Flash Fiction (Take Six - Part One)
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dracoqueen22a/n: This is the first of the requested fics that I managed to complete. I do hope you enjoy! Oh, and remember, these haven't seen so much as a beta's eye so be wary of the errors~
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rionarch
Prompt: Sokka and Ty Lee's White Lotus Order induction
Sokka, Ty Lee, Suki and Iroh are characters from the Nickelodeon show Avatar: The Last Airbender. No warnings.
“Have I mentioned how adorable you look in your new uniform?” Ty Lee says in what she probably thinks is a whisper but Sokka is sure that everyone in the dedication room, along with the entire Earth Kingdom, heard her anyway.
He resists the urge to facepalm, folds his hands behind his back, and thinks very mature and responsible thoughts. Thoughts that do not include whispering compliments to his fellow inductee in the middle of their induction ceremony.
“So I noticed how you didn't come with Suki today...”
Sokka grits his teeth. That is a matter which is still a point of contention for him.
“Does that mean you're single?”
“No,” Sokka says through a clenched jaw, a low hiss that he hopes goes no further than the two of them. “For your information, we are on a break.”
Ty Lee tilts her head to the side, lips forming into a moue of confusion. “Does that mean you're free to see other people?”
Sokka wants to shout a definitive negative, but he distinctly remember Suki saying that the point of the break is to see if they would be more interested in someone else.
“Because, you know, I'll bet Suki is seeing other guys,” Ty Lee says, and with her hands clasped behind her back, she swings her body toward him, her smile bright and sparkling.
He opens his mouth, ready for another snarky retort, when a shadow falls over both young adults. Sokka looks up, reddens, realizing he hasn't paid the slightest bit of attention to the ceremony. For that matter, neither has Ty Lee.
Sokka looks up at Iroh and grins uneasily. “Umm... yes?” he says, both a statement and a question, hoping that they are all looking at him because they want an answer.
Someone in the background giggles. Sokka's sure that it was Katara.
Iroh, instead of looking thunderously angry, just grins in that amused way of his and winks at Sokka. “The perfect answer,” he says, and lifts his arms, encouraging everyone to clap.
Sokka breathes a sigh of relief, and for once, even Ty Lee's giggling annoys him. In fact, there's something just a bit charming about that sparkle in her eyes.
Suki, eat your heart out.
Forhockeyiris
Prompt: ShirosakixShuuhei, “Hurricane,” 30 Seconds to Mars, NSFW
Shuuhei and Shirosaki are characters from the anime/manga Bleach by Tite Kubo. NSFW. Warnings for slashy-ness, blood licking, and dubious con
For mistress_pirate
Prompt: xxx-Holic and Bleach, Yuuko and Rangiku, sake
Rangiku is from Tite Kubo's Bleach and Yuuko, Watanuki, Maru and Moro are characters from Clamp's xxx-Holic. No warnings (unless you count two women planning mischief as they down sake by the jugful. *grins*)
I had quite fun writing these, especially the crossover. I'm starting to like this whole xxx-Holic bit. Now I wanna reread the series!
Seven more flashfics to come!
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rionarch Prompt: Sokka and Ty Lee's White Lotus Order induction
Sokka, Ty Lee, Suki and Iroh are characters from the Nickelodeon show Avatar: The Last Airbender. No warnings.
“Have I mentioned how adorable you look in your new uniform?” Ty Lee says in what she probably thinks is a whisper but Sokka is sure that everyone in the dedication room, along with the entire Earth Kingdom, heard her anyway.
He resists the urge to facepalm, folds his hands behind his back, and thinks very mature and responsible thoughts. Thoughts that do not include whispering compliments to his fellow inductee in the middle of their induction ceremony.
“So I noticed how you didn't come with Suki today...”
Sokka grits his teeth. That is a matter which is still a point of contention for him.
“Does that mean you're single?”
“No,” Sokka says through a clenched jaw, a low hiss that he hopes goes no further than the two of them. “For your information, we are on a break.”
Ty Lee tilts her head to the side, lips forming into a moue of confusion. “Does that mean you're free to see other people?”
Sokka wants to shout a definitive negative, but he distinctly remember Suki saying that the point of the break is to see if they would be more interested in someone else.
“Because, you know, I'll bet Suki is seeing other guys,” Ty Lee says, and with her hands clasped behind her back, she swings her body toward him, her smile bright and sparkling.
He opens his mouth, ready for another snarky retort, when a shadow falls over both young adults. Sokka looks up, reddens, realizing he hasn't paid the slightest bit of attention to the ceremony. For that matter, neither has Ty Lee.
Sokka looks up at Iroh and grins uneasily. “Umm... yes?” he says, both a statement and a question, hoping that they are all looking at him because they want an answer.
Someone in the background giggles. Sokka's sure that it was Katara.
Iroh, instead of looking thunderously angry, just grins in that amused way of his and winks at Sokka. “The perfect answer,” he says, and lifts his arms, encouraging everyone to clap.
Sokka breathes a sigh of relief, and for once, even Ty Lee's giggling annoys him. In fact, there's something just a bit charming about that sparkle in her eyes.
