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gracie_musicaTitle: Nanashi (No Name)
Date Written: 11/4/05
Rating: PG
Word Count: 190
Fandom: Saiyuki
Characters/Pairings: Kami-sama
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Volumes 7-9
Disclaimer: Not mine.
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cecilydolce--Happy birthday darlin'!
A child with no name. He had never even wanted one, actually. Boy or Hey You had always been sufficient, anyway. He'd come to anything, like a lost puppy.
Besides, his toys had never needed names, so why should he?
Toys were fun. They didn't ask annoying questions. They didn't judge him because he was dirty and scrawny and had a bandaged forehead. They protected him when he was sleeping, comforted him when he was sad. They never, ever abandoned him. Unconditional love flowed from stuffed animals and plastic figures.
And they shared their food, what little they could get. They were the perfect family.
Eventually the boy grew up, as boys do. But his love for toys didn't diminish as his size increased--it grew, actually. He soon had a whole castle full of toys and games to play with.
It was his own personal Heaven.
Then, one day, he found the perfect toy: a child. Young. Innocent. Impressionable.
Trusting. Trusting beyond comprehension.
So he changed his name. Kami-sama, "Lord God".
After all, weren't humans just the playthings of the gods?
---
Title: Staking a Claim
Non Challenge
Date Written: 11/4/05
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Fandom: Tsubasa
Characters/Pairings: Toya/Yukito
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: Cross-posted to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
clamp100
I had my first kiss when I was seven. Toya told me that his mother was pregnant. He was so excited, chattering on about how he was hoping for a little brother to play with.
"But what if you get a little sister?" I asked, smiling at his joy.
He stopped suddenly, looking at me with those dark, serious eyes. "I'd be afraid she'd steal you away from me."
Then he leaned in and kissed me--short, chaste, unpracticed, and oh so sweet.
And a thousand and one kisses later, he still owns that same claim on me, mind, body and soul.
---
Title: Fashion Victim
Challenge: Oscar Wilde Quotes
Date Written: 11/4/05
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Fandom: Tokyo Babylon
Characters/Pairings: Subaru, Hokuto
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: Cross-posted toclamp100
Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months
--Oscar Wilde
"Oh, good gods!" Hokuto cried, clasping her face. "Subaru, what the hell is this?"
The young onmyouji raised his eyebrows at his sister. "That would a picture of you."
"But it's so old." The older twin picked up the picture. "Gods, look at what I was wearing."
"Hokuto-chan... That picture was taken three months ago."
"And this fashion is so out. I'll give you a new one. How could I have found this attractive?"
Subaru just shook his head.
---
Title: Inner Monologue
Date Written: 11/4/05
Rating: R
Word Count: 604
Fandom: Saiyuki
Characters/Pairings: Sanzo, Hakkai (mentioned), Gojyo (mentioned), Goku (mentioned), random women
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: Sanzo's POV. I dunno where this came from, but it sure as hell was fun to write.
A man can be happy with any woman as long as he does not love her.
--Oscar Wilde
My body and my heart are torn. My body is sated, relaxed, content.
My heart feels so damn empty. More empty than before we came into this town.
Another nameless, faceless woman is in the cheap hotel bed next to me, sleeping for the moment. This one's petite, small-breasted and lithe...
And brunette.
Short brown hair that is currently sticking up at all angles and reminding me of the monkey.
That thought makes my heart ache. I'm supposed to guard Goku, protect him from things like lust, not want to bed him. Maybe it's this damned trip, being in a car with him day after day after day, want driving me crazy.
Heh, that's a funny thought. This fucking field trip making me more screwed up than I already am.
My taste for brunettes has increased twofold since the day Goku and I left Chang'an. I never knew that so many women in China had emerald eyes; and deep green eyes combined with short brown hair is quickly becoming my Achilles Heel.
I'm also developed a thing for women with glasses--it's pretty rare to find them, actually, but when I do it's impossible for me to resist them. The last time I had a woman with glasses, she had been a librarian. Tall, long legs and brown hair.
She had also been stacked, which ended up being a huge turn-off, surprisingly. But when I took her from behind, I almost called out Hakkai's name.
