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Xmas Drabbles 2010 Part 1

The first five finished!  I'm completing them in no particular order.  The quality is, as always, varied, as is the faithfulness to the prompt.


For silver_lined 

Fandom: Natsume Yuujinchou
Characters: I LOVE EVERY SINGLE CHARACTER THAT HAS EVER SHOWED UP IN THIS MANGA, EVERRR. ANYONE. EVERYONE.
Prompt: If you feel IN THE SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS, Natsume's first Christmas with the Fujiwara and fending off Nyanko-sensei from eating all the fried chicken and bonus points for Natori being a HUGE CREEPER and giving Natsume a gift even though, you know, severely kimoi for two guys.

 

“Takashi-kun!  Takashi-kun, come downstairs!” 

 

Touko’s warm voice drifted up to his bedroom – it must have been dinnertime.  Natsume looked up from his homework, and vaguely noted the snowflakes beginning to swirl outside.  He sighed.  Nyanko-sensei would probably be tramping back in from drinking soon, leaving puddles of snowmelt all over the house for him to clean up.  “Coming!”

 

He padded over to the shouji door, sliding it open carefully and quietly as was his habit, and headed down the stairs.

 

Then stopped at the bottom, stunned frozen by the sight in front of him.

 

The normally plain – homey, practical, but undeniably plain – living room had been transformed.  Silver tinsel snaked around the doorways.  The kotetsu’s pale brown blanket had been replaced with a dark green one, and there was a plate of freshly- baked Christmas biscuits and candy canes in the centre of the table.  Most startling of all, though, was the tree being set up in the corner of the room, decorated with silver ornaments and fairy lights.

 

His perplexity must have shown on his face, as Touko stopped sorting through the box at her feet and smiled at him.  “It’s Christmas Eve, Takashi-kun!” Her demeanour was as soft as always, but the spark of excitement in her eyes unmistakable.

 

“Christmas…?” Natsume wavered at the bottom of the stairs. 

 

He knew it was Christmas, of course – his friends at school had been talking about it, teasing him and asking him if he had a date, then bemoaning their own lack of romantic prospects.  Natsume had smiled and thought nothing more of it.

 

For as along as he could remember, Christmas had been no different from any other day.

 

“It’s your first Christmas with us.  Touko’s been excited – we’ve never had a reason to decorate much before,” Shigeru explained with a fond smile at his wife.  He held up the plate.  “Here, have a biscuit.  They’re delicious.”

 

Numbly, he accepted one, but didn’t bite into it. 

 

Touko was still sifting through the box, sleeves of her kimono pushed up to her elbows.  “Oh, here it is.  You have to put the star on the tree, Takashi-kun!”

 

“Eh?”

 

She held out the silver star to him, and shooed him towards the tree.  "It’s tradition.  The youngest child of the house puts the star on the tree!”

 

He’d never heard of such a tradition.  Uncertainly, he accepted the star and stared at it, trying to figure out exactly how it went on.  There was a wire coil that formed a sort of base… maybe he twisted that around the top?

 

It took a minute of fiddling, and when he stepped back it looked a bit crooked, but Touko clapped her hands together and nodded.  “There, that’s perfect.  Are you hungry yet?  It’s a little early-”

 

“Dinner sounds great,” Natsume said quickly.

 

Shigeru was fiddling with the remote – the TV blared to life, carols ringing from the screen.  “Christmas specials,” he explained, as Touko brought in plates and special Christmas-themed chopsticks and plates of food to share.

 

It was all a bit overwhelming.

 

Touko was settling down with them when she paused.  “Oh, I forgot the fried chicken!”  She looked horrified that she could have overlooked the signature dish.

 

“I’ll get it,” Natsume blurted, and hurried from the room, heart pounding.  Once in the privacy of the hallway, he couldn’t help the small, genuine smile creeping onto his lips.

 

A proper Christmas.  With a tree and decorations and fried chicken while they watched Christmas specials on the TV.

 

The kitchen was warm, and carried a sweet smell from the baking Touko must have been doing earlier.  He looked around for the fried chicken – and nearly tripped when he saw a familiar white blob liberally helping himself to it.

 

“Nyanko-sensei!  I thought you were out drinking!  Stop it!”

 

He yanked the plate away.  The chicken wing the cat currently gnawed on was beyond rescuing, but if he carefully arranged the remaining pieces, you could hardly tell there was less than before.

 

“Who wants to deal with those fools in this weather!  There’s much better food and sake here!”  He made a sneaky leap for the plate again, but a quick punch stopped him in place, and the cat was left clutching at his oversized head with his paws. 

 

“How could you, Natsume?!  It’s Christmas!”  His nasal whine was half-muffled by the chicken still in his mouth.

 

“I didn’t think ayakashi even celebrated Christmas!” he scolded in a hushed voice.

 

“Tch!  A great spirit like me can celebrate whatever he likes!” 

 

“Touko-san and Shigeru-san have gone to a lot of effort!  Don’t mess it up!”  He faltered a little.  Nyanko opened an eye to stare at him.  He’d heard the silent ‘for me’ attached to that.

 

“Hmph!  So disrespectful.  If it weren’t for the Book of Friends-”

 

The doorbell rang, cutting off the oft-repeated grumblings of his so-called ‘guardian’.

 

“Takashi-kun?”  Touko called from the living room.

