Title: Black Tie Affair Fandom: Pokemon (B+W) Word Count: 1,219 Rating: PG-13 Warnings: none Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon or these characters, and I make no money from writing these.
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The pavement made sharp, chipper pops beneath his tap shoe soles. Burgh attempted to shut out everything but how pleasant this noise sounded, but was hardly successful.
"I should just go home," he muttered to himself, covering his eyes with both palms and leaning heavily against his knees. From where he sat outside Lenora's party, he could still hear their sounds of merrymaking inside. Elesa's voice cut through the rest of them like a knife, making him frown. It was just like her to pull a stunt like this. She'd mentioned off-hand that the party was a costume affair, and he hadn't even bothered to double-check the information. His mistake for trusting her. She never meant any harm by it. This time, for instance, she probably just wanted to see him looking cute. He did have the most adorable bug costumes, and he hardly ever got to wear them. No, he wasn't upset by her motive. He was upset by the fact that he hadn't brought a change of clothes, and there was no way he was going to hang out around the other gym leaders and their families dressed in a Volcarona costume. No, he really should just get home.
I... don't even know. Robin is my trainer. This took place shortly after he caught his Scraggy in-game. I'm not sure if anyone enjoys reading stuff like this... There's nothing dirty, for once. It's just a random encounter.
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Robin clenched his teeth sharply, trying to block out the pain. Above, sand was still pouring through the narrow opening, flooding sand onto his hat and shoulders. He moved to the side, away from the dry downpour, squinting in the spotty light.
Title: Soft Thighs Fandom: Weiss Kreuz Word Count: 561 Rating: PG-13 Warnings: Innuendo Disclaimer: I don't own these characters.
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Soft thighs weren't a common occurrence these days. Soft thighs were usually attached to short skirts and heels, not baggy cargos and rough, torn, blood-stained jeans. Then again, soft thighs usually meant that stubble was coming. Prickly thighs. There was nothing less attractive than a prickly leg. No, for now, he could be content with a natural direction. Men didn't shave their legs. Not his man, anyway.
Title: [Untitled] Fandom: Original Characters: Ledger, Corey Rating: PG-13 Word count: 446 AN: Written for 15_minute_ficlets. The prompt is under the cut, so view at your own risk.
Title: Work Ethic Fandom: Weiss Kreuz Characters: Crawford/Schuldig Word Count: 1,828 Rating: PG Warnings: Innuendo and language Disclaimer: I don't own these characters.
Summary: Crawford's ability to work hard keeps Schwarz running smoothly. If a pesky vision keeps him from achieving his goals, he has nobody to blame but himself.
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Work, work, stress, and more work. Crawford fully understood the phrase, “You can sleep when you die,” although he was skeptical about getting to slack off in the afterlife. There was always something to do. He took the workload in stride, plodding through paperwork with the mindset of a long-distance runner. He couldn’t stop, but there was no point in rushing, either. Schuldig fondly dubbed it his “trail horse” syndrome.
Title: Ghosts Fandom: Weiss Kreuz Characters: Ken, Omi Word Count: 1,052 Rating: G Warnings: none Disclaimer: I don't own these characters.
Summary: Ken finds himself the central point of a number of strange accidents.
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“I’m not blaming you!” Omi urged, exasperated. The broken pot was leaking soil through his fingers, and every moment he stood still was another moment he’d spend cleaning the floor.
“Really? Because it sure as hell feels like it,” Ken snapped, not looking up from his flower arrangement. Omi furrowed his brow, unsure of how his humble request for assistance had set his teammate off.
Title: Three Minutes And Forty Seconds Fandom: Weiss Kreuz Characters: Crawford, Schuldig Word Count: 2,864 Rating: PG Warnings: AU Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. A/N: Done for the weissday fic exchange for wispykitty
Summary: Crawford's a boxer with vision. Psychic visions, that is. He soars above the competition with lethal ease. But if nobody can touch him, why does the future look so grim?
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Three minutes and forty-five seconds.
Forty-six.
Forty-seven.
Three minutes and forty-eight seconds he’d been sitting on the locker room bench, watching the clock tick off the wasted moments. Three minutes and fifty seconds since the vision. Less than ten minutes until his fight. When he closed his eyes, he could see the match begin. His opponent pulling at the ropes in the far corner, overeager. The man’s body glistening with nervous sweat. He could see the first clash of their gloves. Brad would land the first punch. Dodge the second. Move with superhuman speed past the third to land the forth against his opponent’s jaw. Brad wasn’t particularly strong or fast. When people watched him, they always wondered how he managed to pull a win from such unreasonable odds.
Title: Hormones Fandom: Weiss Kreuz Prompt:#4 - Puppy Love Character/Pairing: Nagi/Tot Rating: G Word Count: 808 Summary: Nagi is convinced that his interest in Tot is merely a passing fancy. ...Well, almost convinced. Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Weiss Kreuz characters, nor do I gain any profit (unfortunately) from writing this.
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It wasn’t love at first sight. He didn’t believe in such things. The warm pull at his gut was easily explained as teenage hormones. The rush of blood to his face whenever she came near was equally easy to rationalize. He thought about her, but not overwhelmingly. In fact, when it first began, he had a running bet with himself that this infatuation would last no longer than a month, if that.
