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100 themes: Naruto: #25 Trouble Lurking

2009-08-19T12:18:29Z

Title: Trouble Lurking
Fandom: Naruto
Character(s): Orochimaru, Iruka, (Anko and Gai mentioned)
Rating: PG
Words: 150

Summary: Orochimaru wasn’t sure his youngest Genin had ever heard about this thing called tact.

Author’s Note #1: Weeeeell, I count anything between 100 and 500 words as a drabble :P

Author’s Note #2: In my personal fandom (that is filled with the same type of massive time paradoxes as Kishi-sensei has in canon) Orochimaru was Iruka, Anko and Gai's Genin team leader (because I'm evil like that).

Disclaimer: Kishimoto Masashi should be God.

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Sometimes Orochimaru wasn’t at all sure his youngest Genin student had ever heard about this wondrous thing called tact. Iruka-kun had a tendency to blurt out the first thing that came to his mind, not that Anko-san or Gai-kun were any better – the three of them together was a diplomatic incident waiting to happen. It was unclear to him what Hiruzen-sensei – sorry, Sandaime Hokage-sama – had been thinking when he assigned Team Orochimaru a B-rank diplomatic mission to Kumo of all places.

“You can count on me, Orochimaru-sensei!” Iruka shouted happily when he was asked to track down an important scroll that had gone missing in Kumo’s public library – a scroll that no one seemed to be able to locate – the teacher winced at the loud voice and had to bite back an angry comment as the young buy added: “I’m so much better with scrolls then these illiterate Kumo peasants.”

100 themes: Naruto: #14 Smile

2009-08-08T13:28:42Z

Title: Smile
Fandom: Naruto
Character(s): Hinata, (Hiashi, Clan Elders and Clan members implied)
Rating: PG
Words: 100

Summary: In that one moment...

Author’s Note: Precisely 100 words - am I good or what?

Disclaimer: Kishimoto Masashi should be God.

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Hinata has never felt as free as she does the moment her father burns the cursed seal into her forehead. In that moment, the one preceding her banishment from the Clan, she goes from being Heir or Hyuuga or even Hyuuga Hinata – she becomes simply Hinata – a person rather than an extension of her clan. No longer will her father be allowed to berate her for how her actions reflect on the clan, no longer will her every move be summed up and evaluated by the Clan Elders, no longer centre of the Clan’s attention – in that moment she smiles.

Naru fanart: Serious business

2008-12-09T01:15:01Z

Title: Serious business
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: Sakura, Yamato[Tenzou]
Rating: PG (I guess)

Disclaimer: Kishimoto Masashi is god.

Because it was pointed out to me there is way too little Yama[Tenz]Saku fanart ^^;;

@ devART

I usually explain better in the devART descriptions, but I guess I should mention it's the first time I try making screentones in this manner - turned out pretty good I think even though nothing could save the weirdness of Sakura's head... but it's the middle of the night and I don't feel like turning it into a pumpkin or something equally fitting (brown paper bag?)... I console myself with the knowledge she looked even worse in the sketch :)

(sorry, tired - tend to ramble when I'm tired)

Anyhow, when I was still maintaining the notion of actually colouring this I was thinking of trowing in blood and Team Kakashi in the background making surprised faces - blood from killed enemies and surprised faces because Tenzou proposed and they had no idea the two of them were even going out (seriously - would you tell your overprotective team you were dating a twelve year older man?). Not sure any of that made sense, but yeah...

Hope you like,
CV signing off!

Fanart ATLA: Another airbender?

2008-12-08T09:26:29Z

Title: Another airbender?
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Characters: Aang
Rating: PG

Disclaimer: Avatar belongs to the Nickelodeon Network.

Merry Christmas everyone (only 18 days left to Christmas Eve!) I come bearing offerings of the fanart variety - only a coloured sketch and a not so funny joke turned into a Christmas "card", but it's the thought that counts :)

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Aang: Is that fat red coated man an airbender too?
CV: No sweety, that's Santa and his flying reindeer...

Naru fanart: How to make a nosebleed

2008-12-05T18:23:47Z

Title: How to make a nosebleed
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: Iruka, Kakashi
Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: The world of Naruto was created by Kishimoto Masashi (who is God).

larger version @ devART

Two things (not strictly related to my fanart, but anyhow):
It's my personal belief that for anything more than Kakashi stalking Iruka to happen Iruka would have to take the initiative because our dear silver haired Jounin is just too socially inept to figure it out...

In my personal fanon Iruka is really an undercover ANBU assigned to the Ninja Academy as a Chuunin sometime after the Uchiha Clan Massacre to keep an eye on the clans (since it is a well known fact children doesn't censor their speech the way adults do).

Naru fanart: Playing in the Sand

2008-12-05T18:19:04Z

Title: Playing in the Sand
Fandom: NarutoCharacters: Sakura, Kankuro
Rating: PG-13

Artist's Note: A new version is this because the old one sucked more than this one does...

