A few days ago, I took requests for on-the-go drabble and one-liner requests. Thanks to all who participated, I had a lot of fun and I hope you enjoyed the results!
Crossovers
Rupert Giles/Daniel Jackson, chocolate sauce
"Do I even want to know why General O'Neill's report is smudged with--" here, Giles sniffed cautiously at the smears of brown over the white pages "--chocolate sauce?"
Daniel looked up from the artifact he was poring over to squint at the report, then grinned. "Actually, no. You're better off not knowing." He paused. "But if you want to see Sam stammer for a few minutes, ask her why there's also chocolate sauce on her butt."
Jack Sparrow/Anya, freedom
"You're not as free as you think you are," Anya informed him one day. "Without that boat, where would you be?"
"Ship," Jack corrected automatically, and squinted as he peered toward where the Black Pearl was getting its hull scraped free of barnacles. It was true, to a certain extent; he was constrained by the Pearl's needs, and couldn't make her do more than she was capable. His fate was more in her hands, most times, than in his own.
Still, he figured, there were worse things.
"I'm as free as I want to be," he replied after a moment, and his grin glinted gold in the sunset. "That's freedom in its own right, is it not?"
Non-cross Anime
Snape/Hermione, quiet
They were drawn to each other by the silence. His preference to work without making a sound attracted her like a compass needle to due north, after the noisy clamour that was Gryffindor's common room, and the fact that she was capable of passing the entirety of an afternoon immersed in a book-- had not, in fact, uttered a single word-- had him sneaking surreptitious glances at her more and more frequently.
She didn't make a sound when he kissed her, only clung tighter, and there was only a whisper of noise when he sank inside her body-- an exhale that was more of a sigh. His own indrawn breath was the only outward hint of the depth of his pleasure, and then there was the rustle of fabric as he drew the sheet over them both.
He liked that she did not waste words on mere blandishments; they held more worth to him, that way. So when she murmured, "Good night, Severus," he trusted she truly meant it, and when he replied, "And to you, Hermione," she knew the same.
Rin/Haru, desperate
Rin knows, now, that not all desperation is bad thing. When Haru is poised above her, a half-second away from filling her with his flesh, it is half-sweetness, half-pain.
She clasps him closer, and whispers, "Please."
Kyou/Tohru, stargazing
Tohru sat beside Kyou on the roof, and thought he never looked so handsome as when he was bathed in moonlight. Kyou sat beside Tohru, and thought that somehow the stars looked more beautiful when they were reflected in her eyes.
Inuyasha, wash away
Sometimes Inuyasha looks at Kagome and feels the weight of half a century pressing down upon him. Then she looks at him, and if she smiles, a little of that weight is washed away. He never belonged anywhere before. He found he liked it.
Bleach
Ishida, white
White was the colour of the Quincy outfit, the uniform of the archer, and white was the colour of their ideals and determination and courage.
White was the colour his power blazed when he released it, all of it, to defeat Kurotsuchi Mayuri, and white was the colour of his fear when the Hollow pursued him.
White was the colour of his face when his father appeared, and white was the colour of his betrayal when he agreed to give up his friends for the return of his powers.
Ishida was beginning to hate white.
Sado, white knight
One of the shinigami had mockingly called the ryouka idiots with a misguided sense of knights-in-white-armour syndrome; Sado had overheard a conversation.
He remembered an alley, and men ready to beat him-- possibly to death-- and then he remembered his abuelo, rescuing him. That day, his grandfather had been his white knight. This day, Sado was one of Rukia's (even if he hadn't succeeded).
Sado figured there were worse things to be.
Byakuya/Kuukaku, window
Byakuya sees Kuukaku from the window of his room, as he writes a letter.
His suffering is invisible. He can pretend to forget it, pretend that it never existed, pretend that his heart is whole. The stump of her arm is a clear testament of her suffering, something unavoidable and unforgettable, and yet she strides with such purpose, and she can smile. Byakuya hasn't smiled in decades.
He thinks that perhaps she got the better deal.
Ichigo, voices in his head
Ichigo hears voices in his head. No, idiot, not real voices; just memories of other people who've spoken to him. On good days, they sound like Chad or Orihime or, hell, even Ishida. But on bad days, they sound like his mother or, once or twice, like Rukia.
Ichigo would really like to know who the hell "Kaien-dono" is, and why he'd made Rukia cry.
