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So I'm just going to post all my drabble-y shit to this board. Some of them will be meaningless shit, crossovers, AUs, absolute OOC bull because I fail at characters I'm not used to, the works. /le shrug
And I am so not comfortable posting the one NSFW softcore porn drabble I wrote on here so l-
Last Edit: Oct 23, 2012 22:38:16 GMT -5 by Deleted
The boy’s body hit the floor with a hard ‘thump!’ and he groaned in pain but dared not move. He heard boots against stone and he physically flinched at each footfall as they approached. “You worthless bastard!” The boy whimpered at the snarled words and felt a strong hand drag him up off the ground by his neck. “I give you an order and you disobey me? Last time I checked, boy, I own you. You don’t have free will! You don’t have a choice!”
The owner of the hand shook the boy violently and the child gagged, unable to breathe. He clawed at the man’s arm, hoping to get released. Hot liquid leaked over his fingers; the fresh tang of blood assaulted his nose. The man’s other hand swatted his damaging ones away, then ricocheted back to sharply slap the child across the face, a growl the only sound from the man. He tossed the boy and the small body slammed into the wall and crumpled to the floor once again.
The boy spat blood from his mouth, finding the place where his tooth was now missing, and dared to glance up as the man approached him once more, a deadly and unnerving look on his face…
Last Edit: Oct 23, 2012 22:39:21 GMT -5 by Deleted
When his boots splashed into water, he froze. Navi floated ahead of him, illuminating the room… if it could even count as one. It seemed to stretch on forever, except for a decrepit tree sitting lone on an island of sand. The water didn’t even really look like water, the blackness of it made it look like ink… or even, perhaps, a mirror? He took another hesitant step off the stone that led to the now-barred door behind him and Navi simply floated there, taking note of the room herself. She was silent, not even a simple ‘hurry up!’.
The room felt beyond foreboding, even the little sprite could feel it.
With a small little sigh, the fairy floated back to the blue-clad male, bobbing around him as he looked around, each step he took filling him with more dread but equally more courage. Nothing had popped out at him yet, perhaps he was actually going to get a break for once. Even he snorted at that as the sound of his splashing steps reverberated around the room, something that should only happen if he was walled in on all sides. He passed the tree without a second glance but as soon as he did, the hair on the back of his neck stood up. He tried to shake the feeling off, but it was back within moments and he knew something was off.
One little splash - out of sync with his own and barely audible - made him whirl, his sword and shield out and in his hands in a blink to defend himself from the attack that he had been paranoid about. Metal bit metal and Link got a good look at the new opponent… except what he saw caught him so off-guard that the thing managed to retaliate to the sword block and slash at Link’s side. The male stumbled back and put a hand to his side in disbelief, his opponent letting out a laugh when the Hero lifted his bloodied hand to see if the wound he felt was actually there and a shocked look passed over his face.
“This can’t be happening,” he breathed, causing a cruel grin to spread on the others face. His face. The new enemy looked exactly like him save for the eyes, that were an unnerving blood red, and the hair, that was as black as the inky water they were standing in. Even the thing’s clothes were black…
“Oh, but it is happening, Link. Can you guess what ‘it’ is though?” the other asked, a bite of malice in his voice. The unwelcoming grin stayed on the thing’s face and Link couldn’t help but notice rather the rather sharp fangs that caught the dim light and glittered dully. He yanked his gaze away from the deadly teeth and blue-met-red as their gazes locked. “Ready to get this over, Princess, or are you going to bleed some more?”
Link snarled and muttered darkly under his breath as he steeled himself against the pain in his side as he shifted to put his sword back in his now-blood-covered left hand. It was only then that he realized that Navi was unnaturally silent and he looked around for her, finally spotting her struggling against some invisible binds that had her pinned to the tree. His image saw the look and rolled his eyes. “This fight is between you and me, boy. No help,” he growled and shifted back into his fighting stance, ready for an attack.
When Link struck and the thing parried without even batting an eyelash at the attack, he caught on. “You’re me,” he said, getting only a snort as a reply.
“Part of you, anyways. The not-so-nice part.” The other scowled for a moment before shrugging. “The grudge-holding, heart-breaking part.” Link growled at that and a sickly sweet smile appeared on the thing’s face. “Ah! So you know what I’m getting at now, eh? Yes, all those times that your childish anger boiled over, it became a part of me. All the times you wanted to punch Mido in the face for taunting you, all that unbridled rage you couldn’t contain or control to your advantage…” The thing noted that Link’s hands were now trembling with rage and a twisted pang of glee shot through him. “You left Saria that day, so long ago. You left without saying good-bye… You ran from your only true friend, Link. Do you know how much pain she was in? She couldn’t sleep for a week, she was so heartbroken and worried…”
Despite how much he wanted to strike out, Link couldn’t stop listening to the venomous words. It was like watching a horrible accident unfold before him, he just couldn’t stop staring and listening to the chaos. “Until you showed up in the forest later on, she thought you had died. You could tell she was mad at you, your little childish brain just couldn’t think of a reason. But she had an idea, taught you the song to keep you both in contact whenever you had a chance to play it on your travels. Did you? No. But she kept hoping.”
