blue_bells: (FFVII :: Aerith)
blue_bells ([personal profile] blue_bells) wrote2007-04-08 08:54 pm

Drabbles += Final Fantasy VII, Tekken [G - PG]

Happy Easter to all mankind and chocolate-laying bunnies aloft! I really have no idea why eggs, chocolate and bunnies are related at all, but I've had too many of all the above. I should wiki this Eostre bunny-luffin' phenomenon some day.

Long time between posts! The sheer fact that I'm posting should tell you that, yes, it's that time of semester when BIG THINGS are due. :D So, what am I doing? Well, aside from plundering the internets for 300 slash and graphics (Stelios/Astinos theirluffissopederasticinnuendo), I'm building up towards completing assessment, I promise you. I realised I hadn't posted these responses to prompt challenges from late last year, so here they are. One or two of these overshoot the word limit by 20 or 50, but I think we'll survive.

Enjoy!


Prompt: Sappy [G]
Fandom: Tekken
Character/Pairing: Jin/Hwoarang
Requested By: [livejournal.com profile] kalong_chan

"The center of my universe."

Hwoarang rolled his eyes and straddled the bike. Jin went on, dark eyes sizing up the Harley with exaggerated delay.

"You’re... yes, you're one of the best things that ever happened to me...." Jin’s mouth quirked into one of his half-nervous smiles that always made Hwoarang impatient. "Let me buy you dinner, then ice cream with those...."

Hwoarang stared down the stammering fool.

"I think I love--"

"Stop before you embarrass yourself," Hwoarang groaned, leaned heavily against the Harley's handle bars. "We won’t ride if you really don’t want to."

"I really don’t want to."


Prompt: Pillows [G]
Fandom: Tekken
Character/Pairing: Kazuya/Lee
Requested By: [livejournal.com profile] kalong_chan

There was a good reason cuddling in "post-coital bliss" was off the table.

"Oi," Kazuya nudged Lee hard in the ribs as the other man showed signs of drifting off. "You're not sleeping here."

Lee turned his face into the pillow. "... Quiet."

Kazuya gave Lee a hard push towards the bed's edge and ignored the tired growl. "You steal the pillows. Get out."

"Mmm, shut it." Lee rolled on his side, showing Kazuya his back.

"Get out."

"Shut it."

A beat later Kazuya kicked Lee right off the bed and enjoyed the satisfying clunk of skull impacting wooden planks.


Prompt: Chocolate [G]
Fandom: Tekken
Character/Pairing: Devil Jin/Hwoarang
Requested By: [livejournal.com profile] kalong_chan

The first time it happened, he was passing the alley into the main streets and heard a sound above, looked, and saw nothing. He was exchanging money at the superette when he glanced at the candy assortments by the window and saw the monster behind the glass.

He jumped as a clawed hand clamped to his torso and shadows swam over his eyes.

"I'm always closer than you think," the cold breath hissed against the shell of his ear. "Are you ready?"

Hwoarang shuddered and the shadow evaporated into the face of the expectant cashier, chocolate still extended to him.


Prompt: Beg [G]
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Character/Pairing: Vincent/Cloud
Requested By: [livejournal.com profile] sempra (Who has unfortunately left LJ land since this request was placed, but whose drabble is delivered nonetheless.)

Cloud had stood waist-deep in that water and watched Aeris' body sink into the blue-green murkiness of the Ancients' City. It was another hour before he appeared in the doorframe of the shell cottage where Barrett had led them to wait.

No commiseration was exchanged and Vincent remained silent, reclining against the wall. Tifa watched Cloud closely. Cloud didn't look at any of them until they filtered out one by one back to the Highwind and Cloud released a sigh, glanced at Vincent out of the corner of his eye and murmured, "I might need a hand with this one."


Prompt: Fire [PG]
Fandom: Tekken
Character/Pairing: Bryan/Sergei
Requested By: [livejournal.com profile] dracotheferret

Beside a splintered lamp post, Sergei watched the tall, broad man stride unhindered from the flames of the urban carnage. He saw the descending blade a moment before the other man noticed. The air shimmered, the distinct form of the space ninja materialising in his downward strike. The bazooka dropped to the asphalt. The man slumped to his side beside it and the space ninja raised his sword in victory.

When the ninja had made his exit, Sergei's curiosity brought him to the corpse's side. He was pleasantly surprised when he nudged the body onto its back and the body groaned.

Pursing his lip, Sergei examined the exposed torso's many scars. The fresh burns were deep and that ninja had certainly pierced the heart... yet this man was now blinking into consciousness, groaning with discomfort and - annoyance?

The man's eyes focused on him and Sergei reached for his commlink with a smile.


Prompt: Striptease [G]
Fandom: Tekken
Character/Pairing: Bryan Fury
Requested By: [livejournal.com profile] dracotheferret

Bryan paused with his shirt half-off his shoulders when he spotted the surveillance camera poised at the corner of the change room's roof. Noticing the camera had no leads, Bryan spotted the aerial transmitter and raised an eyebrow.

Tossing his shirt in the open locker, his spare grenades and artillery followed. The locker door slammed shut as Bryan sprinted to the far corner of the room and vaulted himself up the wall, snatching the camera as he came down. He sneered into the lens before stuffing the camera into the crotch of his pants and strutting out to the foyer.


Prompt: Leather [PG]
Fandom: Tekken
Character/Pairing: Sergei Dragunov
Requested By: [livejournal.com profile] dracotheferret

Sergei's eyes had never adjusted to the harshness of natural light. It was here in the vast dim of a sole seventy watt bulb that he felt most accustomed. The bulb swung in its socket where the violent beat of his subject's wings had knocked it back, but those wings were useless in this space. Certainly, this cold, concrete box was the least opportune of interrogation rooms for a winged devil, but Sergei had traditions.

Sergei propped his leather boot against the wooden seat and delicately wiped away the fresh carmine blemishes with a dark handkerchief. The young devil coughed wetly where he kneeled against the wall as Sergei stopped the bulb's pendulum swing and primly offered the devil his chair.