Drabble Collection
Posted by KJ on the 18th of May, 2008 at 11:10 pm under Uncategorized. This post has one comment.A list of pretty much every drabble (100-word fic) I’ve ever written and posted publicly. I will add to this list as I write more.
- FFX
- Rikku, Hunt
- Jecht, Homecoming
- FFX-2
- Yuna, Rikku, Paine, A Lesson
- Paine/Nooj, Nightmares
- Baralai/Gippal, Untitled
- Paine/Nooj, By His Side
- Beclem/Chappu Asking for More
- Paine/Gippal, Epic
- Baralai, Paine, Relaxation Methods
- Paine/Gippal, Why
- Baralai/Yuna, Her Reasons
- Baralai/Yuna, Better
- Baralai/Gippal, Breakfast
- Beclem, Chappu, Plans
- Nooj, Aftermath
- O’aka, Wantz, Salesman of the Year
- Other Fandoms
- Ross Gellar (Friends)/Callisto (Xena), Untitled
YRP, “A Lesson” (prompt: Pain, YRP; 150 words)
Ow!” Rikku whirled away, a breath too late. “Careful, those things are sharp!”
Paine glared back, scowl complimenting her Berserker warpaint. “You wouldn’t get hurt if you’d get out of the way.”
Rikku inspected her arm: four thin red lines, evenly spaced, already stinging. “I’m bleeding. From a sparring match. Aren’t you taking this a little too seriously?”
“There are two kinds of fighters: serious and dead.” Paine morphed out of her dressphere; the frown remained. “If it takes a few scratches to teach you the difference, fine.” She pivoted on her heel and stalked off, brushing past Yuna on her way out of the cabin.
Yuna watched Paine go, then moved to Rikku’s side, White Mage sphere in hand. “What was that all about?”
Rikku held out her arm for Yuna’s Cure, still staring at the closed door. “Who knows? Sometimes I don’t think we’ll ever figure her out.”
Paine/Nooj, “Nightmares” (prompt: Solid)
Sometimes Nooj startles himself awake, unable to remember which nightmare became his reality. Is he a Crusader, futilely wielding his sword against Sin? A leader, inciting a frenzy about to explode into civil war? A prisoner, helplessly watching as Shuyin pulls the trigger and laughs?
Or perhaps it’s only his mind refusing to accept a body severed in half and a beach soaked in blood.
But then he feels the weight of Paine in the bed, her breathing an anchor to life. Clasping her close, he shuts his eyes and wills the nightmare to pass so the dream can begin.
Baralai/Gippal, Untitled (prompt: Nooj’s fluffy thing)
Gippal popped through the tent flap and tossed his prize in Baralai’s lap. “You lose!”
“I can’t believe you really did this.” Baralai fingered the soft fur of Nooj’s shoulder guard. “How– ?”
Gippal plopped down next to him. “He’s not exactly gonna notice missing clothes right now.” His grin widened; Baralai raised an eyebrow. “From the noises I heard in there, I think we’re safe for awhile. Now, about that bet you just lost…” His mouth crashed into Baralai’s with enough force to push him back down on the bedroll, and the pelt slipped from Baralai’s hands, temporarily forgotten.
Paine/Nooj, “By His Side” (30_fantasies. Prompt: “Death”)
It was a journey he had intended to take alone, these last few steps into Death, so he was surprised to feel a hand slip into his as he walked along the path.
“Why are you here?” he asked.
Her crimson eyes were clear and bright. “You know why.”
He nodded, then stepped off the cliff. Her grip never faltered as they fell, wind whistling through their hair, surf pounding below.
Before they hit bottom, he woke. Paine was curled next to him, asleep, still holding his hand, her breathing loud in the silent desert.
Nooj slept uneasily after that.
Beclem/Chappu, “Asking for More”
At first, he was just Luzzu’s buddy. Soon he became someone to kick the blitzball around with and later, after many companionable nights around the campfire, a true friend.
Beclem found himself wanting more.
Chappu had a hometown girl and never even looked at Beclem sideways. Still, one night at dinner Beclem let his hand linger just a tad too long on his friend’s shoulder and dared to ask the question, words barely audible.
“Come to my tent tonight?”
Chappu’s surprised look melted, and he nodded, Beclem’s stomach flopping over with relief and desire at the warmth of his smile.
Rikku, “Hunt”
Rikku was bored.
They’d been running around the Calm Lands in circles for hours now, trying to find a Malboro. Where she came from, you ran away from Malboros, not toward them, but whatever; Tidus was determined to get that reward from the monster arena guy and she wasn’t exactly in a position to complain, not after she’d insisted on chasing all those butterflies around the other day.
Grumbling, she peered through the goggles she’d almost forgotten about. There! over by the cliff edge. And with a shout she took off running, irritation forgotten in the thrill of the chase.
Paine/Gippal, “Epic”
When Tidus and Yuna said their vows, everyone cheered and cried and so did Paine, a little. But she’d also secretly rolled her eyes, a little.
“Ever get tired of all this epic romance?” she asked Gippal as revelers swirled around them.
“Vilg yeah.” He dismissed the whole business with a wave. “It doesn’t always have to be true love that lasts forever.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Prove it.”
Once over his shock, he grabbed a wine bottle in one hand and her arm with the other. And in a secluded cove, he presented his proof, to both their satisfaction.
Baralai, Paine, “Relaxation Methods” (prompt: recreation)
Baralai had mentioned something about needing to relax, so Paine had expected him to answer the door with a book in hand, not wielding an eight-inch knife.
“It’s soothing,” he explained, walking into the kitchen. “After a long day, I come home and take out my frustrations on some vegetables.” He handed her another knife. “Here, you try.”