Redheads, too, are becoming a weakness of mine. Particularly redheads with sexy as hell smiles, the ones that slowly slide across their faces. One of those slow smiles is enough to get my dick throbbing against my jean zipper.
I've found that brothels are actually rather fond of half-breed women, too--being sterile, they don't run the risk of being put out of commission by a baby. Patrons also rather enjoy abusing taboo children, cutting and burning and raping them to vent their anger and frustration towards the demon race.
Whenever I have those women, though, I'm uncharacteristically... gentle... with them.
Hey, the kappa isn't the only one who's paid for sex before.
Honestly? I used to be into just long-haired, fair-headed women; some sort of latent Electra complex, I guess. I actually enjoyed falling asleep in the arms of someone who looked like Koumyou.
Now my libido's drawn to the likenesses of my travel companions: dark green eyes, redheads, brunettes, well-built women.
I'd laugh if it wasn't so damn pitiful.
The woman next to me stirs, rolling over to watch me smoke my cigarette. The dingy white sheet falls around her waist, her tiny, perky tits barely visible in the poor light coming from the hallway. "You're pretty good for a priest."
Not what I want to hear. I want to hear a cheerful voice telling me he loves me, begging for food, begging for me to never leave him.
"I always thought most priests were celibate."
"I'm not the best of priests," I reply, rolling over to stub out my cigarette in the ashtray on the bedside table.
"Well, you're better than most men. And you've still got me for a few hours. Wanna go again, baby?"
I look over at her in the darkness, and I can imagine those golden eyes staring back at me with adoration. I lean in to kiss her, rolling on top of her slight body.
The best thing about brothel women?
They don't bitch when you call out someone else's name.
---
Title: Swapping Notes
Date Written: 11/4/05
Rating: PG
Word Count: 438
Fandom: FAKE
Characters/Pairings: Drake/JJ, Dee/Ryo
Warnings: None
Spoilers: All the way up through Like Like Love
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: Sequel to Untitled, a Drake/JJ fic I wrote. Basically, all that's really needed to know is that in it, I have JJ as a quarter Chinese (from his mother's side).
"Hey, uh, Dee?"
Dee Laytner looked over at his longtime friend, Drake Parker. Both of them were up on the roof of the 27th Precinct, smoking cigarettes. They were partners for the day, their respective partners (and lovers) on assignment in Chinatown as translators for another case in the department.
"What is it, man?"
"I have a really odd question to ask you."
Dee raised an eyebrow. "Drake, we've been friends for years. I think I can handle it."
"Well, it's a personal question, really."
Dee flicked his cigarette, watching a clump of ashes fall to the street below. "It's about sex with Ryo, isn't it?"
Drake nodded. The two of them, while they didn't talk about their relationships in front of their partners, would occasionally talk about the less personal aspects of their romances.
"Just don't tell Ryo I'm telling you, I'll be in the monkey brat's room for a month."
"Well... You know how JJ's part Chinese?"
Dee nodded, taking another drag off his cigarette.
"And since Ryo's part Japanese, I just wanted to ask... Sometimes during sex, does Ryo just start saying random things in Japanese?"
"JJ does that too?" Dee replied, pointing at Drake with his cigarette. "In Mandarin, of course."
"Why do they do that?" Drake wondered aloud. "It's good, but it is that good?"
"Hey, I happen to think it's incredibly sexy," Dee countered. "I mean, think about it: We can make our lovers regress back to a point where they can only think in the first language they were taught. Damn if that's not an ego boost."
"And it is a creative way to learn both terms of endearment and profanities in their native tongues," Drake said, nodding in agreement.
"I have a list about as long as my arm of Japanese words I know now," Dee said proudly.
Drake cocked his head from side to side, rolling his shoulders. "I've only picked up one term: wo ai ni."
"What's that mean?"
Drake nearly blushed. "I love you."
Dee smiled as he took another drag off his cigarette. "What's JJ's Chinese name?" he asked, changing the subject slightly.
Drake sighed. "I have no frickin' idea. He says the whole thing in one big go, I can't even decipher when one name stops and another starts. It's three names, last name first," the brunette clarified, flicking the butt of his cigarette over the edge of the building.