Hitsugaya, class
Hitsugaya didn't know why he had to attend this 'sensitivity training' class; he was plenty sensitive to those who deserved it-- a select group consisting of Hinamori and, when she wasn't pissing him off, Matsumoto-- and as far as he was concerned, nothing else was needed.
Hitsugaya/Hinamori, diet
"Shiro-chan!" Hinamori shrieked, "you can't survive on a diet of only watermelon! You'll get malnourished! You'll die!"
Hitsugaya spit out another seed, and grinned. "But what a way to go!"
Ishida/Orihime, hugs and kisses
"I've figure out why you're so, you know, repressed," Orihime announced one day.
"Repressed?" Ishida pushed up his glasses and wondered what had brought this on.
"Fine. Uptight, then. Anyway, yes, I've decided it's because you didn't get enough hugs and kisses as a child." Orihime bounced and clapped her hands, rejoicing in her newfound talents in excavating Ishida's deep-seated emotional traumas. "And I'm going to fix you."
"I... wasn't aware I was broken," he replied haltingly, very much taken aback.
But then she was kissing him, and he didn't care so much.
Shuuhei, ticklish
"No," Hisagi replied to Yachiru's persistent inquiry, "it doesn't tickle when you get a tattoo. But then, I'm not ticklish, so I wouldn't know anyway."
She is stupefied by this announcement. Then, with a rather frightening gleam in her eye, she announces, "I bet I can find a ticklish spot on you."
And Hisagi knows true terror.
Urahara, multi-tasking
Urahara smiled happily at Rukia. "I'm afraid I won't be able to track down that shipment of bunny-shaped Pez dispensers for you," he said. "What with running the store, improving my gigai designs, and petting Yoruichi, I'm swamped."
Rukia's foot impacting off his forehead sent him tumbling to the floor. "Learn to multi-task," she growled.
Renji and Izuru, what she wants
"Hinamori misses you. You should go and see her."
Izuru shuddered, just a little. "I can't believe she'd want to be anywhere near me."
"It's what she wants," Renji replied with a shrug, the grinned and added, "No accounting for taste."
Shuuhei and Komamura, sight
It was funny, they each thought later, how they could see and yet that hadn't helped them, hadn't saved them, hadn't spared them from the shockbetrayalpain; Shuuhei and Komamura vowed-- privatelysilentlyalone-- never to be blind again.
Shuuhei, “oh, goddammit”
There were few things that could disturb the stoic Hisagi Shuuhei. One was Zaraki-taichou, smiling; the other was Kuchiki-taichou, smiling. Those were things that just sent a shiver up the spine of the average person.
But when Nanao complained that he'd groped her backside-- totally inaccurate, his hand had accidentally brushed it in the crowded corridor and, well, perhaps had lingered somewhat-- Kyouraku-taichou had pushed back his hat, rested his hand casually on the hilt of his sword, and his smile had faded.
"Hisagi-san," he had said quietly, "I'm afraid I'm going to have to kill you now."
And Hisagi felt his blood run cold.
Renji/Rukia/Byakuya, comfort
It was funny, Rukia mused, how the dynamic of it all worked. Renji deferred to her, she deferred to Byakuya, and Byakuya deferred to Renji. It was a baffling cyclone of mutual need, a symbiosis of pleasure given and comfort received, and the strangest part was how easily they'd fallen into it, as easily as falling into the beautiful blue sea.
Kenpachi and Yachiru, grey hair
Even though she'd been the one to give it to him, Kenpachi couldn't quite seem to shove Yachiru away when she decided his first grey hair needed to be coloured in with black magic marker; standing on his lap, tongue locked between her teeth in concentration, she smelled of candy and dirt and he wondered again why he was never able to tell her 'no'.
Kenpachi and Yumichika, tarot
"I don't like that card," Yumichika stated flatly. "It's ugly."
"It doesn't matter what it looks like, ya idiot," Kenpachi growled at his subordinate. "What matters is what it means! You got The Tower! That means cataclysm and destruction!" He rubbed his hands together in envious glee.
"Yours isn't so bad, taichou," Yumi said consideringly, tilting his head to one side as he inspected it. "Surely a card that beautiful has good advice?"
"Yeah, real good," Kenpachi snorted. "The Empress. I was just thinkin' the other day how I needed to get in touch with my feminine side."
"You'd need to find it, first," Yumichika replied with a sniff. "Better get some dynamite."
Shuuhei/Tatsuki, paycheque
"I can't believe Abarai spent his entire paycheque on a single thing," Tatsuki said with a laugh, pointing to where their fellow shinigami was modeling his newly-purchased pair of designer sunglasses.
