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klenaThings that were supposed to be drabbles but ended up being ficclets that I was due to have done years ago. Possibly actual years. Utter failure Kat!
Almost! Nearly at 500 entries - request of me! Art or fic! Anything you likey! Prompt!
The city lights vanish behind you and you can smell the life clinging to your fur and ha ha ha, you wish you could have seen the look on the Angst Boy's face when he saw poor Lilly's heart laid bare - but then again, and you laugh as you think this, hadn't he seen that already?
Energy sings through your veins and your muscles revel in the joy of movement as you leap acorss a gap in the rooftops - you take pride in the fact you make no sound as you land but - fuck - the buzzing in you increases now and your fur stands on end and - oh, she found you then.
But you enjoy this thrill - the knowledge of the hunt, even if you usually are on the other side so your claws retract and sneaker-clad feet now replace the pads of your paws and you keep running, adjusting to the familiar ache of restriction and laughing.
And your lungs burn and your mucles ache and all you can smell is the jungle and that cute little maid girl and the lights of Mrey scorch in the distance and the anger of a Goddess rumbles in the very marrow of your bones. You grin and cry out,
"You saw my little present, then? Did you like it?", slid around a mock chimney - some people just can't let go of the past now can they? -, "if you don't, bad luck - can't do much!", throw yourself across a gulf, "lost the receipt, you see!"
She snaps then and a whip of lightning cracks around your face, lashing above your eye and you snarl, pushing out in the Core which only causes her to laugh.
You're fucked and you know it so you sink down, drowning in air and blood gushes over your eye and cheek like rain. A break in the pressure and she's there in front of you, hair crackling around her with the remnants of the lightning and she's wearing a smile that Sal'd be proud of. Her eyes cloud with the promise of retribution and you see yourself at the centre - the eye of that storm, and you huff out a laugh. It's weird being on the other side of the cat-mouse game but -damn- if seeing her looking at you like that doesn't make it all worth it.
Her coat ripples in the breeze as she stalks towards you - your grin grows and you taste the tang of your life and Cerios's and Lily - your blood pounds in your ears and you feel alive in her piercing gaze. You draw a knee up to your chest and sling a casual arm over it, slumping against the wall a little more. Blink the blood from your view until all you see is her and, fuck, you're going to enjoy this.
With your most winning smile (and that's pretty fucking winning), you call,
"Oh lightning strike twice~"
"Brother, are you sure you should be doing this? I mean, the Colonel--"
Ed dismissed Al's worry with a flick of his wrist, an unconcerned gesture,
"Of course Al - what harm could it do?"
And, hearing no more of his protests, Ed logged on. The first hour, obviously, he researched alchemy, the second hour? The philosopher's stone (although, disappointingly, most of that searching only lead to a young boy wizard and some scarily obsessed people), then the third hour he looked for homonculi. This is where it began to get interesting for, after reading some vaguely interesting information on a place called Wikipedia, one link directed him to the Ed Elric Shrine.
Vanity trips us all up - however thing's got strange. He clicked on the link marked "fic" our of curiosity and then opened the first link that looked appealing. This all sounds particularly normal, doesn't it?
Only, Ed realised, as he read the opening line of, "Oh God Colonel, harder ahhhh - please!", that maybe this wasn't exactly related to his line of enquiry.
"WHAT THE HELL?!?!?" rang his outrage through the building, yet our young hero couldn't seem to tear his eyes away so he finished the offending article and clicked on the next link.
Six hours later and an extended bathroom break later, Ed stumbled out into the hallway only to find Riza leaning against the wall, waiting for him.
"The Colonel wants to see you, Ed."
"Tell the Colonel to kiss my ass," came the automatic reply before Ed stopped and looked up at Hawkeye as they walked in the general direction of the office.
"Did he say what he wanted?"
Riza blinked in shock but prided herself on the fact that she recovered quickly,
"He wants a report on what you learnt from the 'internet'."
Ed laughed and tugged his hairband out as they reached the Colonel's door.
"Oh, I've got quite a few things to teach him," he laughed, shucking off his jacked as he entered the room.
.
Part of me is quite upset I didn't manage to get "The internet is for porn" in there. Tragic.
He doesn't know how it happened. He was certain that they had just been playing, then he had been distracted by the Sheikah's fingers twitching over his lyre strings and now he had the Sheikah lad pinned against the grass of the Sacred Forest Meadow, hips flush and watching the delicate arching Sheik made when Link ran the tip of his tongue along the shell of his ear or the moan, the blush that accompanied the tracing of the muscles along his abdomen or the gasp he made, the heat in his eyes when Link took his fingers into his mouth, sucking softly and then lightly biting the tip before releasing then.