"Which is why Japanese is clearly the superior language," Dee teased, doing the same.
"Oh, I am so telling! JJ's gonna kick your ass for that one."
"He'll have to beat Ryo to it when he finds out."
Date Written: 11/4/05
Rating: PG
Word Count: 190
Fandom: Saiyuki
Characters/Pairings: Kami-sama
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Volumes 7-9
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: For
cecilydolce--Happy birthday darlin'!A child with no name. He had never even wanted one, actually. Boy or Hey You had always been sufficient, anyway. He'd come to anything, like a lost puppy.
Besides, his toys had never needed names, so why should he?
Toys were fun. They didn't ask annoying questions. They didn't judge him because he was dirty and scrawny and had a bandaged forehead. They protected him when he was sleeping, comforted him when he was sad. They never, ever abandoned him. Unconditional love flowed from stuffed animals and plastic figures.
And they shared their food, what little they could get. They were the perfect family.
Eventually the boy grew up, as boys do. But his love for toys didn't diminish as his size increased--it grew, actually. He soon had a whole castle full of toys and games to play with.
It was his own personal Heaven.
Then, one day, he found the perfect toy: a child. Young. Innocent. Impressionable.
Trusting. Trusting beyond comprehension.
So he changed his name. Kami-sama, "Lord God".
After all, weren't humans just the playthings of the gods?
---
Title: Staking a Claim
Non Challenge
Date Written: 11/4/05
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Fandom: Tsubasa
Characters/Pairings: Toya/Yukito
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: Cross-posted to
clamp100I had my first kiss when I was seven. Toya told me that his mother was pregnant. He was so excited, chattering on about how he was hoping for a little brother to play with.
"But what if you get a little sister?" I asked, smiling at his joy.
He stopped suddenly, looking at me with those dark, serious eyes. "I'd be afraid she'd steal you away from me."
Then he leaned in and kissed me--short, chaste, unpracticed, and oh so sweet.
And a thousand and one kisses later, he still owns that same claim on me, mind, body and soul.
---
Title: Fashion Victim
Challenge: Oscar Wilde Quotes
Date Written: 11/4/05
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Fandom: Tokyo Babylon
Characters/Pairings: Subaru, Hokuto
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: Cross-posted to
clamp100Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months
--Oscar Wilde
"Oh, good gods!" Hokuto cried, clasping her face. "Subaru, what the hell is this?"
The young onmyouji raised his eyebrows at his sister. "That would a picture of you."
"But it's so old." The older twin picked up the picture. "Gods, look at what I was wearing."
"Hokuto-chan... That picture was taken three months ago."
"And this fashion is so out. I'll give you a new one. How could I have found this attractive?"
Subaru just shook his head.
---
Title: Inner Monologue
Date Written: 11/4/05
Rating: R
Word Count: 604
Fandom: Saiyuki
Characters/Pairings: Sanzo, Hakkai (mentioned), Gojyo (mentioned), Goku (mentioned), random women
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: Sanzo's POV. I dunno where this came from, but it sure as hell was fun to write.
A man can be happy with any woman as long as he does not love her.
--Oscar Wilde
My body and my heart are torn. My body is sated, relaxed, content.
My heart feels so damn empty. More empty than before we came into this town.
Another nameless, faceless woman is in the cheap hotel bed next to me, sleeping for the moment. This one's petite, small-breasted and lithe...
And brunette.
Short brown hair that is currently sticking up at all angles and reminding me of the monkey.
That thought makes my heart ache. I'm supposed to guard Goku, protect him from things like lust, not want to bed him. Maybe it's this damned trip, being in a car with him day after day after day, want driving me crazy.
Heh, that's a funny thought. This fucking field trip making me more screwed up than I already am.
My taste for brunettes has increased twofold since the day Goku and I left Chang'an. I never knew that so many women in China had emerald eyes; and deep green eyes combined with short brown hair is quickly becoming my Achilles Heel.
I'm also developed a thing for women with glasses--it's pretty rare to find them, actually, but when I do it's impossible for me to resist them. The last time I had a woman with glasses, she had been a librarian. Tall, long legs and brown hair.