Beside her, Shuuhei said not a word; as he hardly ever said anything, this was nothing new, but his silence took on a different feel that was instantly recognizeable after being together for so many years.
"What did you spend your paycheque on, Shuu-kun?" she asked sweetly, which was his only warning before she tackled him, hands searching all over for whatever he'd bought.
The little velvet box hidden in the little pocket in the leg of his hakama was not what she'd expected, nor the ring inside. Most of all, she hadn't ever thought he could blush that hard.
"Oh," she said at last, groping for words in her shock. "Maybe it's ok to blow your whole cheque on one thing, after all."
Shuuhei, art school
"But why does it have to be me who asks him?" Nanao asked of her fellow art class students. "I'm sure he'd model for us if one of you others requested it of him."
"He'd be suspicious of me," Rangiku replied, "and by now, Nemu's got a reputation." Beside her, Nemu nodded gravely. "Hitsugaya would pitch a fit if Hinamori did it, and he flat-out wouldn't believe either Unohana-taichou or Soi Fong-taichou."
"So it's me because I'm more respectable than you two, and less intimidating than them?" Nanao said with a sigh, and fiddled with her glasses. "I still don't understand why it has to be Hisagi. Why not Abarai? He'll use any excuse to get his kit off."
"Seen it. A hundred times, seen it," Soi Fong huffed. "Besides, we have it on good authority that Hisagi is... quite impressive. You know, in a certain department." Her dark eyes gleamed at the idea.
"Who's your source?" Nanao demanded. "I won't do this on mere speculation!"
Unohana stepped forward, hands folded demurely in front of her. "I have given Hisagi-fukutaichou his yearly physical exam for a decade now," she said quietly. "I assure you, the rumours are all true."
Mind a-boggle at that-- the rumours had been quite lavish-- Nanao permitted Nemu to steer her by her shoulders in Shuuhei's direction.
She wanted some confirmation too, now.
Kenpachi, hobby
Kenpachi surveyed the tattered scraps of plastic and wood that littered the ground around him, all that remained of his first and last attempt to build a model airplane.
He hadn't meant to smash it to pieces; it was just that there were so many fiddly little bits and his fingers were clumsy and it had ended up looking so damned stupid.
"I thought Unohana said getting a hobby was supposed to lower my blood pressure!" he roared at his hapless subordinates.
Crossovers
Rupert Giles/Daniel Jackson, chocolate sauce
"Do I even want to know why General O'Neill's report is smudged with--" here, Giles sniffed cautiously at the smears of brown over the white pages "--chocolate sauce?"
Daniel looked up from the artifact he was poring over to squint at the report, then grinned. "Actually, no. You're better off not knowing." He paused. "But if you want to see Sam stammer for a few minutes, ask her why there's also chocolate sauce on her butt."
Jack Sparrow/Anya, freedom
"You're not as free as you think you are," Anya informed him one day. "Without that boat, where would you be?"
"Ship," Jack corrected automatically, and squinted as he peered toward where the Black Pearl was getting its hull scraped free of barnacles. It was true, to a certain extent; he was constrained by the Pearl's needs, and couldn't make her do more than she was capable. His fate was more in her hands, most times, than in his own.
Still, he figured, there were worse things.
"I'm as free as I want to be," he replied after a moment, and his grin glinted gold in the sunset. "That's freedom in its own right, is it not?"
Non-cross Anime
Snape/Hermione, quiet
They were drawn to each other by the silence. His preference to work without making a sound attracted her like a compass needle to due north, after the noisy clamour that was Gryffindor's common room, and the fact that she was capable of passing the entirety of an afternoon immersed in a book-- had not, in fact, uttered a single word-- had him sneaking surreptitious glances at her more and more frequently.
She didn't make a sound when he kissed her, only clung tighter, and there was only a whisper of noise when he sank inside her body-- an exhale that was more of a sigh. His own indrawn breath was the only outward hint of the depth of his pleasure, and then there was the rustle of fabric as he drew the sheet over them both.
He liked that she did not waste words on mere blandishments; they held more worth to him, that way. So when she murmured, "Good night, Severus," he trusted she truly meant it, and when he replied, "And to you, Hermione," she knew the same.
Rin/Haru, desperate
Rin knows, now, that not all desperation is bad thing. When Haru is poised above her, a half-second away from filling her with his flesh, it is half-sweetness, half-pain.
She clasps him closer, and whispers, "Please."