Suki, eat your heart out.
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hockeyiris Prompt: ShirosakixShuuhei, “Hurricane,” 30 Seconds to Mars, NSFW
Shuuhei and Shirosaki are characters from the anime/manga Bleach by Tite Kubo. NSFW. Warnings for slashy-ness, blood licking, and dubious con
Shuuhei can honestly say that he's never been in a situation quite like this before. He's sure Kurosaki is somewhere behind the black-gold eyes, but right now Shuuhei is faced with something else.
A tongue slips out, licking lips in a rather lewd fashion that should terrify Shuuhei, but instead makes his stomach do a flip of interest and twist with heat. “Well, well, what 'ave we here?” Kurosaki's body rasps, and what did Renji call this alter ego? Shirosaki? “A pretty little Shinigami trussed up for the taking.”
Shuuhei works his jaw, wiggles a bit, but really, there's no room. He's effectively trapped beneath Kurosaki-turned-Hollow, and if he swallows too thickly, the blade pressed to his throat will bite further into his skin. He can already feel it teasing at his flesh, and there's a trickle of blood down his throat. Also, his hands are trapped in Kurosaki's – no, Shirosaki's, he has to keep them straight – and for such a skinny brat, Shuuhei doesn't think he can break the Hollow's one-handed hold.
He wishes he could be terrified, but there's something about the weight of the Hollow, the warmth and the lust that gleams in those black-gold eyes that makes Shuuhei not so much terrified as desperately aroused and really, isn't that just the kicker? Renji would find this so amusing, he would, he's always thought Shuuhei the most twisted of perverts, though that's kind of a case of pot calling the kettle black. He'll mock Shuuhei about it for days once he hears about it, providing Shuuhei lives long enough to tell the tale.
Shuuhei swallows, carefully mind, and looks up at the Hollow. “I don't suppose there's anything I can do to convince you to let me go?”
Shirosaki chuckles, and one knee nudges Shuuhei's groin, where his traitorous cock has risen to the occasion and betrayed him. “Doesn't seem like all of you agrees with that request,” he says, and both brows lift as he leans down, warm tongue dragging wetly over Shuuhei's cheek in a way that travels straight to his cock, making it throb against the faint pressure of Shirosaki's knee.
He gasps, tilts his head back, and the zanpakutou blade bites a little deeper. It hurts in such a good way and that's when Shuuhei knows he's completely fucked, off his rocker. His sense of kink is going to get him killed, is what is going to happen.
“Nope,” Shirosaki says with a cheerful pop of his lips that shouldn't be so erotic. He pulls back, draws the blade with him, and examines the drop of Shuuhei's blood clinging to the edge. “Seems like you're more interested in staying, doesn't it?” And his tongue slides over the metal, lapping up the drop with a lewd lick that Shuuhei shouldn't find arousing.
But he does anyway, and he groans, arching beneath the Hollow. Shirosaki chuckles in a Hollow's voice, and Shuuhei is so dead. But oh, what a fuckin' way to go.
A tongue slips out, licking lips in a rather lewd fashion that should terrify Shuuhei, but instead makes his stomach do a flip of interest and twist with heat. “Well, well, what 'ave we here?” Kurosaki's body rasps, and what did Renji call this alter ego? Shirosaki? “A pretty little Shinigami trussed up for the taking.”
Shuuhei works his jaw, wiggles a bit, but really, there's no room. He's effectively trapped beneath Kurosaki-turned-Hollow, and if he swallows too thickly, the blade pressed to his throat will bite further into his skin. He can already feel it teasing at his flesh, and there's a trickle of blood down his throat. Also, his hands are trapped in Kurosaki's – no, Shirosaki's, he has to keep them straight – and for such a skinny brat, Shuuhei doesn't think he can break the Hollow's one-handed hold.
He wishes he could be terrified, but there's something about the weight of the Hollow, the warmth and the lust that gleams in those black-gold eyes that makes Shuuhei not so much terrified as desperately aroused and really, isn't that just the kicker? Renji would find this so amusing, he would, he's always thought Shuuhei the most twisted of perverts, though that's kind of a case of pot calling the kettle black. He'll mock Shuuhei about it for days once he hears about it, providing Shuuhei lives long enough to tell the tale.
Shuuhei swallows, carefully mind, and looks up at the Hollow. “I don't suppose there's anything I can do to convince you to let me go?”
Shirosaki chuckles, and one knee nudges Shuuhei's groin, where his traitorous cock has risen to the occasion and betrayed him. “Doesn't seem like all of you agrees with that request,” he says, and both brows lift as he leans down, warm tongue dragging wetly over Shuuhei's cheek in a way that travels straight to his cock, making it throb against the faint pressure of Shirosaki's knee.
He gasps, tilts his head back, and the zanpakutou blade bites a little deeper. It hurts in such a good way and that's when Shuuhei knows he's completely fucked, off his rocker. His sense of kink is going to get him killed, is what is going to happen.
