Filled Drabble Requests

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It's a day for reposting stories, I suppose. You may or may not have seen these before; they were posted in the comments to the last post where I took drabble requests. Normally I wait until I've finished every request to repost the results, but I'm putting these up now so I can do a year-end fic writeup later.

This does not mean that I don't intend to fufill the rest of the requests! I mean, it's only been ten months. Uh. I don't know how that happened, seriously.

For tad_coast: Hakkai, doing his laughing-at-you-but-not thing at Sanzo about something

Sanzo cursed into the still room, scowling at his newspaper as though he was contemplating its grisly death.

"Bad news?" Hakkai asked.

Sanzo paused, the anger leaving his face for what might, possibly, have been embarrassment. "No. It's nothing."

"You seemed upset."

Sanzo roughly folded the paper and tossed on the table. "Just let it go."

Hakkai slipped the paper out from under Sanzo's elbow, smiling at his glare and turning in his chair to shake it open quickly enough to escape Sanzo's grab.

"Ah. Six-letter word for 'monkey-like' is simian, Sanzo."

Sanzo snatched the paper back. "I knew that."


For rans_curse: Twoflower/Rincewind, subtle slash

"This is a pride parade," Rincewind explained, wondering if it was possible to blush yourself to death. He was staring intently at his feet, like any decent person would, but Twoflower seemed instead to be doing rather a lot of staring and gaping. "It's, ah, an ancient and... um, proud tradition..."

A young man on one of the floats, whose outfit left it quite clear that he had a rather big reason for being proud, tossed some necklaces made of flowers at them. One landed on Twoflower's head, who smiled innocently. "Look! I've been lei-ed."

Rincewind groaned.


For b_hallward: Sanzo dies. Goku doesn't.

Sanzo doesn't die in battle. Sanzo doesn't die young at all, despite everyone's expectations. When the years leave him weaker, he treats them like personal insults. Even the final illness makes him furious; ironically, that gives him the strength to drag out the inevitable a few more days.

Goku can't resent the extra years, months, days, though Sanzo hates them. Not even the last seconds, with Sanzo drowning in air, clenching Goku's hand, looking- for once- nervous. Goku doesn't care if it's selfish; he wanted that time.

They burn the body at dawn. The sunrise is dim against his memories.


For aoyagi: smexy Watari/Tsuzuki

"Hey, hey, hey," Tsuzuki said, slinging his arm around Watari's shoulders and laughing moistly into the side of his face. "You have nice hair."

"Thanks!" Watari grinned, fingers slipping off his can of beer as he turned to Tsuzuki. "Do you wanna make out?"

Tsuzuki blinked at him, mouth a little slack. "Watari, I mean, you're my best friend. And we have fun, right? Yeah. You- you're so nice. And you sort of smell like strawberries.

Watari nodded, drunkenly serious. "It's my shampoo. Well?"

"And I really want to kiss you right now."

"Just watch out for 003. She bites."