 

“I’ll get it!”  Giving Nyanko a steely glare, he placed the chicken on top of the refrigerator – figuring it would be safe there long enough.  The spirit guardian might have taken the form of a cat, but with his shape, inherited little of the agility.

 

He opened the door.

 

Natori gave him a bright smile.

 

Natsume slammed it shut in his face.

 

“Natsume-kun!  Don’t be like that!  It’s Christmas Eve!”

 

He opened the door again.  “What are you doing here?”  He might have counted Natori as a friend, kind of, but he also happened to be singularly suspicious. 

 

“Show more respect for Natori-sama, you ungrateful child!” Hiiragi was there, too.  Great. 

 

The exorcist waved her down.  “It’s fine, it’s fine.  I wanted to give Natsume-kun a present!”  He thrust a small gift-wrapped package at him, eyes creased in his ever-present smile.  “Merry Christmas!”

 

Natsume gave him a flat stare.  “You know Christmas presents are supposed to be for girlfriends, right?”

 

Natori’s smile simply grew brighter.  The lizard tattoo slithered unnervingly across the bridge of his nose.  “My manager won’t let me give presents to any of the girls I know.  Go ahead, open it!”

 

Right, the no dating thing.  He was beginning to get a bit dubious about that.

 

It was, to his relief, merely a package of Christmas cakes.  “Thank you.  I didn’t get you anything.”

 

Hiiragi was grumbling her outrage in the background, but Natori waved it off.  “Don’t worry about it!  It was no trouble!”

 

“Takashi-kun?  Who’s that at the door?”  After taking so long, Touko came looking for him.  “Ah?!  Natori-san!”

 

He took off his hand and gave a shallow bow.  “Nice to see you again, Fujiwara-san.  Merry Christmas!”

 

“You too!  Don’t you want to come in?  We’re just about to sit down to dinner.  There’s enough for everyone!”

 

“Eh?”  Natsume looked back and forth, but by the time his brain had caught up Touko had shepherded Natori inside, made him admit that he didn’t have any plans, and had him seated at the kotetsu with them with holding a dish of sake.  Hiiragi ghosted along after him, stopping only long enough to glare at Natsume, before finding a spot in the corner to kneel and pretend she wasn’t interested in the decorations.

 

Helpless to do anything to stop it, and reasoning that no real harm was done – the Fujiwaras wouldn’t be able to see Hiiragi, and she was good at sitting quietly out of the way – Natsume went to fetch the fried chicken and join them.

 

“What’s that exorcist doing here, Natsume?” Nyanko demanded with a slit-eyed stare when he entered the kitchen.  He’d made it up to the table, but the fried chicken remained safe.

 

“He’s staying for dinner.  Don’t cause any trouble.”

 

“What?!  He gets to eat the chicken and I don’t?”  Nyanko waddled down the hallway back to the living room after him, complaining loudly, even as Natsume frantically gestured at him to be quiet. 

 

When Shigeru caught sight of him, he called over.  “Nyanko!  Something for you, too!”  He placed a small plate on the ground with a generous slab of salmon.

 

Saved.  Starry-eyed, Nyanko leapt in.  All was forgiven.

 

Then the doorbell rang again.

 

“Who could that be?  It’s certainly a busy night,” Shigeru commented.

 

“Oh, Takashi-kun, you should sit, I can get it this time.”  Touko began to get up, but he beat her to it.

 

“It’s fine, I’m already up.”  He hurried back to the door.

 

“Natsume-sama!”  The group of ayakashi from the shrine.

 

“Natsume-sama!  Merry Christmas!  Madara-sama told us all about your human holiday, and we’ve come to celebrate!”  With no further explanation, they barrelled past him into the house.

 

“Ack!  Wait!”

 

He scrambled after them.  Shigeru’s attention had been caught by the television, and Touko had gone into the kitchen to get another plate for Natori.  The exorcist in question had begun to stand, talisman clutched between his fingers.  Natsume smacked it out of his hand, mouthing ‘they’re not dangerous’, and helplessly tried to get the ayakashi’s attention without drawing Shigeru’s notice.

 

But then Touko was back, and Natsume had to give up or risk looking crazy.  Defeated, he sank underneath the warm kotetsu with everyone else.  The Fujiwaras couldn’t see them dancing and chattering, and the other ayakashi, for their part, seemed utterly oblivious of the fact that there were humans and even an exorcist in the room.  It was hard to tell behind her mask, but Hiiragi was almost certainly glaring blue murder at them. 

 

Natori, for his part, just smiled at Natsume in his usual inscrutable manner, and made small talk with the Fujiwaras.

 

It was chaos.  Pure chaos.  The most nerve-racking meal of his life.

 

It was the best Christmas Natsume ever had.


 

For firedraygon97 

Fandom: Eyeshield21
Characters: Hiruma, Sena
Prompt: They're in high school now, and Hiruma tries that one middle school tactic you posted earlier. >D  (AN: Aren’t they already in high school in canon?)
 

Sena stared at Yamato, trying valiantly to hide his nerves.  Don’t give anything away.  Focus!

 

It was utterly insane.  It would never work!  Hiruma was officially out of his mind.

 

But Teikoku had shut down nearly every play they had.  The clock, running down.  And he still couldn’t get past Yamato. 

 

They had no choice but to believe in their captain.  And if anyone could pull off something this insane, it had to be Hiruma.

 

They took their regular positions.  Hiruma started his crouch, then straightened, and turned to the sidelines.  “What?  A five-yard penalty?  Kekekeke, our lucky day!”