Kyou/Tohru, stargazing
Tohru sat beside Kyou on the roof, and thought he never looked so handsome as when he was bathed in moonlight. Kyou sat beside Tohru, and thought that somehow the stars looked more beautiful when they were reflected in her eyes.
Inuyasha, wash away
Sometimes Inuyasha looks at Kagome and feels the weight of half a century pressing down upon him. Then she looks at him, and if she smiles, a little of that weight is washed away. He never belonged anywhere before. He found he liked it.
Bleach
Ishida, white
White was the colour of the Quincy outfit, the uniform of the archer, and white was the colour of their ideals and determination and courage.
White was the colour his power blazed when he released it, all of it, to defeat Kurotsuchi Mayuri, and white was the colour of his fear when the Hollow pursued him.
White was the colour of his face when his father appeared, and white was the colour of his betrayal when he agreed to give up his friends for the return of his powers.
Ishida was beginning to hate white.
Sado, white knight
One of the shinigami had mockingly called the ryouka idiots with a misguided sense of knights-in-white-armour syndrome; Sado had overheard a conversation.
He remembered an alley, and men ready to beat him-- possibly to death-- and then he remembered his abuelo, rescuing him. That day, his grandfather had been his white knight. This day, Sado was one of Rukia's (even if he hadn't succeeded).
Sado figured there were worse things to be.
Byakuya/Kuukaku, window
Byakuya sees Kuukaku from the window of his room, as he writes a letter.
His suffering is invisible. He can pretend to forget it, pretend that it never existed, pretend that his heart is whole. The stump of her arm is a clear testament of her suffering, something unavoidable and unforgettable, and yet she strides with such purpose, and she can smile. Byakuya hasn't smiled in decades.
He thinks that perhaps she got the better deal.
Ichigo, voices in his head
Ichigo hears voices in his head. No, idiot, not real voices; just memories of other people who've spoken to him. On good days, they sound like Chad or Orihime or, hell, even Ishida. But on bad days, they sound like his mother or, once or twice, like Rukia.
Ichigo would really like to know who the hell "Kaien-dono" is, and why he'd made Rukia cry.
Hitsugaya, class
Hitsugaya didn't know why he had to attend this 'sensitivity training' class; he was plenty sensitive to those who deserved it-- a select group consisting of Hinamori and, when she wasn't pissing him off, Matsumoto-- and as far as he was concerned, nothing else was needed.
Hitsugaya/Hinamori, diet
"Shiro-chan!" Hinamori shrieked, "you can't survive on a diet of only watermelon! You'll get malnourished! You'll die!"
Hitsugaya spit out another seed, and grinned. "But what a way to go!"
Ishida/Orihime, hugs and kisses
"I've figure out why you're so, you know, repressed," Orihime announced one day.
"Repressed?" Ishida pushed up his glasses and wondered what had brought this on.
"Fine. Uptight, then. Anyway, yes, I've decided it's because you didn't get enough hugs and kisses as a child." Orihime bounced and clapped her hands, rejoicing in her newfound talents in excavating Ishida's deep-seated emotional traumas. "And I'm going to fix you."
"I... wasn't aware I was broken," he replied haltingly, very much taken aback.
But then she was kissing him, and he didn't care so much.
Shuuhei, ticklish
"No," Hisagi replied to Yachiru's persistent inquiry, "it doesn't tickle when you get a tattoo. But then, I'm not ticklish, so I wouldn't know anyway."
She is stupefied by this announcement. Then, with a rather frightening gleam in her eye, she announces, "I bet I can find a ticklish spot on you."
And Hisagi knows true terror.
Urahara, multi-tasking
Urahara smiled happily at Rukia. "I'm afraid I won't be able to track down that shipment of bunny-shaped Pez dispensers for you," he said. "What with running the store, improving my gigai designs, and petting Yoruichi, I'm swamped."
Rukia's foot impacting off his forehead sent him tumbling to the floor. "Learn to multi-task," she growled.
Renji and Izuru, what she wants
"Hinamori misses you. You should go and see her."
Izuru shuddered, just a little. "I can't believe she'd want to be anywhere near me."
"It's what she wants," Renji replied with a shrug, the grinned and added, "No accounting for taste."
Shuuhei and Komamura, sight
It was funny, they each thought later, how they could see and yet that hadn't helped them, hadn't saved them, hadn't spared them from the shockbetrayalpain; Shuuhei and Komamura vowed-- privatelysilentlyalone-- never to be blind again.
