Free Four Hundred Word Drabbles

[forchancookie]

Obviously, I have been very lax in my writing lately. So very lax. I was thinking of doing another drabble on demand thing but it's the Fourth of July, so I'm gonna do something crazy! Instead of mere hundred word drabbles, I'm gonna do FOUR hundred word drabbles D: I know! So crazy right? XD

I didn't fill my ten person queue last time, so I won't bother having a cut off point this time around. All seekers will get 400 words of whatever. Your job is to give me a fandom/specific characters and a prompt, such as "pancake syrup" or "lip gloss". You get the point right? You're not limited to slash/yaoi. I will also give you het or yuri cause I'm flexible like that, though it won't be posted here. It can come from any fandom that I'm in or movie I've seen....obviously you don't know all that that entails, but just ask and I'll yay or nay.

You can look at the last round of drabbles over here. Now, hit me with some prompts!

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[pixelgoddess.livejournal.com]

Goku, Vegeta, blue
(I liked your Vegeta and Piccolo story. Very cute. Makes me wish there were more of that pair.)

Orange

[forchancookie.livejournal.com]

Thanks ^_^ Now here's yours.

Orange

Vegeta moaned in his sleep as fire ran through his veins. The name on the tip of his tongue died away as his eyes opened and he caught a glimpse of blue. He groaned and closed his eyes as he realized it had been a dream. The person that made his blood sing wasn't there. There was no black hair on the pillow beside him, only blue. They often argued about the color.

"Turquoise!" she'd say. Sometimes "cyan" or even "aquamarine."

"Blue!" He always snapped back until she threw up her hands in disgust.

He sighed as he opened his eyes again. He eased off the bed and pulled on his blue jumper.

"Royal blue," she'd say.

He didn't argue then. He, a Prince, was wearing it. That made it more regal than simple old blue.

Vegeta left the house and took to the skies, heading in the direction that he knew he'd find that infuriating idiot in orange. It was a terrible color. It assaulted the eyes obnoxiously, flashing like a warning. The man was such a fool that no one ever heeded that warning. Not even himself. He had to test it, just to be sure.

He knew now. He'd tested it time and again. He'd fought with him, pushed him, and finally fused with him. His blood sizzled at the memory. They had been one. He had felt that power. It had melded with his own. Once he tasted it, he was addicted. Hopelessly, helplessly ensnared.

When he saw the flash of orange, he sought it out like a missile, diving in to deliver a punch that was instantly blocked and countered.

"Kakarott."

"Vegeta!" Goku replied brightly while trying to bury his fist in Vegeta's solar plexus.

The fight was quick, because that wasn't what he needed. He shredded the orange. Goku shredded the blue, until all that was left was flesh. They clashed again. Lips met. Teeth bit. Hands groped and it felt good. This fusion, different from the other. Better. More intense. More pleasurable. He buried his hands in thick black hair as the fire washed through him, consumed him, and resurrected him from the ashes.

Afterwards, they lay together in the shredded remains of their clothes. Goku curled up next to him like an overgrown puppy as he stared up at the sky. Blue. It would never mean as much to him as orange.

[yami-chan.livejournal.com]

Oh yay! Prompts! You know I was thinking about doing something like this, but gave up. I wish I had the time!

Hermione/Pansy. Stockings. >3

Silk

[forchancookie.livejournal.com]

Hermione owned plenty of stockings. She had stockings made of nylon and rayon and wool. They were all nice enough, but they were nothing like Pansy Parkinson's stockings. Pansy's stockings were different. They were smooth and shimmery and always perfect. Pansy never scratched at her stockings like the material made her itch and there were never any ladders in Pansy's stockings. There was something about them that she couldn't quite put her finger on, so she watched those slim legs. She watched them as they walked or crossed, delicately, ankle over ankle. Sometimes she wished that Pansy wasn't so ladylike. She wanted to see her sprawl in her chair like Ron and cross her legs ankle over knee. She wanted a glimpse under Pansy's perfectly pleated skirt. She wasn't a pervert. She wasn't like the boys in her year who were all thinking about sex, sex, sex. She just wanted to solve the mystery of Pansy's stockings.

She didn't realize that she'd been staring at Pansy's legs across the library until the girl got up and stalked over to her table. She expected the Slytherin girl to call her out on her staring, maybe make a nasty comment and stalk away. She hadn't expected her to push Hermione's pile of books over and settle delicately on the table. Hermione looked up at her, startled. The predatory expression on Pansy's face sent a shiver down Hermione's spine.

"See something you like Granger?" Pansy's hand went to her knee and fiddled with the edge of her skirt, lifting it higher.

Hermione's eyes were glued to Pansy's pale hand and she licked her lips.

Pansy gave a delighted little laugh. "Do you want to touch?"

Hermione's eyes widened, but before she had the chance to respond, Pansy was up and striding deep into the stacks, glancing back with a come hither stare that had Hermione out of her chair in seconds. Pansy grabbed Hermione's tie and pressed her back against the stacks near the Restricted Section. She took Hermione's hand and pulled it up under her skirt to slide over the garter belt holding up her stockings.

Hermione gasped. "Your stockings..."

"Silk," Pansy whispered softly as she buried a hand in Hermione's thick hair and pressed their lips together.

Then Hermione was lost in the delicate feel of silk stockings and silkier lips that stung like venom and tasted of sweet cinnamon oil.

Re: Silk

[yami-chan.livejournal.com]

Darling, that was amazing! Totally hot and totally welcome after that night I had. <3 You should post it to the Slytherin coms or the femslash coms. Internet can use more Hermione/Pansy.

[tcsilverpelt.livejournal.com]

Woo! Hmmm lets see...

Kouga, Inu Yasha, Hot Ramen

[forchancookie.livejournal.com]

Craaap. I just realized how late I am with your drabble. I promise I started it, but my computer died two weeks ago so I can't even work on it now without restarting it...which isn't a bad idea. Anyway, I'll try to finish it up as soon as I can. Sorry for the insane wait. I'm such a slow poke ^_^;

[pixelgoddess.livejournal.com]

Happy sigh. That was delicious. I like his disillusionment with blue. And the image of Vegeta seeking out that maddening orange, fighting with Goku the instant he arrived, falling straight into lust was fabulous.

[forchancookie.livejournal.com]

Thanks. :D I was worried about too much Bulma at first, but it worked itself out.

Vegeta doesn't want to admit it, but he's addicted to orange. Sure, he likes blue just fine. He wears it often enough, but it just doesn't draw him like orange. He throws his caution to the wind and goes for it. Silly man.