“Nope,” Shirosaki says with a cheerful pop of his lips that shouldn't be so erotic. He pulls back, draws the blade with him, and examines the drop of Shuuhei's blood clinging to the edge. “Seems like you're more interested in staying, doesn't it?” And his tongue slides over the metal, lapping up the drop with a lewd lick that Shuuhei shouldn't find arousing.
But he does anyway, and he groans, arching beneath the Hollow. Shirosaki chuckles in a Hollow's voice, and Shuuhei is so dead. But oh, what a fuckin' way to go.
mistress_pirate Prompt: xxx-Holic and Bleach, Yuuko and Rangiku, sake
Rangiku is from Tite Kubo's Bleach and Yuuko, Watanuki, Maru and Moro are characters from Clamp's xxx-Holic. No warnings (unless you count two women planning mischief as they down sake by the jugful. *grins*)
“And what have you brought me today, Rangiku?”
“Only the finest sake in Seireitei,” Rangiku answers with a faint giggle, lowering herself into the luxurious cushion in Yuuko's meeting room. The twins – Maru and Moro – had directed her with many a song and dance, one that never ceases to make Rangiku smile.
Watanuki – Yuuko's apprentice – watches the two women from around the corner, suspicious as always. He knows he'll be set to cooking a fancy meal for them soon enough. He's so adorable. Reminds Rangiku of her captain, he does, especially when he splutters and does that arm-waving thing.
Yuuko arches one elegant brow. “The finest? My, my. And what would you like in exchange for this?”
Rangiku sets the bottle on the table between them, and grins when Watanuki brings in a platter with snacks and cups for the women to serve themselves. “Some conversation first and then, perhaps, a request. Not for me, of course. But for a certain surly dragon who needs a little light in his life.”
The other woman's lips tilt in a graceful smile as she lounges on her own couch, elegant robes a perfect contrast to the simplicity of the cushions, and a wreath of smoke lingering around her head. “I see.”
Rangiku uncorks the sake and takes a deep breath of the wonderful aroma. She pours a cup for Yuuko and waits patiently for the witch to pour Rangiku some as well. They share a conspiratorial look, cups raised.
“What shall we toast to?” Yuuko asks, humor twitching her lips.
Rangiku can't keep herself from grinning either. “All of our unsuspecting victims?”
Yuuko laughs, a rich sound that probably frightens Watanuki in the other room, uncertain of what dangerous situation his employer may have planned. “Oh, yes. I'll drink to that.”
With a clink of their cups, they are in agreement and Rangiku tosses back the first cup in one long, savoring pull. Yuuko does much the same, smacking her lips in appreciation of the taste.
“Mmm. I agree. Definitely the finest,” Yuuko says, already reaching for the jug to pour Rangiku's next cup. It won't be long before they finish the bottle together. Luckily, Rangiku brought a spare. “So what can I do for the icy dragon?”
Rangiku's lips curl into a mischievous grin. Her taichou will never see this coming.
“Only the finest sake in Seireitei,” Rangiku answers with a faint giggle, lowering herself into the luxurious cushion in Yuuko's meeting room. The twins – Maru and Moro – had directed her with many a song and dance, one that never ceases to make Rangiku smile.
Watanuki – Yuuko's apprentice – watches the two women from around the corner, suspicious as always. He knows he'll be set to cooking a fancy meal for them soon enough. He's so adorable. Reminds Rangiku of her captain, he does, especially when he splutters and does that arm-waving thing.
Yuuko arches one elegant brow. “The finest? My, my. And what would you like in exchange for this?”
Rangiku sets the bottle on the table between them, and grins when Watanuki brings in a platter with snacks and cups for the women to serve themselves. “Some conversation first and then, perhaps, a request. Not for me, of course. But for a certain surly dragon who needs a little light in his life.”
The other woman's lips tilt in a graceful smile as she lounges on her own couch, elegant robes a perfect contrast to the simplicity of the cushions, and a wreath of smoke lingering around her head. “I see.”
Rangiku uncorks the sake and takes a deep breath of the wonderful aroma. She pours a cup for Yuuko and waits patiently for the witch to pour Rangiku some as well. They share a conspiratorial look, cups raised.
“What shall we toast to?” Yuuko asks, humor twitching her lips.
Rangiku can't keep herself from grinning either. “All of our unsuspecting victims?”
Yuuko laughs, a rich sound that probably frightens Watanuki in the other room, uncertain of what dangerous situation his employer may have planned. “Oh, yes. I'll drink to that.”
With a clink of their cups, they are in agreement and Rangiku tosses back the first cup in one long, savoring pull. Yuuko does much the same, smacking her lips in appreciation of the taste.
“Mmm. I agree. Definitely the finest,” Yuuko says, already reaching for the jug to pour Rangiku's next cup. It won't be long before they finish the bottle together. Luckily, Rangiku brought a spare. “So what can I do for the icy dragon?”
Rangiku's lips curl into a mischievous grin. Her taichou will never see this coming.
I had quite fun writing these, especially the crossover. I'm starting to like this whole xxx-Holic bit. Now I wanna reread the series!
Seven more flashfics to come!