 

It wouldn’t work.  It couldn’t possibly work.  Who would fall for it?

 

The quarterback grinned like a shark, holding out his hand to Kurita for the ball.  The linesman offered it over without question.  The Alexanders, thoroughly confused – what did they get the penalty for? – stood back as Hiruma casually paced through the line, eyes focused on the ground, marking out five yards.

 

Then, all of a sudden, broke into a mad dash.

 

“Just kidding!  YA-HA!”

 

Chaos erupted on the field.

 

Yamato’s eyes widened – he’d realised the ruse a split second before the rest of the team.  Deimon surged forward.  Sena shot off like a bullet, tackling the original Eyeshield 21, buying an extra, precious second before the running back could catch up.  The Alexanders were in disarray – half toppled over by Deimon’s line, glancing at the umpires in disbelief, the other half desperately scrambling after the runaway quarterback loping across the field, cackling madly.  The stadium rose from a confused silence to a deafening roar.

 

Hiruma might have only been able to run the 40-yard dash in five seconds… but that didn’t matter when he had a whole two seconds head start.

 

“TOUCHDOWN!”

 

 

For ixtey 

Fandom: Harry Potter (Half-Blood Prince)
Characters: HARRY/DRACO ♥♥♥
Prompt: What really should have happened when Harry saw Draco crying in the bathroom, i.e. Draco angsts and Harry finds him and they do slashy stuff and Harry leads him ~*~*~*TO THE LIGHT SIDE*~*~*~ (God I'm such a sap XD) Whether or not Draco lets him, is up to you. :D?
 

They sat against the bathroom wall – collars askew, cheeks flushed, lips swollen. 

 

“So you really won’t go through with it.  You’ll go against Voldemort.”

 

“Oh yes, real classy Potter.”  He sniffed.  His eyes were still red from the tears, but his flushed cheeks camouflaged them nicely.  “Snog the emotionally vulnerable Slytherin in the bathroom until he agrees to switch sides.”

 

“It worked, didn’t it?”

 

“Merlin help us, the Boy-Who-Lived’s winning strategy is to seduce his enemies.”

 

“But it worked,” Harry insisted.

 

“I can’t believe I agreed to join you.  You must have Confunded me.  I’d say it was the Imperius, but you’re too goody-two-shoes for that.”

 

Harry thought of his Crucio attempt on Bellatrix Lestrange.  “Right.”

 

“…The Wizarding World is doomed, you understand.  This is the most effective technique you could come up with?  The Dark Lord doesn’t stand a chance.”

 

“Shut up,” Harry demanded, and before Draco could continue, kissed him again.

 

“Stupid trusting Griffyndors,” he muttered against his lips.

 

Harry didn’t see the evil smirk that followed.

 

 

 

thesundaywriter 

Fandom: Kuroshitsuji/Tenipuri AU(based on this fic)
Prompt: Christmas Festivities

 

Lord Echizen Ryoma did not care for Christmas.

 

Certainly, when he’d been a child – before he’d sold his soul to the devil, before he woke up to the heartless cruelties of reality – the holiday had been exciting, magical… happy.

 

Now, he despised it.

 

“It would reflect poorly on the Echizen family not to celebrate,” was all Tezuka had said on the matter, in a tone that precluded any argument.  Ryoma had been childishly tempted to put in a direct order otherwise under contract, but his butler was right.  Christmas held the biggest profits for the toy company – any public distaste of the holiday could hurt the brand.

 

“Che, do what you want.”  He’d walked away, determined to ignore it. 

 

It was just decorations.  They meant nothing.

 

His butler made them hard to ignore, though.  Tezuka never did anything halfway.

 

“Ooooi!  Little Master!” Eiji was perched perilously at the top of a ladder, hanging ornaments on the enormous tree in the foyer.  He waved energetically at the young master, then shrieked and dropped the glass bauble in his hand as the shaking ladder began to topple.

 

Tezuka caught the ladder and the ornament as he walked past.  “Eiji, don’t be careless,” was his only rebuke as he righted the ladder, placed the ornament in a gap on the tree, and brushed an invisible speck of dust from his tailcoat.

 

“Thanks Tezuka!” the cheerful redhead called down, completely unembarrassed by his near brush with death.

 

Tezuka merely continued on down the hallway, deftly tying fresh sprigs of holly to each pillar along the banister.  “Is there something I can help you with, Young Master?” he asked when Ryoma didn’t move on.

 

“No,” he replied flatly, and skulked away before Tezuka could send him back to his office to sign Christmas cards.

 

Lured by the pleasant odours wafting from the kitchen, he made his way there next, cane tapping rhythmically on the polished stone floor.  He paused at the doorway, watching as Momo… flailed?… around the kitchen.

 

“Hey, Master Echizen!”  Momo, as always, greeted him with an enormous grin.

 

“What are you doing?”

 

“Oh, you know.”  He laughed, a little too loudly.  “Just minding the kitchens, keeping everything in order, making dinner…” As though to prove his point, he tossed some vegetables into the soup pot.

 

The previously pleasant-smelling pot of soup immediately started spewing black smoke.  Ryoma didn’t know anything at all about cooking, but couldn’t help but wonder how that was even possible.

 

“Excuse me, Young Master.” Tezuka’s smooth, deep baritone interrupted his train of thought, and he stepped aside at the feather touch on the small of his back, guiding him out of the way.  With long, even strides, Tezuka entered the kitchen, removed the pot from the stove, replaced it with another one and began the process again.  “Momoshiro!”