Paine tested the edge on her prey: a carrot. “Strange, using one of these on something that doesn’t fight back.”
He laughed and reached for an onion. They chopped in companionable silence as the comforting smell of stewing meat filled the air.
Jecht, “Homecoming”
Jecht was destroying Zanarkand.
He’d planned to ride in, grab Auron and the kid, and get the hell out, but then the monster took over, filling him with irresistible burning rage. And so he attacked his beloved home, blasts of water ripping through glass and metal like they were tissue, the stadium reduced to rubble before his eyes. Not exactly the homecoming he’d dreamed about for the last ten years.
“Dammit, Auron,” he shouted into the empty cityscape of his mind. “You’ve gotta stop me. Help him stop me!”
A reply came echoing back. “You are sure?”
Yes. He was.
Gippal/Paine, “Why”
He didn’t ask why she came to him at Djose, crimson eyes haunted, looking like a refugee from the desert.
And he didn’t ask why when, after she spent a week hiding out in the encampment, he found her waiting for him in his bed one night, all smooth skin and deft fingers and so much softer than he’d imagined she would be.
And he didn’t ask why she stayed, their friendship sliding into an affair as naturally as the tide rose and fell over the Djose shore.
And then she left, and it was too late to ask why.
Baralai/Yuna, “Her Reasons”
“Thank you for accepting my invitation.” Baralai poured Yuna some wine. “May I ask what changed your mind?”
“To be honest? I’ve been thinking about you lately.”
Surprised into silence by this frank admission, Baralai put down the bottle and stared.
“I’m like Spira.” She rose from her chair and made her way to the Praetor’s side. “Caught in an endless cycle, spiraling through the past. It’s time to find my future.” She took his graceful hand. “And I want you in it.”
Without any further thought or hesitation he slid his free hand into her hair and kissed her.
Baralai/Yuna, “Better”
Baralai laid gentle hands on Yuna’s shoulders as she gazed over the ruins. “I know that I can never be what he was to you.”
“Maybe not,” she admitted. “He was my first love, after all.” She stepped backwards, leaning into his chest for a moment, then turned to meet his eyes with a soft smile. “But I think perhaps you’re something better.”
And then she pulled him into a kiss so warm that he almost forgot the fierce winds of Gagazet blowing down from the summit. He tightened his arms around her and willed her words to be true.
Baralai/Gippal, “Breakfast” (prompt: Baralai finds a loaf of french bread in his bed)
The sound of chewing woke me. Opening my eyes, I discovered a half-eaten loaf of french bread on the pillow, flakes of crust littering the sheets, and I lifted my head to glare at the other inhabitant of the bed.
“What?” Gippal said through his mouthful.
“You’re making a mess.”
“Sorry, ‘Lai. Got hungry, needed an early breakfast.” His eye twinkled. “You wore me out.”
“Flatterer.”
He grinned. “Want some?”
I plucked the loaf from his hand and set it on the bedside table. “I’d rather have something else.”
He lowered his mouth to mine, all thoughts of food forgotten.
Beclem, Chappu, “Plans” (prompt: Beclem, a little more human)
“What will you do if we beat Sin?”
Chappu took the mug that Beclem offered. “Go back home to Besaid, and Lulu. Used to say I’d give her the Cup as a wedding gift, but the Calm would be better, ya?”
“Indeed.” Beclem sipped his own drink. “The perfect time to start a new life.”
“Yevon willing, it’ll be soon. Maybe even this morning, if these babies work as good as the Al Bhed promised.” Chappu checked his machina weapon.
“Yevon willing.” Beclem slapped his friend on the back, then turned to watch the sun rising over the Djose Shore.
Nooj, “Aftermath” (prompt: Crimson Squad flashback)
The world snapped back into focus and Nooj’s hand tightened around the gun, smooth metal anchoring him to reality. Then his fingers went slack as he saw the bodies lying on the ground. Light from the setting sun gently touched her face; blood bloomed from her wounded stomach.
Lurching forward, kneeling by her side, he scrambled for her pulse and found it, weakly beating in her neck. She lived; he could breathe again.
“What… did I do? Why…?”
Wondering had to wait. He stood and shouted for help as, without really knowing why, he flung the weapon into the sea.
O’aka, Wantz, “Salesman of the Year” (prompt: O’aka and Wantz and a bet)
O’aka scowled down at Wantz. “When I bet you that you couldn’t sell potions to the fiends, I wasn’t talking, you know, literally.”
Though his fingers were frozen stiff with cold, Wantz still managed to clink together the coins he had stolen from the snow wolf after pouring the restorative down its throat. “A bet’s a bet, brother. Pay up.”
“Okay, okay. We break into the stash of Rin’s finest. But just, let me heat it for you first?”
As O’aka stomped off, Wantz leaned back with a satisfied sigh. At last, he’d beaten his brother to the big sale.
Ross Gellar (Friends)/Callisto (Xena). Random pairing meme. (This is actually 125 words; it was my first-ever attempt at a drabble so I think I can get away with including it here.)
The blonde woman with wild eyes advanced, her feral grin inciting terror and desire in equal measures.
“Well, well,” she said. “Haven’t seen you before.”
The man stepped backwards, involuntarily, into a tree.
She plucked the whip out of his hand. “This yours?”
“Well, I, uh…”
She stopped his stammering with a rough kiss. Then, laughing, she cracked the whip in the air.
“Hey!” Self-preservation won out over lust. “Careful with that!”
“Don’t pretend you don’t like it this way, Ross,” she said, pushing against him. “Ross, Ross…”
—-
“Ross. Ross!”
Monica glared down at him.
“Did you fall asleep watching Xena again?”
He rolled his eyes. “No.” The incriminating television still blared in the background.
She shook her head and walked away.
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