He doesn't know how it happened and, when Sheik looks at him like that, when Sheik rolls his hips against Link's own, he finds he couldn't care less.
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Almost! Nearly at 500 entries - request of me! Art or fic! Anything you likey! Prompt!
The city lights vanish behind you and you can smell the life clinging to your fur and ha ha ha, you wish you could have seen the look on the Angst Boy's face when he saw poor Lilly's heart laid bare - but then again, and you laugh as you think this, hadn't he seen that already?
Energy sings through your veins and your muscles revel in the joy of movement as you leap acorss a gap in the rooftops - you take pride in the fact you make no sound as you land but - fuck - the buzzing in you increases now and your fur stands on end and - oh, she found you then.
But you enjoy this thrill - the knowledge of the hunt, even if you usually are on the other side so your claws retract and sneaker-clad feet now replace the pads of your paws and you keep running, adjusting to the familiar ache of restriction and laughing.
And your lungs burn and your mucles ache and all you can smell is the jungle and that cute little maid girl and the lights of Mrey scorch in the distance and the anger of a Goddess rumbles in the very marrow of your bones. You grin and cry out,
"You saw my little present, then? Did you like it?", slid around a mock chimney - some people just can't let go of the past now can they? -, "if you don't, bad luck - can't do much!", throw yourself across a gulf, "lost the receipt, you see!"
She snaps then and a whip of lightning cracks around your face, lashing above your eye and you snarl, pushing out in the Core which only causes her to laugh.
You're fucked and you know it so you sink down, drowning in air and blood gushes over your eye and cheek like rain. A break in the pressure and she's there in front of you, hair crackling around her with the remnants of the lightning and she's wearing a smile that Sal'd be proud of. Her eyes cloud with the promise of retribution and you see yourself at the centre - the eye of that storm, and you huff out a laugh. It's weird being on the other side of the cat-mouse game but -damn- if seeing her looking at you like that doesn't make it all worth it.
Her coat ripples in the breeze as she stalks towards you - your grin grows and you taste the tang of your life and Cerios's and Lily - your blood pounds in your ears and you feel alive in her piercing gaze. You draw a knee up to your chest and sling a casual arm over it, slumping against the wall a little more. Blink the blood from your view until all you see is her and, fuck, you're going to enjoy this.
With your most winning smile (and that's pretty fucking winning), you call,
"Oh lightning strike twice~"
"Brother, are you sure you should be doing this? I mean, the Colonel--"
Ed dismissed Al's worry with a flick of his wrist, an unconcerned gesture,
"Of course Al - what harm could it do?"
And, hearing no more of his protests, Ed logged on. The first hour, obviously, he researched alchemy, the second hour? The philosopher's stone (although, disappointingly, most of that searching only lead to a young boy wizard and some scarily obsessed people), then the third hour he looked for homonculi. This is where it began to get interesting for, after reading some vaguely interesting information on a place called Wikipedia, one link directed him to the Ed Elric Shrine.
Vanity trips us all up - however thing's got strange. He clicked on the link marked "fic" our of curiosity and then opened the first link that looked appealing. This all sounds particularly normal, doesn't it?
Only, Ed realised, as he read the opening line of, "Oh God Colonel, harder ahhhh - please!", that maybe this wasn't exactly related to his line of enquiry.
"WHAT THE HELL?!?!?" rang his outrage through the building, yet our young hero couldn't seem to tear his eyes away so he finished the offending article and clicked on the next link.
Six hours later and an extended bathroom break later, Ed stumbled out into the hallway only to find Riza leaning against the wall, waiting for him.
"The Colonel wants to see you, Ed."
"Tell the Colonel to kiss my ass," came the automatic reply before Ed stopped and looked up at Hawkeye as they walked in the general direction of the office.
"Did he say what he wanted?"
Riza blinked in shock but prided herself on the fact that she recovered quickly,
"He wants a report on what you learnt from the 'internet'."
Ed laughed and tugged his hairband out as they reached the Colonel's door.
"Oh, I've got quite a few things to teach him," he laughed, shucking off his jacked as he entered the room.
.
Part of me is quite upset I didn't manage to get "The internet is for porn" in there. Tragic.
He doesn't know how it happened. He was certain that they had just been playing, then he had been distracted by the Sheikah's fingers twitching over his lyre strings and now he had the Sheikah lad pinned against the grass of the Sacred Forest Meadow, hips flush and watching the delicate arching Sheik made when Link ran the tip of his tongue along the shell of his ear or the moan, the blush that accompanied the tracing of the muscles along his abdomen or the gasp he made, the heat in his eyes when Link took his fingers into his mouth, sucking softly and then lightly biting the tip before releasing then.
He doesn't know how it happened and, when Sheik looks at him like that, when Sheik rolls his hips against Link's own, he finds he couldn't care less.
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