 

The young cook snapped to attention.  “Yes sir?”

 

“Go do the wood chopping!”

 

“Right!”  He dashed outside.  The wood chopping was normally Eiji’s job, but Ryoma was beginning to wonder how many meals Momo actually prepared anyway.

 

“Still has lots more to work on,” he muttered to himself.

 

He continued on down the hall, doing his best to ignore the tinsel decorating the walls, and frowned when an off-key rendition of Silver Bells warbled its way to his ears.  Letting out a sigh, he kept heading towards his office, but the sound only grew louder.

 

Sakuno, hair in customary braids and wearing a green maid dress – presumably in favour of the season – was hanging wreaths on all the doors.  His door as well, apparently.  She was also humming – rather badly – an endless array of Christmas carols.

 

“Sakuno,” he said, to get her attention. 

 

That was a mistake.

 

The minute he spoke, her arms windmilled as she tried to keep her balance on the small footstool.  “Oh, Master Ryoma!”  The pile of wreaths next to her tilted, then collapsed and scattered across the floor.  Ryoma’s uncovered eye widened as the maid started to fall towards him.

 

There was a flash of black, and suddenly Tezuka was there, steadying the girl.  “Tezuka!  Thank you!”  She blushed scarlet.

 

“Are you alright, Young Master?”  Tezuka turned to stare at him, dark brown eyes with just a hint of red seeming to burrow straight into his soul.

 

His breath hitched, and the golden eye hidden under his eye patch tingled.  The sound in the corridor seemed to die, leaving the two of them in an eerie void of silence.

 

Reflexively, he stepped back.

 

The spell was broken. 

 

“Fine,” he snapped, irrationally annoyed but the accumulated events of the morning.

 

“We shall get these out of your way immediately,” Tezuka informed him, collecting up the wreaths and handing them back over to Sakuno, sending her on her way.  She thanked him profusely, bowed hurriedly to Ryoma, and skipped awkwardly to the next door down the hallway, cheeks flushed and still humming Christmas carols.

 

“What are they working so hard for anyway?” Ryoma grumbled.

 

Tezuka didn’t comment.

 

His only solace was that he knew Tezuka disliked Christmas Carols just as much as he did.

 

………………..

 

 

Christmas Eve finally arrived, and the household sat down to the requisite dinner.  Ryoma could scarcely wait for the whole miserable holiday to be over.

 

He grimaced down at his outfit - his green tailcoat with its golden buttons and dark red trousers with matching eye patch were far too colourful and festive for his taste.  But Tezuka demanded the same perfection and tidiness in Ryoma’s appearance that he demanded of himself, and arguing his way out of it simply wasn’t worth it.  Especially not when still lethargic from an unscheduled afternoon nap.

 

Dinner was, of course, a lavish affair.  Turkey slathered with rich cranberry sauce, potatoes roasted a golden-brown, spicy pumpkin soup and a side of salad drizzled with a tangy dressing.  Everything prepared to exquisite perfection, as expected with his butler at the helm.

 

Ryoma was determined to hate every minute of it.  He scowled at the servants, pushed his food around the plate, refused to let Tezuka tuck in his napkin and left it deliberately crooked when he did it himself.

 

Eerily, though, everyone took it with remarkably good cheer.  Then to make matters stranger, he found the entire table staring at him in expectation as soon as the main course had been finished. 

 

He did his best to affect a look of boredom as Tezuka wheeled in the next trolley.  “Dessert.”  His glasses glinted in the candlelight.  With a careful tilt of the wrist, he lifted the lid of the silver tray clear.

 

Despite himself, Ryoma sat up.  His butler had outdone himself.  It was a lavish layer cake, with perfectly smooth frosting and dollops of fresh cream.  But the truly remarkable thing was the complete lack of Christmas about it.  The frosting in white, with lavendar trimmings and yellow candy roses.  Not a hint of red or green or holly anywhere.

 

“What’s this?” he asked.

 

“For your birthday,” Tezuka explained – tone as detached and polite as always, expression as neutral as ever.

 

He hadn’t forgotten.  Christmas Eve.  The anniversary of the tragic fire that stole everything from him.  The anniversary of his birth.  He’d avoided mentioning it, dreading the prospect of a birthday party on top of the Christmas festivities already being shoved down his throat.

 

Of course, Tezuka hadn’t forgotten.  It had been stupid of him to ever think the demon butler would.

 

“Would you care to cut the cake?”  Tezuka held the gleaming silver knife out, blade laid flat against his white-gloved palms.  Momo, Eiji and Sakuno all beamed at him, stars all but sparkling in their eyes.

 

“Che, this kind of thing is better done in the kitchen,” he groused, but sank the knife into the cake anyway.  The cut was sloppy – the frosting blotted.  Tezuka accepted the knife back with a stern glance Ryoma pretended to ignore, and finished dividing the rest of the cake, each slice precisely cut and exactly sized.

 

He hated Christmas.  He loathed his birthday.

 

Even so, he couldn’t entirely hide the faint smile as his servants chattered and ate the entirely non-Christmas cake around him.

 

If he had to celebrate, this wasn’t so bad.

