Rave (cheloya) wrote in happenstance, @ 2008-04-23 18:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | against the moon, good omens, loveless, original |
[Multifandom] Loveless; Against the Moon; Good Omens
I can't post these at happenstance until it's up to date. I just cannot, all right? I'm anal like that. So I have to post them here. I may also post the no_true_pair fic that I wrote, but only if I get the chance to proof and rewrite it when I get back from uni/the doctor's this afternoon. I have a feeling that sleep deprivation and flu/cancer shots will not make for a grand combination in my head, though, so I'll probably just crash.
In any case, without further ado: drabbles for squeakelala.
LOVELESS; Youji/Natsuo/Kio + ice cream/melting
The ice cream, Kio thought faintly, had been a terrible idea. If the Zero had been difficult before sugar, they were going to be impossible once it hit their bloodstreams, and that was nothing to the level of obnoxiousness they’d hit once they realised that watching them share cones and lick drips off each other’s hands and cheeks had caused something of a mental implosion in the art student. They had started complaining about the heat soon after Kio had picked them up – well, no, they had complained of being damp and fuzzy, as though they’d never sweated before, as though they’d never experienced temperatures higher than the mid twenties. He’d called them crazy, but... any excuse for ice cream. Now that they’d peeled off the layers of their slightly ridiculous clothing and Youji was enthusiastically tonguing an ice cream smear off Natsuo’s wrist, Kio had to agree: it was uncomfortably warm in here.
AGAINST THE MOON; Hiru
One of the many vast improvements to being the Water Master's lover rather than the Seelie King's unofficial consort was that Hiru was free to choose his own clothing. While he continued to go to great lengths to complement Sanga - he had the greater status, after all, and it wouldn't do to embarrass him in court - this seemed to have resulted in a desire to wear as much clothing as possible. Long-sleeved shirts that passed across his shoulders lightly, open by necessity to the small of his back. Delicately patterned hose. Having his flesh on display for most of his life gave him a great fondness, now, for remaining fully cloth-covered from throat to ankle. As with so much, it was Sanga that tended to change his mind about such things - usually when the Water Master was removing said hose with excruciating slowness and great attention to the detail woven into the cloth.
GOOD OMENS; Aziraphale/Crowley + wishes
If wishes were horses, Crowley's would step on him and crush him underhoof. With flash, glossy hooves and burning eyes, sure, but it would still be supremely embarrassing and probably painful, which was one reason he had tried to avoid having any. The other was that Crowley's people, his affiliates*, so to speak, generally did what they could to ensure the crushing, and he would hate to see the angel proven right about the seeds-of-your-own-destruction thing.
* Though there was nothing very fili about the operation.
Sorry about that last one, I got to there and it was midnight and I had to be up at six, and it didn't seem to want to actually go anywhere helpful in a hurry. XD