The sickly sweet look turned malicious.
“Mmm, yes. You let her down, Link. For seven years, not a word from you. And then you just reappear out of nowhere, grown up and obviously in better health than the world falling to hell around you, and you expected her to take you back so easily? You disappeared and let the world fall into darkness. You have a lot to make up, Hero,” the image spat the word, as if it was an unworthy title for the other male to have. “Can you repair it all before Ganondorf finds you… and ends you permanently? Oh, that’s right!” The thing purred in a sing-song way as Link finally lunged - then yelped - as his wrist was caught in a iron grip. “He won’t get a chance to, because I don’t plan on failing!”
Link hissed and pushed the image away with a shove of his shield and the other stumbled back, obviously not expecting that sort of retaliation. Link took a swipe at him while he had the chance, but the image managed to dodge the lethal strike - barely. He flipped backwards as the blade sliced millimeters from his face and he retreated out of the range of Link’s blade to check his wounds, putting a hand to his face as the blood ran down his face from the slice on the bridge of his nose. Almost instinctively, his tongue flicked out to taste the blood and a wry - slightly insane - grin spread on his lips.
“You son of a bitch!” he said, his dark laughter breaking the tense silence between them. Link watched, his look wary and slightly confused by all of this nonsensical insanity. The image’s laughter died finally and he met Link’s gaze with narrowed eyes and an unsettling smirk. “Is this really a fight you want to start, boy?”
“So what if it is?” Link snapped, obviously getting tired and pissed and generally fed up with this entire thing. He swayed only slightly and put a hand against his oozing wound, wincing at the sharp pain. “This Goddess-forsaken temple is a right pain in the ass. The only reason I’m even bothering is because the Sages told me to and Ruto needs my help!”
“Ruto? You mean that puppy-love-struck fish girl?” The image snickered and Link scowled. “Oh, yes. I remember her. You should’ve seen her face when she passed through my room and saw me…” Link heard the underlying tone to the thing’s voice and a chill shot up his spine.
“What did you do to her!?” Link yelled, but the thing only laughed as the cruel look crept back onto his face.
“You seem to disappoint everyone, Hero. You’re a right failure,” the thing taunted; leaping into the air to dodge the stab Link aimed at him. He landed lightly on the still-outstretched sword, drinking in the absolutely shocked and dumbfounded look Link had, and promptly punched the Hero in the face. He flipped off the blade as the male cried out in pain and covered his now-bleeding nose with his hands, letting his sword splash onto the ground.
“Bastard!” Link spat, his voice thick and eyes watering but it seemed that the image took the insult in stride, his blood-colored eyes glinting impishly.
“Every insult you throw at me, you also toss at yourself. So, please, go on~.” He made a mocking sweeping gesture at the irritated and bloody Link and the look that flashed in the Hero’s eyes told the image that he had taken the cat-and-mouse game a step too far. He let out a strangled yelp as Link snatched his sword out of the water and slashed at the image’s ankles, clipping them and making him stumble as he tried to dodge. He pulled his shield in front of him just in time to block another blow from the Hero and the force behind the flurry was enough to make him tumble back into the waters.
A sharp pain on his ankle told him that Link had stomped on his foot and he hissed before seemingly melting into the glass-like surface of the water below them. As soon as Link’s boot splashed into water, he whirled, eyes narrowed. But the image didn’t reappear. A cold laughter filled the room and surrounded the Hero, not as amused-sounding as it once had been.
“You want to play hardball, eh?” the thing’s voice snarled as Link twisted and turned so that his back wasn’t a vulnerable target. “Alright, I’ll bite. Let’s see how you try this on for size, motherfucker!” Link managed to turn one last time before he felt boots hammer into his back and shove him to the ground. He fell with a cry and rolled to avoid the blade that struck the place where his back had once been.
He desperately looked for a way out and found one quickly. He let his sword drop and curled his now-empty hand into a fist, reciting the words that bubbled into his mind as he did so. “Deam potentiam, firekeeper, tuere me ne malum!” A red glow surrounded his fist and he slammed it onto the ground, releasing the energy stored. A shell of fire encased him before bursting out at a speed that caught the image off-guard. He grunted in pain as he was caught in the advancing flames and roughly shoved backwards. He hit the ground and somersaulted backwards a few times before coming to a stop with a groan. That fire didn’t affect him like it would for anyone else… It didn’t burn him… It cut him, like he’d just gotten sliced by an army of blades. he lifted his arm and saw that it was cut beyond belief and covered with blood.