 


For silvershadowkit 

Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Characters: Cloud and Sephiroth mainly, but feel free to throw anyone else in that you want.
Prompt: I would like something after the events of Act V in which Cloud starts to realize that he doesn't have to be apathetic with Sephiroth and they start to develop a friendship. It doesn't have to go any farther than you're comfortable, but I can imagine Zack being happy and drunk, and Cloud and Sephiroth having to drag him back to his quarters and laughing, and Cloud realizing this isn't as bad as he thought it would be.


 

Back in Nibelheim, when he’d accepted that maybe Sephiroth had become an ally instead of an enemy, he never once imagined that would lead to he and the General dragging a completely inebriated Zack and Genesis back to their quarters from the Goblin Bar.

 

He’d thought it was impossible for SOLDIERs to get drunk.  That turned out to be not quite true – it was impossible for Cloud and Sephiroth to get drunk.  For the rest of SOLDIER, it just happened to be very hard.

 

Zack, apparently, had been up to the challenge.  And had managed to bring his peers down with him.

 

Genesis simply hadn’t wanted to be beaten by Sephiroth.

 

Cloud just thanked Gaia Kunsel caught on at some point and replaced his own alcohol with water.

 

“-And that’s why Tseng totally has a crush on Cissnei!” Zack concluded triumphantly, then stumbled into the wall. 

 

“Sure Zack.”  Cloud carefully steered his friend back to the centre of the hallway, and wondered if it would be wise to clue the SOLDIER in to the Turk’s crush on his girlfriend.  Probably not.  Maybe he’d keep it up his sleeve as blackmail.  Having blackmail on a Turk never hurt.

 

Next to him, Sephiroth was helping Genesis along, though the redhead appeared none too pleased about it.

 

“I don’t need you to escort me back to my quarters!  I am not drunk!  As the war sends the sacrifice at the world’s end, the hero sails over the water's surface…

 

“You are drunk,” Sephiroth replied, amusement clearly audible in his voice.  “You’re mixing up verses.”

 

“Where’s Angeal?” Zack asked blearily – for the twentieth time that night.

 

“He had the wisdom to sit this entire misguided outing out,” Sephiroth replied, then grumbled something about colleagues not pulling their weight under his breath.

 

Cloud didn’t think he would ever get used to hearing the feared General Sephiroth grumbling.  A smile twitched his lips.  As much trouble as it might be, this whole situation turned out rather entertaining.  It was something so delightfully… normal.  Something all of his fellow cadets had done, something all his fellow SOLDIERs did.  Something he never thought he’d have the chance to.

 

Unfortunately, Sephiroth saw.  “You should smile more, Cloud.  It suits you,” he remarked.

 

The smile immediately vanished, and Cloud scowled at him.  Out of habit, really.

 

“What?  Cloud’s smiling?  Twice in one week?”  Zack slung a heavy arm around his shoulders.  His breath stank of alcohol.

 

“Don’t make such a big deal out it,” Cloud muttered, dragging his burden along a little faster.  Zack stumbled with him, and started belting out some drinking song, though none of the words were actually discernible… or much of the tune, either.

 

“Your singing,” Genesis declared, with an overlong pause between each word, “is dreadful.”  He said it as though it were a personal affront.  Knowing Genesis and his love of the arts, it very well might have been.

 

“I wonder how S-cells react when you’re having sex,” Zack suddenly wondered aloud.

 

Sputtering, Cloud nearly dropped his friend then and there.

 

“What?  You can’t say you’ve never thought about it!”

 

Sephiroth had the daring to look contemplative.  Don’t even think about it,” Cloud warned.

 

The General just smirked.  He was very obviously thinking about it.  Teasing the time-traveller had apparently become everybody’s favourite pastime.

 

“But you and the General have your… your… thing.”  Zack flapped an arm, very nearly hitting Cloud in the face.  “I mean, I mean, if you were to make out even half as intensely as you fight- I really wanna see that.  He ended with a lecherous grin.  Genesis made some sort of sound that was somewhere between a huff and a squawk of indignation.

 

Cloud closed his eyes and counted to ten.  He was not going to think about whatever adolescent fantasies he might have nurtured back in his original timeline.  He wasn’t.  “You’ve got a girlfriend.  You’re not supposed to be…”  He groped for the right word, hoping his face wasn’t as red as it felt.

 

“Engaging in vivid gay fantasies about his coworkers?”  Sephiroth smoothly supplied.  “Definitely not.  But do continue, Zack.  I would like to hear more.”

 

Genesis looked rather put out about the course of the conversation, and pushed away Sephiroth’s supporting arm again as some sort of silent protest.  “I can walk,” he hissed, then frowned at his feet as though he’d forgotten how.

 

“I’m just sayin’,” Zack slurred.  “You and Sephiroth.  Totally hot.”

 

Sephiroth raised an eyebrow suggestively at him, and now freed of Genesis, leaned in so close that his silver hair brushed his shoulder and his breath – also heady with alcohol – warmed his face.  “Well, Cloud?  Do you care to… experiment?” 

 

Cloud’s glare was worthy of Shiva.  Never in a million years.”

 

“He’ll come around,” Zack drunkenly consoled his General.  “After all, he said the same thing about being your friend!”

 

Cloud punched him.  Hard.  And then Genesis set him on fire.


