moment. “Remove your hand,” he says tightly.
Shinji grins. “Why?”
“Excuse me,” Kisuke interrupts. “Perhaps you two could... ah... get a room?”
Kyouya-kun's entire body twitches. “That's why,” he near-growls.
“Like having an audience has stopped me before,” Shinji scoffs.
On the other side of the table, Ichigo groans, his forehead hitting the polished surface with a solid thunk. “TMI, Shinji,” he mutters, flushing red to the tips of his ears. “So, yeah, get a room. Before Ootori wallops you over the head.”
“I'd pay to see that.” Kisuke grins.
“I'm here for business,” Kyouya-kun reminds all of them, lips pressing firmly together.
“Oh, is that what they're calling it these days?” Kisuke asks cheekily.
Shinji smirks. “Don't let him fool ya,” he replies, unashamedly squeezing Kyouya-kun's thigh and relishing in the glare immediately tossed his direction. “He likes it.”
“Hardly,” Kyouya-kun sniffs, but the slight shudder to his frame proves his words a lie. Shinji, for his part, considers this a rousing success.
Prompt: Hawkeye and Komamura
Fandoms: Bleach and Fullmetal Alchemist (any verse). Warnings for implied het.
“Sit.”
Much to his mortification, Sajin finds himself obeying, planting himself firmly down in his chair and staring balefully over his desk, at the petite blond woman whose glare is giving credence to her surname.
“Now,” Hawkeye continues, planting her hands on his desk and leaning forward, unperturbed by his appearance, his height, the fact that if he were standing he could easily loom over her... “It has come to my attention that there is a severe discrepancy between those assigned to their seats and their actual capabilities.”
This is a possibility, one that Sajin has noticed in passing but hasn't had time to correct as of yet. “Yes, but--”
“I'm not finished,” Hawkeye says sharply, and once again, Sajin feels compelled to obey. Why? He has no clue. There's something about her tone of voice that makes him squirm, makes him agree that obeying is in his best interest.
He doesn't even squirm as he inclines his head. “Please continue.”
Nodding sharply, Hawkeye draws in a slow breath and straightens. “As I was saying, there is a discrepancy. It must be fixed as soon as possible. Naturally, I will do it for you as I can't expect anyone to do it as well as myself.”
With those mannerisms, there would be anyone hardpressed not to obey her. Or maybe that's just him? Certainly, Kuchiki doesn't bow in her presence. Though there was that one time...
“Taichou, are you listening to me?”
Sajin's gaze snaps up, focusing again on the blond woman. “Yes, ma'am,” he replies, and then his eyes widen. Ma'am? She's a lower seat, not his subordinate, but still!
Her lips curve into an approving smile. “There's no need for that much formality, Komamura-taichou. But your politeness is appreciated.”
Sajin tries so very hard not to twitch. “Was there anything else?”
At this, Hawkeye's – Riza's – smile shifts more toward a smirk and takes a step forward, helping herself to his desk as she plants herself atop it. “Our business is concluded,” Riza explains, her voice low and throaty. “The rest is personal.”
Sajin's breath hitches; he hopes she locked the door on her way in. “As you wish.”
Prompt: Yuuko and Rangiku, “I like the way you think”
Fandoms: xxx-HoLiC and Bleach. Warnings for alcohol use, and mentions of slash.
“Dear Rangiku, it's been too long.” Rising elegantly from her couch, Yuuko wraps Rangiku in a warm embrace and kisses her cheek in greeting.
Rangiku returns the gesture. “How true. Three months is it?”
“Feels like longer, considering the dearth of good liquor and entertainment around here.”
Laughing, the Shinigami lowers herself to a plush arrangement of pillows. “I thought Watanuki provided both in abundance?”
Yuuko waves a hand through the air. “Entertainment, yes. Liquor? Only when Doumeki visits, which is too few.”
“Doumeki?” Rangiku taps her chin with two fingers. “He's...?”
“Watanuki's newest distraction.” Yuuko's lips curve in a very foxlike manner.
Rangiku is intrigued. “Do tell.”
“Pour me some of your sake and I shall,” Yuuko says and settles comfortably on her couch, reclined as always. “They are an interesting pair, you know. Watanuki's so stubborn. He never likes to admit when he needs help.”
“So you provide it for him.”
“Of course.” Yuuko's smile is positively wicked. “Doumeki is charming. You'd like him. And he makes Watanuki splutter in the most amusing ways.”
Rangiku contemplates this as she sips at her sake. “And he has the best liquor, you say?”
“Aside from what you bring me.”
This time, Rangiku is the one whose smile widens. “Then by all means, call him up. I want to meet him.”
Yuuko chuckles. “For the liquor?”
“For the chance to see Watanuki flail about,” Rangiku corrects.
“I like the way you think,” Yuuko says with a laugh. “I knew there was a reason we get along so well.”
Rangiku lifts her cup in salutation. “Great minds think alike.”
a/n: Ah. These were great fun. I also have another, slightly longer crossover coming soon. Sometime this week. Huzzah!
Rangiku returns the gesture. “How true. Three months is it?”
“Feels like longer, considering the dearth of good liquor and entertainment around here.”
Laughing, the Shinigami lowers herself to a plush arrangement of pillows. “I thought Watanuki provided both in abundance?”
Yuuko waves a hand through the air. “Entertainment, yes. Liquor? Only when Doumeki visits, which is too few.”
“Doumeki?” Rangiku taps her chin with two fingers. “He's...?”
“Watanuki's newest distraction.” Yuuko's lips curve in a very foxlike manner.
Rangiku is intrigued. “Do tell.”
“Pour me some of your sake and I shall,” Yuuko says and settles comfortably on her couch, reclined as always. “They are an interesting pair, you know. Watanuki's so stubborn. He never likes to admit when he needs help.”
“So you provide it for him.”
“Of course.” Yuuko's smile is positively wicked. “Doumeki is charming. You'd like him. And he makes Watanuki splutter in the most amusing ways.”
Rangiku contemplates this as she sips at her sake. “And he has the best liquor, you say?”
“Aside from what you bring me.”
This time, Rangiku is the one whose smile widens. “Then by all means, call him up. I want to meet him.”
Yuuko chuckles. “For the liquor?”
“For the chance to see Watanuki flail about,” Rangiku corrects.
“I like the way you think,” Yuuko says with a laugh. “I knew there was a reason we get along so well.”
Rangiku lifts her cup in salutation. “Great minds think alike.”
a/n: Ah. These were great fun. I also have another, slightly longer crossover coming soon. Sometime this week. Huzzah!