“Fuck,” he grumbled and let his arm flop back onto the floor with a splash. He frowned as blood started to drip into his eyes from the wound that was still bleeding on his nose and he watched Link slowly get off the floor and walk over, sword back in his hand. An amused look passed over the image’s face as Link placed the tip of the sword against his neck, though the amusement left as a sharp pain from being poked in the neck shot through his already in-pain body and he ground his teeth together. “Going to kill me or what? I’m not a god damn dead body that you’re poking with a stick,” the image snapped and Link rolled his eyes.
“Even a simple slice away from death and you’re still an arrogant jackass,” Link muttered, earning a toothy grin from the pinned image.
“Go on, Hero Boy. Kill me. Death by your blade is better than anything Ganon would do to me if he found me still alive. But remember!” he said quickly as Link lifted the blade to plunge it into the image’s neck. Link halted the blow and gave the other an annoyed look as he waited for the thing to finish. “Death or not, I’ll always be a part of you. The bad part, the part the Sages fear above all… even more than Ganondorf himself.” One last grin passed over the image’s face before Link plunged the blade down, stabbing the other clean through the neck.
The image disappeared and so did the illusion on the room. It no longer was endless, it was simply four walls and a large room. The tree stayed and whatever bound Navi was gone, for she quickly rejoined the Hero and disappeared under his cap. He was still for a moment, and he could’ve sworn he heard a faint chuckle somewhere in the room… He shivered and pushed it from his mind as he turned towards the door that led deeper into the temple and to the boss, striding towards it with a lighter feeling than he had coming into the enchanted room.
Last Edit: Oct 23, 2012 22:43:21 GMT -5 by Deleted
Red eyes blinked open groggily as sunlight danced across the pillow from the enchanted window nearby, since the dungeons weren't really in any position to get actual sunlight, and the teen groaned slightly at the feeling of something pinning him down by the hips, the skin-on-skin feeling already telling him exactly who it was, though why he was still there was a different story…
Vaati grumbled as he felt his hair get brushed away from his back to hang over his shoulders instead. Laying on his stomach was comfortable but it meant that he was vulnerable to attacks - harmful or no. He heard a growl as he wriggled slightly and an irritated voice snapped out a quick, “Stay still, damn it.”
Vaati felt the heat of a blush creep up his face and the back of his neck as reality finally seemed to catch up with him. Being together under the cover of night was one thing but the other teen never stayed past a reasonable early morning time less they got discovered. He felt something trace over the smooth skin at the top of his back and he hissed under his breath but another growl of warning kept him from twisting around. “Dark, what the hell are you doing?! I swear to God-” he was cut off by a jab to the middle of his back and Dark’s still-irritated voice.
“Just shut up and lay still, would ya? I know you’re good at listening to orders Vaati, so put it to use.” The tracing feeling continued and the red-eyed teen turned a bright cherry color at the other’s words.
“Which is why the silencing charm still on the bed from last night hasn't been taken off just yet. Really, do you think I’m that stupid? Don’t answer that. Besides, it’s ten in the morning on a a beautifully sunny spring Saturday. The dorm is empty. And you need to quit fucking worrying,” Dark chided and Vaati bristled like a scolded child before he quickly switched topics.
“What the hell are you even doing?” the violet-haired teen spat, causing Dark to laugh.
“Just practicing my penmanship with a marker is all.” Vaati didn't like the tone of mischief in the other’s voice, and Dark knew that very well because he tried to hide the stifled snickering that was coming out of his mouth.
Vaati growled and tried to twist around again, only to have a hand placed firmly on the back of his neck to keep him pinned down. “Bull.”
“Italian, actually,” Dark replied, amusement in his voice now too. And both knew that the pinned teen could do nothing about it. So, with a few grumbled choice words that had Dark clicking his his tongue in disappointment at him, Vaati settled on his stomach with a look of annoyance as Dark continued to scrawl on his back with marker.
At least half an hour had passed passed before Dark finally finished. He made a happy noise that stirred Vaati from the light doze he had fallen into and he mumbled before getting his tongue back to actually talk. “Have fun writing on me from my shoulders to my tailbone?” he snipped, though most of the venom was lost with the sleepy tone to his voice. He felt Dark remove himself from his legs, where he’d moved so he could get every inch of Vaati’s back marked.