 

Comments

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silvershadowkit
Nov. 25th, 2010 11:52 pm (UTC)
OMG, I can't believe you actually wrote this!! This is so totally perfect! Genesis and Zack both drunk, with a slightly inebriated Sephiroth flirting with Cloud is wonderful!! This made a family-ful Thanksgiving much better. I would be so amazingly happy if you could continue this!
sinnatious
Nov. 26th, 2010 12:29 am (UTC)
\o/ I am pleased it met your approval!
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silver_lined
Nov. 26th, 2010 12:06 am (UTC)
AHH, YOU ARE SO AMAZING, THANK YOU SO MUCH.

That was so sweet ;A; The Fujiwara's are perfect, Touko being all excited about being able to do family things and Shigeru being gently indulgent and oh my god, Nyanko-sensei ♥ Staying home for the family Christmas or at least Touko-san's cooking. AND AND AND NATORI-SENSEIIIII. His agency! Not allowed to date! IT ALL BEING A LIE BECAUSE HE JUST WANTS TO DATE NATSUME ANYWAY. shajkwe I love that his hair trigger reaction is just to exorcise everything and Natsume freaking the hell out internally and being almost perfectly composed on the outside. :'D His life is so hard ♥

(I admit, I got a bit ;A; with the star and jkajhkwe Oh Natsume, you big angst bucket, you don't realise how much you're loved here ;A;)

I loved EVERY SINGLE SENTENCE of this. *explode*
sinnatious
Nov. 26th, 2010 12:32 am (UTC)
*__* You're welcome! I'm relieved you like it! Early Merry Christmas? *flails at you* It was great prompt.

You would think Natori's agency would be MUCH more upset about him giving high school boys presents and taking them on hot spring trips. ;)
killiara
Nov. 26th, 2010 01:15 am (UTC)
Your fics actually make me want to pick up a copy of Crisis Core, then I realise that it can't possibly rock as much as what you write and go back to read Act V again.
sinnatious
Nov. 26th, 2010 01:53 am (UTC)
Noooooo, play Crisis Core! It is really excellent, I PROMISE. It is not a gaming experience to be missed!
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firedraygon97
Nov. 26th, 2010 02:47 am (UTC)
Whoooooops, I totally meant university, not high school. (PoT messed me up there!) But lovely nonetheless~~ Hee, I like how Sena tackles 'The Real Eyeshield 21' for Hiruma to get the touchdown. And of course Hiruma'd save this play for crunch time. >D

Natsume~ It could totally be canon. I love how you work Natori in there. He wouldn't miss this chance...!

Jealous!Genesis is just too awesome. And everyone picking on Cloud!! Great! Zack's consoling words to Sephiroth at the end = perfect. Seeing this universe again makes me so happy~~
sinnatious
Nov. 26th, 2010 11:34 pm (UTC)
XD Oops. I should have guessed! Maybe I'll tackle - pun intended - another one of your prompts then, since this one was super easy and only took about ten minutes.

I admit it was fun writing in the Fifth Act verse again. Can sort of understand why Terry Pratchett sticks to Discworld so much - there's something so comfortable about knowing the world and the characters so well. Glad you liked them! (Also, I see you have got into Natsume Yuujinchou now! :3)
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swyrel
Nov. 26th, 2010 03:30 am (UTC)
I'm sure I'll love these, but I'll wait to read and comment when my mother isn't sitting next to me. =)
silverharmony
Nov. 26th, 2010 03:56 am (UTC)
Hiruma might have only been able to run the 40-yard dash in five seconds… but that didn’t matter when he had a whole two seconds head start.

I think this perfectly captures exactly what kind of player Hiruma is XD and I giggle thinking about him doing that trick play. Awesome job!!

Also, WOOOH at the Harry/Draco. Evil angst just the way I like it mmm. <3

Can't wait to read your next round of drabbles <3
sinnatious
Nov. 26th, 2010 11:35 pm (UTC)
Thanks! I'm struggling with yours a bit, actually. 'Skills' - I keep drawing blanks! But I will persevere! (It just might turn up a bit later in the draw).
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thesundaywriter
Nov. 26th, 2010 09:36 am (UTC)
^________^
Christmas held the biggest profits for the toy company – any public distaste of the holiday could hurt the brand.
That line amused me, and I really like your choice of characters for the Bardroy, Finny and Maylene, it suits really well! Momo sounds like he could give Inui a run for his money in the mystery drink department!
Also love the way you incorporated Ryoma's catchphrase, and it was interesting to see his perspective on Christmas.
Thank you Sin ♥
sinnatious
Nov. 26th, 2010 11:38 pm (UTC)
Heh, Inui would have been an interesting choice for Bardroy too! But I figured Momo was a closer match personality wise.

You're welcome! I'm glad you liked it. I was worried, actually - I tried to do it with more of a Tezuka-centric focus, since I know you like him best as a character, but I just couldn't get inside the head of a demon butler! So had to approach it from the Ryoma angle instead.
demon_vampirate
Nov. 26th, 2010 09:49 am (UTC)
HP//DM and FFVII: I think I need to make an "XD" themed userpic.
Oh good gracious, the Harry//Draco one is perfect. ♥
I have no doubt that Draco would do exactly that, were Harry dumb enough to snog him. ^_^

***

That turned out to be not quite true – it was impossible for Cloud and Sephiroth to get drunk. For the rest of SOLDIER, it just happened to be very hard.
Ahh, I love that. And it suits their personalities, too XD

YAY KUNSEL. HE NEEDS MORE LOVE AND LESS DEATH. (He's so smart ^_^)

Having blackmail on a Turk never hurt. Always a good thing to remember in life.

