comma_chameleon | Original Fiction Drabbles

The Devil Made Me Do This Dance – October 19th, 2012 [Carter Valentine/Jacob Knight]

Jake’s no angel, he never has been. He’s done a lot of bad (in his mind) things to get by in a life that’s treated him cruelly, and he doesn’t regret doing what he’s had to do in order to survive a life that’s left him with nothing but scars.

When he meets Carter though, suddenly the things he wants to give – and do – mean something, even if they’re things he’s already given to so many other people.

Suddenly he feels truly lost for the first time.

Too scared to give his heart, and too ashamed to give his body.

Pint-Sized Predator: Part 2 – October 20th, 2012 [Eddie Valentine, Alliance Jinks]

“Did you close up his wound like I showed you?” Eddie asks as he takes a warm damp cloth and scrubs Allie’s face clean of blood.

Allie nods even as he scrunches up his nose in silent protest over having a cloth all over his face. He still doesn’t talk much, not having done it much while alone, and finding it hard to do so now.

Even now, Eddie wonders how old the boy actually is. He has the feeling it’s not even close to the age of ten that he looks like, even if he still acts somewhat childlike.

A Different Kind of PTA – October 21st, 2012 [Reika Larkin, Nanao Maeda]

They’re not like the other moms, and to be honest, Nanao’s kind of glad. The thought that they’re anything like the kind of people who let their kids bully her friend’s son makes her lip curl in disgust, even as she considers ‘forgetting’ to add sugar to the lemonade so they won’t have to cater Parent/Teacher Night again.

As if reading Nanao’s thoughts, Reika lets out a soft snort of laughter and leans in to whisper.

“Makes you want to yell ‘shoe sale at Marks and Spencers!’ just to see if they’ll flail and run for the exit, doesn’t it?”

Birth Day; Death Day – October 22nd, 2012 [Aki/Yukio Katsukawa, Masami Katsukawa]

Aki’s still getting used to the concept of gift giving – it’s not something he’s had a lot of familiarity with.

Still, he thinks that killing Masami is a gift he knows how to give, especially when she has the nerve to track Yu down and call him, causing his lover to spend the night shaking in fear.

He feels no guilt at all as he kills her, enjoying causing as much pain as he can before finishing her off and disposing of her body where no one will ever find it. He knows it’s the gift of peace of mind.

Coming Home – October 23rd, 2012 [Ford Wentham/Makoto Nanami]

As king, Makoto can’t run from court the instant he hears that his lover is home from war, but he wishes he could.

Instead he has to sit there, anxiety pooling in his belly as he thinks about the two years that Ford’s been gone, and the handful of messages he’s gotten in that time; more than anything he’s just grateful that Ford’s home.

When he can finally leave and run up to his room in a decidedly unkingly manner, he nearly cries with relief at the sight of Ford asleep in his bed, uncaring about the now dirty linens.

Coming Home: Part 2 – October 24th, 2012 [Ford Wentham/Makoto Nanami]

Ford’s covered in bruises and fresh wounds – one eye bandaged and his thigh wrapped in linens that have seen cleaner days – and Makoto calls for his physician and servants before attempting to wake the other man.

He knows Ford will protest being spoiled by having someone else bathe him, but the last thing Makoto wants right now is to lose the love of his life to infection when he’s just gotten him back from a war that had gone on for far too long.

His heart can’t handle losing Ford, and his chest tightens with dread just thinking about it.

On the Road Again – October 25th, 2012 [Ford Wentham/Makoto Nanami, Cillian Catherwood]

My dearest hearts,

I think of you daily, and it is those thoughts that give me strength. I am here fighting for both of you, as well as your people… our people.

As loathe as I am to admit it, this war is much harsher than the last, and I worry I will never see your faces again…

Cillian stops reading for a moment. The words on the page are less of a journal entry and more like a glimpse into the knight’s soul, and it’s painful to think he never made it home to be with his loved ones.