She had also been stacked, which ended up being a huge turn-off, surprisingly. But when I took her from behind, I almost called out Hakkai's name.
Redheads, too, are becoming a weakness of mine. Particularly redheads with sexy as hell smiles, the ones that slowly slide across their faces. One of those slow smiles is enough to get my dick throbbing against my jean zipper.
I've found that brothels are actually rather fond of half-breed women, too--being sterile, they don't run the risk of being put out of commission by a baby. Patrons also rather enjoy abusing taboo children, cutting and burning and raping them to vent their anger and frustration towards the demon race.
Whenever I have those women, though, I'm uncharacteristically... gentle... with them.
Hey, the kappa isn't the only one who's paid for sex before.
Honestly? I used to be into just long-haired, fair-headed women; some sort of latent Electra complex, I guess. I actually enjoyed falling asleep in the arms of someone who looked like Koumyou.
Now my libido's drawn to the likenesses of my travel companions: dark green eyes, redheads, brunettes, well-built women.
I'd laugh if it wasn't so damn pitiful.
The woman next to me stirs, rolling over to watch me smoke my cigarette. The dingy white sheet falls around her waist, her tiny, perky tits barely visible in the poor light coming from the hallway. "You're pretty good for a priest."
Not what I want to hear. I want to hear a cheerful voice telling me he loves me, begging for food, begging for me to never leave him.
"I always thought most priests were celibate."
"I'm not the best of priests," I reply, rolling over to stub out my cigarette in the ashtray on the bedside table.
"Well, you're better than most men. And you've still got me for a few hours. Wanna go again, baby?"
I look over at her in the darkness, and I can imagine those golden eyes staring back at me with adoration. I lean in to kiss her, rolling on top of her slight body.
The best thing about brothel women?
They don't bitch when you call out someone else's name.
---
Title: Swapping Notes
Date Written: 11/4/05
Rating: PG
Word Count: 438
Fandom: FAKE
Characters/Pairings: Drake/JJ, Dee/Ryo
Warnings: None
Spoilers: All the way up through Like Like Love
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: Sequel to Untitled, a Drake/JJ fic I wrote. Basically, all that's really needed to know is that in it, I have JJ as a quarter Chinese (from his mother's side).
"Hey, uh, Dee?"
Dee Laytner looked over at his longtime friend, Drake Parker. Both of them were up on the roof of the 27th Precinct, smoking cigarettes. They were partners for the day, their respective partners (and lovers) on assignment in Chinatown as translators for another case in the department.
"What is it, man?"
"I have a really odd question to ask you."
Dee raised an eyebrow. "Drake, we've been friends for years. I think I can handle it."
"Well, it's a personal question, really."
Dee flicked his cigarette, watching a clump of ashes fall to the street below. "It's about sex with Ryo, isn't it?"
Drake nodded. The two of them, while they didn't talk about their relationships in front of their partners, would occasionally talk about the less personal aspects of their romances.
"Just don't tell Ryo I'm telling you, I'll be in the monkey brat's room for a month."
"Well... You know how JJ's part Chinese?"
Dee nodded, taking another drag off his cigarette.
"And since Ryo's part Japanese, I just wanted to ask... Sometimes during sex, does Ryo just start saying random things in Japanese?"
"JJ does that too?" Dee replied, pointing at Drake with his cigarette. "In Mandarin, of course."
"Why do they do that?" Drake wondered aloud. "It's good, but it is that good?"
"Hey, I happen to think it's incredibly sexy," Dee countered. "I mean, think about it: We can make our lovers regress back to a point where they can only think in the first language they were taught. Damn if that's not an ego boost."
"And it is a creative way to learn both terms of endearment and profanities in their native tongues," Drake said, nodding in agreement.
"I have a list about as long as my arm of Japanese words I know now," Dee said proudly.
Drake cocked his head from side to side, rolling his shoulders. "I've only picked up one term: wo ai ni."
"What's that mean?"
Drake nearly blushed. "I love you."
Dee smiled as he took another drag off his cigarette. "What's JJ's Chinese name?" he asked, changing the subject slightly.