"I don’t need you to escort me back to my quarters! I am not drunk! As the war sends the sacrifice at the world’s end, the hero sails over the water's surface…"
"You are drunk," Sephiroth replied, amusement clearly audible in his voice. "You’re mixing up verses."

XD I have no words!

YAY CLOUD SMILED!
And d'aww, Sephiroth likes his smiiile.♥
Have I told you just how much I love your Sephiroth?

“Your singing,” Genesis declared, with an overlong pause between each word, “is dreadful.”
Thank you, Commander Rhapsodos, and the Understatement of the Year award goes to...!

Omg Zack. So random. So-- completely inappropriate.
...so very very Zack.
I WANNA SEE IT TOO

“Engaging in vivid gay fantasies about his coworkers?” Sephiroth smoothly supplied. “Definitely not. But do continue, Zack. I would like to hear more.”
[...]
Sephiroth raised an eyebrow suggestively at him, and now freed of Genesis, leaned in so close that his silver hair brushed his shoulder and his breath – also heady with alcohol – warmed his face. “Well, Cloud? Do you care to… experiment?”

So much for Sephiroth not being drunk! Holy crap, the General-- acting like THAT-- ever?
Hot DAMN, I wanna go drinking with them! XD

“He’ll come around,” Zack drunkenly consoled his General. “After all, he said the same thing about being your friend!”
Cloud punched him. Hard. And then Genesis set him on fire.

That made me laugh out loud, pretty hard. The last lines of narration were what made me realize exactly how crackish this whole thing was, but oh my goodness it was more than worth the read ~_~;;
sinnatious
Nov. 27th, 2010 12:39 am (UTC)
Re: HP//DM and FFVII: I think I need to make an "XD" themed userpic.
Oh dear, I hadn't meant to imply that Sephiroth got drunk - his breath would have smelt of alcohol either way. No, no, Sephiroth is openly propositioning Cloud while being completely sober. ;) Tipsy at best.

...I am impressed at the length of comment in ratio to how short the ficlet was. XD You don't change! ♥
qem_chibati
Nov. 26th, 2010 11:08 am (UTC)
Natsume should be dubious. XD I love how there are so many of the different people that love Natsume involved and how happy the drabble comes across. ♥




I've reopened the "RL Hiruma video" and it is even funnier with the Hiruma commentary to go along side. XD




I keep feeling guilty about not reviewing Act V, (apart from maybe when you first started posting on ff.net) because the story is so amazing with it's plot and humour. I really love this post-script to the story, with Zack's crazy drunken comments, imagining Cloud's /face/ at Zack's crazy drunken comments, Sephiroth's smirking and Genesis's perfect conclusion to the night. :D
sinnatious
Nov. 27th, 2010 12:41 am (UTC)
Writing the Natsume ficlet gave me the warm fuzzies so hard. Something about that series in general always makes it feel like you're being hugged, I can't explain it.

Ah, don't worry about not reviewing Fifth Act, I myself can be dreadful at lurking sometimes and don't begrudge anyone it. Happy you enjoyed these, though!
ixtey
Nov. 26th, 2010 01:55 pm (UTC)
OH MY GOSH SIN SIN SIN-SAMA HOW DO YOU DO IT.

DRACO, SO AMAZINGLY IN-CHARACTER! “Oh yes, real classy Potter.” had me dying and going to incharacter Draco heaven and being resurrected because the git didn't think it fit to have a muggle in his paradise. well ;___; BUT OH GOSH ♥

And the last line was win. THE EVIL DRACO MALFOY SMIRK OF SNEAKY TRIUMPH! Ahhhhhh I worry for Harry~

AND HARRY kajshfkjashjkdsa HARRY WHY SO ADORABLE. Probably trying to hide his embarrasment and thoughts of whythehelldidIdothat and shutting Draco up with a kiss just alsjfjkhasdjka guhh my heart. *u*

Short but really sweet and awesome and has a DRACO THAT IS SO IN CHARACTER. You will not believe how many Dracos I've come across fandom that were terribly OOC (Veela!Draco deserves a special mention XD).


jkagsdjhgsad just KJDSAHJKSD THANK YOU SO MUCH! ♥♥♥


unfortunately, there will be totally more incoherent comments to follow when I find the time to read the other fics. XD;;
sinnatious
Nov. 27th, 2010 12:43 am (UTC)
XD You're welcome! ♥ I am relieved you like it! I've never written anything in Harry Potter fandom before so was rather nervous. ^_^;
sigart
Nov. 26th, 2010 11:30 pm (UTC)
Oh gawd. That last one especially was... beyond priceless! *___* I don't care if you ever even get around to mine, because that totally blew me.

I love your 5th Act!Cloud, have I told you that yet?
sinnatious
Nov. 27th, 2010 12:44 am (UTC)
♥ Thank you~ Don't worry, I'll get around to yours eventually, this is just the first five! We have weeks until Christmas yet.
swyrel
Nov. 29th, 2010 12:43 am (UTC)
Poor druken Zack. And Genesis still showing his jealousy by setting him on fire. lmao

I still haven't read the manga for the universe the PoT one is in. But it all fits the characters so well. Great job on that one~ <3

Hmm...I wonder if the snogging the enemy to get them to be an ally thing would work on Voldemort...according to fic, yes it will. =)
sinnatious
Nov. 29th, 2010 03:50 am (UTC)
Thanks~

Heh, there must be hundreds of such fanfics! XD 'All Voldemort needs is a hug and a kiss!'
sanctumsfw
Dec. 2nd, 2010 07:15 am (UTC)
I loved this little trip back to Act V!

