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lil_1337Choose a number between 1 and 2488. Comment with that number and a fandom (one you know I know would be good!), and I will write a drabble based on the corresponding song in my playlist.I don't know how soon I can have them but I'll write them for you if you want to play ^-^
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They couldn't really get a common ground, not when Trowa was a circus performer and Quatre was Master Winner. They had tried, really tried, but not matter how many shuttles Quatre caught to see him or how many formal evenings Trowa forced himself to attend they just weren't enough.
He hadn't wanted to see it but it had become evident. The sign had come as a newspaper article speculating about the next Winner heir and when would Quatre Winner marry and give the colonies the next prince in line.
That was that and even though it was more painful that drifting in space Trowa had walked away. It was better this way, it was supposed to be better.
Still when Quatre appeared at his trailer door with nothing but a duffle and a promise to stay Trowa decided to close his eyes and be blind to anything but the signs of love clearly visible in Quatre's eyes.
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It was rare for Duo just to sit on the couch, looking out the window and lost in thought. A soft tune could be heard in the room and Heero stepped inside quietly and let himself listen a bit. The music was faintly familiar but not something he could recognize readily. He waited until Duo turned to look at him.
"This song was playing the day I decided I loved you."
Duo had never said something like that and Heero was cautious as he asked, "Was that the day you told me?"
Duo shook his head. "No. I waited three months before I did that."
"And I broke your heart." Heero shifted his eyes, staring at the wall.
"Yeah, but this is a happy song. I was happy when I decided that I wanted you."
There was movement behind him and Heero raised his eyes just in time to see Duo stand before him, a small smile on his face. "And then you came back."
"I was a fool for leaving," Heero said.
"But you came back," Duo repeated. "It’s a happy song."
"It is?"
Duo leaned closer until their mouths were almost touching. "Yes," he said brushing Heero's lips with his. "It is."
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*snugs*
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Something Good – The Sound of Music (http://mt14.quickshareit.com/share/audio/somethinggood6e7b5.mp3)
It had been difficult to convince him that he was deserving of love. She couldn't even try to comprehend guilt like the one he carried but she could stand by him and say it over and over again, how many times it was needed, "I love you."
It was funny however, that even though her hands weren't the ones stained with blood, she was the one who felt undeserving. She was normal, even boring, growing up with family and then learning to stand on her own feet. And here he was, staying with her, bleeding for her, leaving for her and in the end loving her.
So every time she talks to Kenshin and convinces him that he deserves her, that the good deeds in his past allow him to enjoy love, Kaoru is also telling herself that no matter how mundane her life had been she must have done something good too. After all she was here with him.
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And yes I'm predictable ;)
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It had been a year since Trowa had last seen him and now he was meeting Quatre again, in a club, nonetheless.
He looked young, younger than a soldier had the right to look but then Trowa caught a glimpse of those troubled eyes, just like the ones he had seen from across the space between their Gundams back in the war.
He had closed the distance between them and placed his arms around Quatre's waist. Quatre's surprise turned into a smile and they danced. Words were exchanged, short sentences in the roar of the club and then they were on Quatre's car rushing to his apartment.
They had thrown off their clothes on the way to the bedroom and Trowa pulled them both on the bed, Quatre over him, and they kissed mouths, necks, nipples and stomachs. Trowa was the first to move down, and Quatre was hard when Trowa took him in his mouth.
Quatre went down on him later and it was over for the both of them too soon. But they were young and they were able to go again, trying different things, different touches and kisses and then Quatre had parted his legs and offered.
They fucked.
Trowa was fucking the fifteen-year-old idealist he had met in the war and the seventeen-year-old teenager Quatre was now.
They were young, for the first time they were young, standing on the edge of adolescence and acting their age if only for a night. And in the morning they would fuck again and be young again.
After all they had just found each other again and there were many nights and mornings ahead.
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Les Poissons – The Little Mermaid (http://mt15.quickshareit.com/share/audio/lespoissons0c440.mp3)
Sometimes, just sometimes, Fuji wonders what it would be like to be Taka-san. He has never tried to cook much but he ponders if he would like to have all those ingredients at his disposal, mixing the flavors and using the sharpened blades to cut the sushi in pieces.
The smell of fish on his hands might bother him but then again he might just think of himself like a shell that smells faintly like the sea.
He would enjoy the knives best, he thinks, since the use of them requires such precision and care. He could hum while he works and then he would see people taste his creations.
Sometimes he wonders if he might like it more than tennis.
But then again, he musses as he watches Eiji choke on some wassabi sushi, he might not have that many costumers at all.