Drake sighed. "I have no frickin' idea. He says the whole thing in one big go, I can't even decipher when one name stops and another starts. It's three names, last name first," the brunette clarified, flicking the butt of his cigarette over the edge of the building.
"Which is why Japanese is clearly the superior language," Dee teased, doing the same.
"Oh, I am so telling! JJ's gonna kick your ass for that one."
"He'll have to beat Ryo to it when he finds out."
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Date: 2005-11-05 11:43 am (UTC)Japanese IS the superior language ... you can write romanji and people understand you.
The Clamp one is also so sweet. Toya and Yukito are the sweetest pair
Kami-sama is also wonderfully innocent, yet a twisted innocent.
(((never read Tokyo Babylon so haven't a clue... sorry darlin)))
(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-05 05:37 pm (UTC)I have no idea where the Saiyuki one came from. It started as a Gojyo piece, but then Sanzo barged in. And the Kami-sama one was actually easier than I thought, once the ball started rolling.
I was a CLAMP whore yesterday, I went out shopping. So Toya and Yukito were glomped. Tokyo Babylon is about Subaru Sumeragi (if you know anything about X). All you really honestly need to know for that piece is that Subaru has an older twin sister, Hokuto, who has very 80's CLAMP fashion sense (lots of puffy stuff, hats, wings, et cetera).
(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-06 02:57 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-06 03:34 am (UTC)Y'know... that would go great with CCS, too, what with the getups Tomoyo has poor Sakura wear.
(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-06 03:36 am (UTC)Psst, your Touya/Yuki drabble was teh fab, too. I loves me a writer well-versed in CLAMP. :D/
(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-06 04:00 am (UTC)I'm such a fangirl. You'll probably see a lot more CLAMP from me.
(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-06 02:52 am (UTC)Seriously, I love the fact that they have these buddy-let's-talk chats -- it kind of reminds me of "Entourage", where the four guy-friends compare stats and boast, and sometimes have really intimate, personal discourses -- and that JJ is part-Chinese. *blushes* I don't know why, but it's really shiny for some reason. Nice drabble you have there. :D
(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-06 03:30 am (UTC)I don't know why, but it's really shiny for some reason.
Maybe because you're a Firefly fan? ^___^ Hubby and I love that show too. And the whole 'I have no frickin' idea' bit is actually true when it comes to me knowing my husband's Chinese name. :: snicker ::
(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-06 03:44 am (UTC)Also: your husband is Chinese? *so jealous* It's bad, I know, to fetishize, but I have such a weakness for 'Asian' men...I'm half in love with most of the male 'dorama' stars on KBS (Korean Broadcasting Something), and the only reason I watch "LOST" these days is to drool. And pray that Jin divests himself of that ragged shirt. And those tattered pants. And that...no, he can keep that handcuff on. >:)
*coughs* Uh...where was I going with this?
(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-06 03:46 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-06 03:57 am (UTC)I also have the biggest crush on B. D. Wong, so you're not the only one who has an Asian fetish. It's all the anime, hand to God.
(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-06 03:59 am (UTC)Mmhmm, anime will be the downfall of us all...
(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-06 04:05 am (UTC)One of Hubby Musica's gal friends is bi, and she adores anime (especially magic girl anime).
And, in her senior year, when she got a girlfriend and told her father, her dad's reaction was, "I knew it. It's all that anime. Anime gives you the gay."
:: DIES ::
Of course her reaction of "Nu-uh, it only gives you the bi" was fabulous too.
(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-06 04:12 am (UTC):: DIES ::
*seconds your death and raises you one ROLLZ* XDDD
(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-06 02:55 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-06 03:31 am (UTC)Wow, that hurt to think about.
(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-10 08:58 am (UTC)Swapping Notes is just as cute as its sequel. It's funny how their perspectives are so different. But at least they all agree that the physical relationship is good. It's so cute how Dee's so proud of knowing all those Japanese words. You did a great job on these fics, and I am glad you shared it with us. Thanks! ^_^
(no subject)
Date: 2005-11-10 05:33 pm (UTC)Thank you! I'm so glad you like my writing, it's a big compliment to see your reply in my mailbox, especially on my own personal journal. :: hugs ::