Could. Not. Stop. Smiling. At. Every. Word! I've been squishing my cheeks between my palms to try to get my face to behave itself a little, but I'd read another few words into the paragraph, feel the need to burst out guffawing, and continue to squish my face. Cloud and Sephiroth NEED more of Zack's commentary in their lives to get them to do something a little different from their day-to-day routine. (Though Genesis's fireballs may be somewhat of a deterrent. Come now, Commander Rhapsodos, just be the smart cookie you know you can be and think of other ways to beat the General at his game!)

I need to take a short break from laughing so hard. My stomach hurts now. More soon, please???
sinnatious
Dec. 2nd, 2010 01:44 pm (UTC)
Thank you~ It was fun coming back to that verse for me too. Genesis is such a pyromaniac.

XD A couple of other people requested Fifth Act verse drabbles, so some more should be turning up soon!
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aschenhimmel
Dec. 9th, 2010 08:20 pm (UTC)
You win internetz with this piece of WIN. XD

Oh Zack, you and your alcohol-induced craziness. Cloud might've become the paragon of badass, but the poor guy still can't catch a break. XD Imagining Genesis in this scenario is friggin' golden hilarious!

But of course, Sephiroth takes the cake.

And I totally love the last line. :D
reighost
Dec. 10th, 2010 02:43 am (UTC)
*WIDEGRIN*

First Natsume, it was perfect... cant really add more to the other comments than what is already written, lots more love from me for that particular ficlet.

FFVII gets and honorable mention for having me laugh through the *entire* fic and for Zack saying what everyone is thinking when they get into the fandom XD

“He’ll come around,” Zack drunkenly consoled his General. “After all, he said the same thing about being your friend!”

this line was GOLD!

... Bwahaha! Now Seph is going to be stalking with the intention to seduce rather than befriend XD
sinnatious
Dec. 22nd, 2010 10:55 am (UTC)
XD And 'hijinks ensue', right?

Thanks!
teekoness
Dec. 21st, 2010 10:06 pm (UTC)
Harry/Draco - I loved the utter absurdity of it. And Draco's deadpan snarking is to die for.

Cloud/Sephiroth - I enjoyed that while it is hilarious, it also had a degree of realism too. The developing friendship (or other 'ship) has a feeling of natural progression but bit by bit they're getting there. You get credit for not taking a shortcut and it's more interesting that way.

Also Cloud? You do remember what Aeris is like? - don't you? She might be somewhat ethereal and look like a princess, but she's secretly the queen of pervs. I wouldn't put it past her to propose the idea.
sinnatious
Dec. 22nd, 2010 10:54 am (UTC)
I'm not even that much of a Draco fan, but I have to admit, he's fun to write.

Thanks! Ha, I could probably write a full-length fic for that prompt if I were at all naturally inclined to do sequels. It would make for a potentially violent romantic comedy.

XD That reminded me of Aeris's character synopsis in the original FFVII booklet - how's she a girl with mysterious powers, but seems 'more interested in the developing love triangle between her, Cloud, and Tifa.'

I'm working on your prompt right now. It will probably be finished very soon, but I likely won't get around to posting before Christmas. :( Sorry!
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reighost
Dec. 24th, 2010 07:31 pm (UTC)
... i just read this again and am imagining Zack's reaction to waking up to the mother of all bruises from cloud and scorched from Genesis's fire spell and going "WTF happened last night?!?" and cloud will be all *glaringbutblushing* and Seph will smirk and Zack will be all O_o I dontremember!WHatHAPppenED?!?

...

bwa ha ha!
kitty11chan
Jan. 14th, 2011 05:27 am (UTC)
Zack & Genesis drunk are simply made of win. I love how jealous Genesis got when Zack suggested Cloud & Sephiroth get together.
reighost
Jan. 21st, 2011 12:12 pm (UTC)
... one more thing that came to mind when i read this? Cloud would totally be the power in that relationship seph/cloud wise.

If sephiroth pissed him off he'd be sent to the couch lol there are so many jokes you could put into that XD Tsundere!cloud or maybe Bitchywife!cloud XP
yuanhua
Feb. 2nd, 2011 05:21 pm (UTC)
*heart heart*

I'm SO glad I've come to visit your livejournal after reading Act V at ff.net!! In fact, I've already re-read & re-read & re-read (and on on on) all the chapters that I've lost count! This story really that GOOD!

To read all the dabbles/sequels, really makes my day, especially after particularly this one! I was slightly pouty when the main story is gen, but this works as well!! XD

Hopes there will be more Seph & Cloud interaction dabbles in the future, even it's just gen. I can make do with my very imaginative mind anytime! ;D
sinnatious
Feb. 3rd, 2011 09:46 am (UTC)
Heh, you must not have been the only one disappointed at the gen nature of it, since that's two years in a row I've had pairing sidefic requests for it now. XD Glad you liked it!
love_michiyuki
Aug. 19th, 2012 03:02 pm (UTC)
lmao, tipsy Sephiroth is fun xD
(Anonymous)
Jan. 18th, 2013 05:36 am (UTC)
Harry Potter

I would not have minded this being canon, but alas. orz

FFVII

Ah, nothing soothes the soul quite as well as well-written crackfic.
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