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The cigar let a thin line of smoke float into the night air. It curled and then disappeared, moving almost to the sound of a silent tune. Heero's eyes followed down the smoke, to the cigar and the long fingers holding it.
Duo took a slow drag, too aware that he was being watched. He parted his lips and exhaled. He brought his hand down and tipped the cigar, watching the ashes drop to the floor.
Heero put his hand over Duo's and caught the cigar between his index and middle finger. He pried it away from Duo's hand and brought it slowly to his own lips.
Duo held his breath, his eyes fixed on Heero's mouth, watching, expecting.
The cigar fell on the floor, forgotten and their lips met. Heero nibbled on a lower lip and Duo curled his fingers on the edge of Heero's shirt.
"You don't know what you do to me," Heero whispered, his voice hoarse.
"Yeah." Duo licked his lips and pulled Heero to him, "I do."
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It was death and destruction and a shade of flame orange burning and red blood spilling and hurt and pain. It was kids crying, orphans and hunger and street rats with Gundams and rich boys turning their backs on their family. And it was cities in ruins and oceans on flames. The beauty of space trashed and a monster growing and Earth swallowing and drowning and hit after hit, death after death. Killing and that was the only reason the only point. It was dying and cries and noise so loud, so vibrant, consuming, sickening. It was heavy and the sounds and smells and feelings and sights weighted down and down. No hope, no way out, just down and down. And it was the hope of silence and the roar would grow, grow until the world went deaf and mute. It was white rage and destruction and pain. It was screeching and loud and pounding…
"Quatre…"
And Trowa was gone. The world went quiet.
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Duo stood in the middle of the room waiting. He had spent three horrible days wondering, thinking and over thinking until he drove himself crazy. However things went, it would be decided now so when Heero parted his lips to speak, Duo held his breath.
"You."
"You? What the hell kind of answer is that?" Duo narrowed his eyes. "I asked you if you were taking that job as Relena's security chief, you have me waiting for three days for the answer and you just say that? I know you don't like talking that much, Heero, but one word in this case isn't enough… especially if it isn't yes or no."
"You are going back to the colonies," Heero explained.
"Uh huh, so?"
"Relena lives on Earth," Heero spoke slowly.
"I know that." Duo rolled his eyes. "Still doesn't tell me much about your future plans or wh--"
Heero took Duo's chin on his hand and made him look into his eyes. "You," he repeated.
Duo blinked. "Me?" And then saw. "Oh. Oh, me!" He grinned. "That's a no to staying on Earth then?" he held Heero's stare, his smile getting wider. "I guess one word was enough."
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It's Raining Men – Martha Marsh & Ru Paul (http://mt13.quickshareit.com/share/audio/itsrainingmen88838.mp3)
"I thought, after the shock of finding a presumably dead boy in the beach, that he had come from the sky."
"And he had," assured Dorothy. "Fall right from the heavens down to Earth."
Relena laughed. "I guess in a way they all did, arriving from the colonies at the same time."
"Like a Gundam shower, you mean?" Dorothy put her index finger on the side of her lips. "It was raining Gundam pilots."
"That's so wrong, Dorothy," said Relena, shaking her head.
"Exquisite Gundam pilots at that." Dorothy wasn't flustered at all.
"You make it sound all so lewd."
"You spent enough time salivating over them during the war," Dorothy pointed out.
"And I wasn't the only one," Relena gave Dorothy a look.
"Well, I do have eyes and healthy desires."
Relena snorted. "If it was up to you they would have been naked all the time."
"Now there's a though. Raining naked Gundam pilots…" She paused and then fixed Relena with a serious look. "It would be a profitable erotic video."
Relena burst out laughing. "I would like to see you try to convince them of that."
Dorothy smirked. "You know how I like a challenge."
Wisely, Relena decided not to answer but she made a mental note to make Dorothy show the video to her, if she ever managed to make it. She wouldn't want to miss that.
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It wasn't supposed to be this way. He was supposed to fight and die and that should have been the end of it. But he had lived. He had challenged every enemy and in the end he was left with his life and he didn't know what to do with it.
And then the worst had happened. He had started to notice things he had been so carefully trained to ignore and dismiss. He liked the feeling of a hand brushing his, the friendly words shared with his comrades and the warm looks.
But something else had stirred, something far less pleasant. He had found himself longing for that elusive word he couldn't quite define. He didn't know exactly how love worked so he settled for waiting. And he waited, and waited and waited.
Sometimes he hoped he had fulfilled his mission and died. He was tired of waiting.
And then one of them had spoken to him and showed him with kind words how he was already loved in many ways and Heero understood, love wasn't really that hard to come by after all.
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