The violet-haired teen twisted to see his back, if only slightly, before he turned his gaze to the teen kneeling at the end of his bed. He vainly tried to will his eyes to stay above Dark’s stomach but the distractingly small trail of black hair that started lightly under the teen’s belly button and trailed downwards was like a magnet to his eyes and he couldn’t help but let his gaze wander as Dark stretched a bit with a chuckle.
“Going to sit there eyeing me all day or do you want to see if that marker can withstand getting wet?” He grinned at the suddenly flustered look that appeared on Vaati’s face and rolled his eyes. “Swimming, you horny bastard. It’s too nice of a day to stay inside.” The flustered teen willed the redness on his face away and he hissed something Dark’s way before he slipped out of the bed to dig his swim shorts out of his trunk and an old shirt he cared nothing for.
Slipping the clothes on, he glanced over at Dark’s bed and snorted when he already saw the other dressed in apparel similar to his, though he was going barefoot instead of putting shoes on. The look on the black-haired male’s face reminded Vaati increasingly like an excited puppy. “C’mon let’s go before you die of impatience,” Vaati said, shaking his head a bit as he made his way out of the dungeons, Dark trailing afterwards.
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Vaati had barely managed to strip off his shirt before he was shoved into the water with a yelp. Spluttering and kicking to the surface, he shot a scalding glare at Dark, who was now sitting on the bank with a smart-ass grin on his face. Vaati swam over to the bank and crawled on the grass like a soaked cat. He flopped on his stomach to sun dry, grimacing at Dark’s laughter and the violet-haired teen aimed a kick at the other and grinned as he was rewarded with a yell and a splash. He heard a spluttered “Son of a bitch!” before a wet shirt hit him, causing Vaati to jolt into a sitting position with a small shriek.
Having gotten his impromptu revenge, Dark laughed and dived under the water. He appeared a couple seconds later with a smooth, glimmering stone. Placing it in a safe spot for later, he started to dive under repeatedly for more until he had collected a sizable pile. The violet-haired teen watched with a raised eyebrow, not quite sure what the black-haired teen was trying to accomplish, but he didn’t say and just laid and watched quietly, glad for the sheltered and secluded part of the lake they’d found.
It took him five more minutes to collect the right number of smooth stones. Dark hauled himself onto the dry land and he started to sift through the stones, the rumbling clinking an odd comfort. The still-dripping teen glanced over at Vaati, who had dozed off on his stomach again and let a small, slightly relieved sigh at the sight of the marker still on the pale skin of the other boy’s back. He had a feeling that the magic would stick and he knew that the marker wouldn’t fade for a long while. A wry smile crossed Dark’s face at the thought and he went back to the stones, trying to find the right one to work with.
Hours passed until Vaati blinked himself awake and he just stared silently at Dark’s back as the black-haired male screwed around with a stone in his hand, tracing with his wand and mumbling under his breath. Before his eyes, Vaati could see the stone changing shape - or maybe it was the fading light playing tricks on his eyes? - into that of a heart. He saw the corner of Dark’s lips turn up into a grin and Vaati couldn’t help but roll his eyes slightly.
“And what,” Vaati started, causing Dark to startle. “Do you think you’re doing?” The black-haired head whipped around with a guiltily sheepish look. He cleared his throat as color crept onto his face and he turned to fully face Vaati, shuffling the stone in his hands as he mumbled something before speaking up.
“Didn’t expect you to wake up, Sleeping Beauty,” Dark jabbed lightly, the grin coming back to his lips. “Was afraid I’d have to carry you to the castle bridal style and make up some absolute bull story as to why.” Vaati made an indignant noise at that and pushed himself up into a sitting position, eyes glancing at the setting sun before his gaze slid back down to the stone in Dark’s hands.
“And that?” Vaati asked, motioning with a nod of his head towards the teen’s hands. Dark glanced down before handing the stone - and oh dear, it actually was heart-shaped - to Vaati, a surprisingly uncharacteristic hesitant look on his face. Vaati examined the stone, the words carved into it catching his attention first and foremost. “‘Ti amo’?” he murmured before looking up at Dark, who was watching him warily. “What…?”
”’Ti amo’,” Dark said, pronouncing it correctly, before he moved closer to trace his finger over the letters, “is Italian.”
“The same thing written all over my back, I assume?” Dark nodded and Vaati frowned slightly. “And what does it mean, exactly? Hopefully nothing too vulgar.” Dark snorted before grabbing Vaati’s chin to turn the teen’s face towards him to capture the violet-haired male’s mouth with his own. The kiss broke only when the both of them needed to gasp for air and a grin made it’s way lightly onto Dark’s face at the dazed look on Vaati’s.
“You always think the worst of me, don’t you?” he murmured with a grin. “It means ‘I love you’.”