Flash Fiction Fills (Take 28) Part Two
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dracoqueen22a/n: And so it begins. My new position is already affecting my writing time. Two days and no update? I am thus ashamed. *sigh*
Well, here's two more flash fiction. I shall get the last up as soon as I can.
For hockeyiris
Prompt: Kyouya/Twins, thunderstorm
Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club. Warnings for implied slash, implied twincest, nudity
For mistress_pirate
Prompt: Superman/Batman, Alfred's POV, he's good for you
Fandom: Justice League. Warnings: implied slash
a/n: I don't know when, I don't know how, but I do, eventually, plan to update stuff in the future. Believe it or not, I've gotten some work done on Wolf in the Fold and I've got a long oneshot Transformers fic I am writing for a competition coming out in the next week or so as soon as I finish it.
Hope you enjoyed the flash fiction!
Well, here's two more flash fiction. I shall get the last up as soon as I can.
For hockeyiris
Prompt: Kyouya/Twins, thunderstorm
Fandom: Ouran High School Host Club. Warnings for implied slash, implied twincest, nudity
Haruhi might fear thunderstorms, but Kyouya actually enjoyed them. Anticipated them even.
He opened his balcony doors wide, stepping out into the wet, noisy night. Wind and rain whipped across his face, pelting the bared skin of his chest. It was cold and wet; his skin pimpled. The thunder rolled directly overhead, echoing through his body and in his chest. Kyouya closed his eyes, feeling it rumble straight through him.
Lightning flashed beyond his eyelids. The wind howled. The danger was there, prickling across his skin. Sometimes, it was the only way he felt alive.
Warm arms encircled him from behind, a body pressing against him. Lips grazed a heated path over chilled flesh.
It's that element of danger, Kyouya supposed, that drew him to the Hitachiin twins as well.
Teasing palms skirted down his abdomen, resting over the hem of his shorts. “You going to stay out here all night?” Kaoru purred, or at least Kyouya believed it to be Kaoru. He had a slightly deeper voice, harder to pick out with the rumbling thunder.
“I was considering it,” Kyouya replied, opening his eyes and looking out at the storm-tossed seas. Hmm. Which action to take? Enjoy the weather or enjoy what was surely waiting for him within his room.
“He says we're not enticing enough, Hikaru,” Kaoru called over his shoulder. “How insulting.”
Kyouya was not one to be swayed by such demonstrable reverse psychology.
A silky chuckle from the doorway behind Kyouya announced Hikaru's presence. He could just imagine the other twin leaning against the frame, all languid sensuality. “Kyouya-senpai's sulking is what it is. C'mon, Kaoru. We don't need him to have fun.”
Kyouya was also not one to be swayed by petty jabs at his pride.
Laughing, and nipping a parting kiss at the back of Kyouya's shoulder, Kaoru drew away, and took the warmth of his body with him. “Mmm. So you say, Hikaru.”
No, Kyouya was not one to be swayed by their obvious manipulations.
He was, however, one to be convinced by the prospect of curling up in a king-sized bed with warm, twin terrors while lightning flashed overhead. Kyouya wisely went inside.
He opened his balcony doors wide, stepping out into the wet, noisy night. Wind and rain whipped across his face, pelting the bared skin of his chest. It was cold and wet; his skin pimpled. The thunder rolled directly overhead, echoing through his body and in his chest. Kyouya closed his eyes, feeling it rumble straight through him.
Lightning flashed beyond his eyelids. The wind howled. The danger was there, prickling across his skin. Sometimes, it was the only way he felt alive.
Warm arms encircled him from behind, a body pressing against him. Lips grazed a heated path over chilled flesh.
It's that element of danger, Kyouya supposed, that drew him to the Hitachiin twins as well.
Teasing palms skirted down his abdomen, resting over the hem of his shorts. “You going to stay out here all night?” Kaoru purred, or at least Kyouya believed it to be Kaoru. He had a slightly deeper voice, harder to pick out with the rumbling thunder.
“I was considering it,” Kyouya replied, opening his eyes and looking out at the storm-tossed seas. Hmm. Which action to take? Enjoy the weather or enjoy what was surely waiting for him within his room.
“He says we're not enticing enough, Hikaru,” Kaoru called over his shoulder. “How insulting.”