Shuuhei, “oh, goddammit”
There were few things that could disturb the stoic Hisagi Shuuhei. One was Zaraki-taichou, smiling; the other was Kuchiki-taichou, smiling. Those were things that just sent a shiver up the spine of the average person.
But when Nanao complained that he'd groped her backside-- totally inaccurate, his hand had accidentally brushed it in the crowded corridor and, well, perhaps had lingered somewhat-- Kyouraku-taichou had pushed back his hat, rested his hand casually on the hilt of his sword, and his smile had faded.
"Hisagi-san," he had said quietly, "I'm afraid I'm going to have to kill you now."
And Hisagi felt his blood run cold.
Renji/Rukia/Byakuya, comfort
It was funny, Rukia mused, how the dynamic of it all worked. Renji deferred to her, she deferred to Byakuya, and Byakuya deferred to Renji. It was a baffling cyclone of mutual need, a symbiosis of pleasure given and comfort received, and the strangest part was how easily they'd fallen into it, as easily as falling into the beautiful blue sea.
Kenpachi and Yachiru, grey hair
Even though she'd been the one to give it to him, Kenpachi couldn't quite seem to shove Yachiru away when she decided his first grey hair needed to be coloured in with black magic marker; standing on his lap, tongue locked between her teeth in concentration, she smelled of candy and dirt and he wondered again why he was never able to tell her 'no'.
Kenpachi and Yumichika, tarot
"I don't like that card," Yumichika stated flatly. "It's ugly."
"It doesn't matter what it looks like, ya idiot," Kenpachi growled at his subordinate. "What matters is what it means! You got The Tower! That means cataclysm and destruction!" He rubbed his hands together in envious glee.
"Yours isn't so bad, taichou," Yumi said consideringly, tilting his head to one side as he inspected it. "Surely a card that beautiful has good advice?"
"Yeah, real good," Kenpachi snorted. "The Empress. I was just thinkin' the other day how I needed to get in touch with my feminine side."
"You'd need to find it, first," Yumichika replied with a sniff. "Better get some dynamite."
Shuuhei/Tatsuki, paycheque
"I can't believe Abarai spent his entire paycheque on a single thing," Tatsuki said with a laugh, pointing to where their fellow shinigami was modeling his newly-purchased pair of designer sunglasses.
Beside her, Shuuhei said not a word; as he hardly ever said anything, this was nothing new, but his silence took on a different feel that was instantly recognizeable after being together for so many years.
"What did you spend your paycheque on, Shuu-kun?" she asked sweetly, which was his only warning before she tackled him, hands searching all over for whatever he'd bought.
The little velvet box hidden in the little pocket in the leg of his hakama was not what she'd expected, nor the ring inside. Most of all, she hadn't ever thought he could blush that hard.
"Oh," she said at last, groping for words in her shock. "Maybe it's ok to blow your whole cheque on one thing, after all."
Shuuhei, art school
"But why does it have to be me who asks him?" Nanao asked of her fellow art class students. "I'm sure he'd model for us if one of you others requested it of him."
"He'd be suspicious of me," Rangiku replied, "and by now, Nemu's got a reputation." Beside her, Nemu nodded gravely. "Hitsugaya would pitch a fit if Hinamori did it, and he flat-out wouldn't believe either Unohana-taichou or Soi Fong-taichou."
"So it's me because I'm more respectable than you two, and less intimidating than them?" Nanao said with a sigh, and fiddled with her glasses. "I still don't understand why it has to be Hisagi. Why not Abarai? He'll use any excuse to get his kit off."
"Seen it. A hundred times, seen it," Soi Fong huffed. "Besides, we have it on good authority that Hisagi is... quite impressive. You know, in a certain department." Her dark eyes gleamed at the idea.
"Who's your source?" Nanao demanded. "I won't do this on mere speculation!"
Unohana stepped forward, hands folded demurely in front of her. "I have given Hisagi-fukutaichou his yearly physical exam for a decade now," she said quietly. "I assure you, the rumours are all true."
Mind a-boggle at that-- the rumours had been quite lavish-- Nanao permitted Nemu to steer her by her shoulders in Shuuhei's direction.
She wanted some confirmation too, now.
Kenpachi, hobby
Kenpachi surveyed the tattered scraps of plastic and wood that littered the ground around him, all that remained of his first and last attempt to build a model airplane.
He hadn't meant to smash it to pieces; it was just that there were so many fiddly little bits and his fingers were clumsy and it had ended up looking so damned stupid.
"I thought Unohana said getting a hobby was supposed to lower my blood pressure!" he roared at his hapless subordinates.