valarltd | The Drabble challenge

I did it. 7 drabbles in 6 fandoms.

For

kwaldo12, Batman, Bruce/Dick

Pains
Blood is rare, but there is always pain. Pain of bruises, strained muscles, tired eyes and late nights.

Dick pushes himself anyway. Robin cannot fail. Dick must not fail.

After the pain, there is Alfred. Alfred with compresses, hot baths and food, Tylenol and a soft, clean bed.

After Alfred, there is Bruce. Different pain and different comfort. Pain that strikes to his very self, and comfort of strong arms and soft words.

Dick leaps, landing nimbly on the sidewalk. Lately, there is new pain, one neither Alfred nor Bruce can help. He watches Barbara with hungry unseen eyes.

For

ellabel, Yami no Matsui, Tsuzuki/Hisoka

Wake-up Call

Hisoka woke up alone. Grey Nagasaki dawn slid in through the window. Only to be expected. Typical of his lazy, useless partner. Tsuzuki had probably wandered off. Maybe it was report day at Hades.

Hisoka rolled back over, but couldn’t get to sleep. He was dead. He wasn’t supposed to need sleep, but even immortals tired.

A smell drifted in, tickling his nose, pulling him further awake.

“Good morning.” Tsuzuki sat down on the side of the bed and held the cinnamon rolls under Hisoka’s nose. Hisoka opened one eye.

Tsuzuki kissed the tip of his nose with cinnamon breath.

For

roina_arwen Star Wars, Chewbacca and an Ewok

Night Thoughts

I sit, taking the scents of the sleeping world. My humans exhausted themselves, and the little ones as well.

I was unchivalrous this night. One of the littles came to me, amazed at my height. She groomed me in a way the unpelted cannot understand. A way that proffers intimacy. I could not. She was tiny; it would have been like taking a cub of my own people. Humans may do such harm–-I have seen young Luke’s hand–-but wookiees do not.

Far away, Malla awaits me. She already knows, by way of our mind-bond. I have done well.

For

watergal, Battlestar Galactica, Apollo/Starbuck (when it was still slash)

It’s against the regs to hug a junior officer unless you mean it. The words echoed in Apollo’s mind all the way back to Galactica.

Later, he found Starbuck sitting alone, his ambrosia untouched, staring out a viewport.

“Not your usual evening routine.” Apollo sat down.

“Too much to think about. I’m going to bed.”

Apollo went along. They talked of nothings.

At Starbuck’s quarters, Apollo moved closer. “I did mean it.” Starbuck turned around, confused. Light dawned when Apollo added, “I mean this too,” and kissed him.

“You want to come in?” Starbuck gave a shy smile. “Or stay?”

For

scarlettmoon, BtVS, Buffy/Faith

The Night Before

“You’re tense, B. The kids have got you all tied in knots.” Faith’s hands worked over Buffy’s shoulders, just hard enough to untie the knots.

“They’re going to die. All of them. It will be my fault.” Buffy stretched under Faith’s touch, letting her work.

“It’s nobody’s fault. It’s the job description.”

“I know. They just won’t learn!”

“Now you sound like the G-man.” Faith’s laugh was different now, uncomplicated.

“He’s contagious.”

Another laugh, and Faith stroked Buffy’s face. A soft kiss was met with greedy need.

“That’s not in the job description.”

“No, that’s just me. Missed you, B.”

For

jedi_penguin, Indiana Jones, Gen

Some Escape

Indy slipped behind the pillar and let the guards thunder past. The burnoose hid him from casual observers, but his movement was still not middle-eastern. He clutched the Knife of the Prophet, making sure it was secure.

He sidled down an unremarkable corridor, only to tumble through a trap door. Down a long slide, head over heels, he fell.

Perfume and feminine giggles assailed him at the bottom. He let the face-wrap fall. Not the usual result of a trap. This hadn’t been on any map.

The museum was going to pay double this time.

For

morgan_d, Star Wars. Han confronts Leia about the way she kissed Luke back on Hoth.

Too Much Information

“Brother?”

She nodded.

The wheels in his head whirred. “But on Hoth–“

Two fingers across his lips, then her mouth, silencing him. Her mouth. Which had been on Luke’s, more than once, in ways not sisterly. Sweet and soft, like Luke’s. They even kissed alike.

“What the hell.” They hadn’t known. Anymore than they’d known he’d kissed them both, had them both.

“I also know Corellians consider it good manners to bond to both of a set of twins. Something about they share a soul?”

“Bond?”

“Luke’s willing to share.”

“You or me?”

“Both.” She kissed him again.

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