Kyouya was not one to be swayed by such demonstrable reverse psychology.
A silky chuckle from the doorway behind Kyouya announced Hikaru's presence. He could just imagine the other twin leaning against the frame, all languid sensuality. “Kyouya-senpai's sulking is what it is. C'mon, Kaoru. We don't need him to have fun.”
Kyouya was also not one to be swayed by petty jabs at his pride.
Laughing, and nipping a parting kiss at the back of Kyouya's shoulder, Kaoru drew away, and took the warmth of his body with him. “Mmm. So you say, Hikaru.”
No, Kyouya was not one to be swayed by their obvious manipulations.
He was, however, one to be convinced by the prospect of curling up in a king-sized bed with warm, twin terrors while lightning flashed overhead. Kyouya wisely went inside.
For mistress_pirate
Prompt: Superman/Batman, Alfred's POV, he's good for you
Fandom: Justice League. Warnings: implied slash
He finds Master Bruce in the study, staring up at the portrait of his parents. To anyone else, his expression would be closed off, unreadable. But Alfred has helped raise this child from a little, lost boy to the grown man he is today.
He can see Master Bruce's pain and uncertainty. The constant self-doubt. The worry he's making all the wrong choices.
Alfred stays quiet, but he is not trained. Master Bruce knew the moment he entered the room.
“I've been standing here for an hour trying to guess what they would say,” Master Bruce says softly, his words easily carrying to Alfred's ears.
Ah. Alfred understands now.
“It is my opinion that parents only ever want one thing: for their children to be happy.”
“Would they approve?”
The root of the issue then. “Are you happy, Master Bruce?”
There's a weighty pause and Master Bruce's gaze lowers, his shoulders shifting out of their high hold. “Yes.”
Alfred smiles at such a frank admission. “Then yes. I've known your father since he was just a boy and I can assure you, he'd approve. I knew your mother slightly less, but I am certain she would feel the same.”
Some of the visible tension in the room lifts. “The world will see things differently.”
“The world doesn't bear your burdens, Master Bruce.”
A thoughtful silence takes over. He can tell that Master Bruce is mulling this over, no doubt weighing and debating costs and consequences and benefits. In so many ways, he is too practical, especially for a situation that first requires heart.
“If I may be so bold, sir,” Alfred finally begins, “He's good for you. And that is all that matters to me.”
Master Bruce finally turns toward him, a twitch of a smile on his lips. “You always know what to say, Alfred.”
“Not always,” Alfred replies with a smile of his own. “But I try.”
He can see Master Bruce's pain and uncertainty. The constant self-doubt. The worry he's making all the wrong choices.
Alfred stays quiet, but he is not trained. Master Bruce knew the moment he entered the room.
“I've been standing here for an hour trying to guess what they would say,” Master Bruce says softly, his words easily carrying to Alfred's ears.
Ah. Alfred understands now.
“It is my opinion that parents only ever want one thing: for their children to be happy.”
“Would they approve?”
The root of the issue then. “Are you happy, Master Bruce?”
There's a weighty pause and Master Bruce's gaze lowers, his shoulders shifting out of their high hold. “Yes.”
Alfred smiles at such a frank admission. “Then yes. I've known your father since he was just a boy and I can assure you, he'd approve. I knew your mother slightly less, but I am certain she would feel the same.”
Some of the visible tension in the room lifts. “The world will see things differently.”
“The world doesn't bear your burdens, Master Bruce.”
A thoughtful silence takes over. He can tell that Master Bruce is mulling this over, no doubt weighing and debating costs and consequences and benefits. In so many ways, he is too practical, especially for a situation that first requires heart.
“If I may be so bold, sir,” Alfred finally begins, “He's good for you. And that is all that matters to me.”
Master Bruce finally turns toward him, a twitch of a smile on his lips. “You always know what to say, Alfred.”
“Not always,” Alfred replies with a smile of his own. “But I try.”
a/n: I don't know when, I don't know how, but I do, eventually, plan to update stuff in the future. Believe it or not, I've gotten some work done on Wolf in the Fold and I've got a long oneshot Transformers fic I am writing for a competition coming out in the next week or so as soon as I finish it.
Hope you enjoyed the flash fiction!