Disclaimer: The world of Naruto was created by Kishimoto Masashi (who is God).

larger version @ devART

Naru fanart: Sakura, cherry blossom

2008-12-02T17:16:26Z

Title: Sakura, cherry blossom
Fandom: Naruto
Character(s): Sakura
Rating: PG-13

Artist's Note: Clean and kinda nice if I get to say so myself :)

Disclaimer: The world of Naruto was created by Kishimoto Masashi (who is God).

PhotoShop CS2 & Wacom Graphire2

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Naru vignette: First and Second Times

2008-11-15T16:55:44Z

Title: First and Second Times
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Yamasaku [Tenzsaku]
Rating: PG-13
Words: 514

Summary: Two part vignette about Yamato’s [Tenzou] and Sakura’s relationship.

Author’s Note: I was inspired by Beren-sama’s brilliant, but not yet finished, fan fiction Mission Reports.

Disclaimer: Naruto was created by Kishimoto Masashi – I don’t own a thing.

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1.
The first time he hands in Team Kakashi’s mission report is an embarrassing experience with his old schoolmate Iruka-san looking at him as if he’s gone senile and asking him if he had something to add to the initial report – it was already approved, logged and archived.

Tenzou looked over the other report – it was neat and thorough with all required fields filled out to satisfaction – a few details missing, but only the ones he hadn’t told the team about – small details he hadn’t wanted to worry Sakura and Naruto with.

Sakura... the handwriting and phrasing were too structured for Naruto to have written – leaving only the pink haired kunoichi who witnessed all the events.

.

She tilted her head to the side when he confronted her about it and explained simply that she always had done Team Kakashi’s mission reports – Kakashi had never bothered, Sasuke hadn’t ever considered it his problem and Naruto writing mission reports would have been a catastrophe – it was tradition of a sort.

They reached a compromise with him helping her – not the other way around – for the time being.

.

It was a fairly nice arrangement Tenzou found out following their next mission – sharing insights with the young woman and listening to her rather intelligent thoughts about the mission and its conclusion – he never tried collaborating a mission report before.

The two of them was sitting at a small table in the tea shop in Maple Street drinking herbal tea and continuing talking long after the report was finished – neither one of them wanting to call it a night and go home.

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2.
The second time he hands in Team Kakashi’s mission report is another embarrassing experience with his old ANBU team mate Genma-sempai winking suggestively at him and asking if he and young Sakura-chan had a good time together writing it.

Tenzou glared at the older shinobi and told him to refrain from wild assumption – leaving promptly when the approved stamp was in place and the report had been added to the finished stack.

Sakura wasn’t told about the exchange until months later when it didn’t seem as bad any longer in view of the recent development in their relationship.

.

She reached up and grabbed the collar of his tactical vest and kissed him when he mentioned it and asked innocently if Yamato-taichou thought of her as “young Sakura-chan” because that would be rather kinky, wouldn’t it.

They laughed about it and decided it was a topic best not dwelled upon for too long.

.

It was a fairly normal relationship, this thing of theirs, Tenzou figured after the first few dates to the tea shop on Maple Street which mirrored their previous visits there – they talked and drank herbal tea, but at the end of evening they both called it a night and left together.

The two of them were in a fairly heated argument of mouths and tongues when Kakashi came upon the first time – the older ninja made an uncharacteristic surprised noise, picked up his orange book, left to claimed ignorance – the second time he wasn’t as lucky.

Naru fanart: Quick Yamasaku snogging

2008-11-15T16:46:29Z

Title: Quick Yamasaku snogging
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Yamasaku [Tenzsaku]
Rating: PG-13

Artist's Note: I wanted a Yamasaku icon and decided to doddle something down (rather sloppily).

Disclaimer: The world of Naruto was created by Kishimoto Masashi (who is God).

PhotoShop CS2 & Wacom Graphire2
embarrassingly little time used...

It's quick, it's crappy and just sloppy...

Naru fanart: "Wanna play?" Sakura asked innocently...

2008-11-15T16:27:33Z

Title: "Wanna play?"
Fandom: Naruto
Character: Sakura
Rating: PG-13

Artist's Note/Disclaimer: Sakura is my girl. Maybe not mine-mine (Kishimoto Masashi created her...), but I do want her to be mine and mine alone (Kankuro and Tenzou can share her with me if they ask nicely).

PhotoShop CS2 & Wacom Graphire2
references and embarrassingly much time used

What's going on here one may ask and the only clue I can give is: there is a lot of sand...

Naru drabble: She’s stronger than him

2008-11-04T19:41:27Z

Title: She’s stronger than him
Fandom: Naruto
Character(s): Neji, Hinata
Rating: PG
Words: 561

Author’s Note: Another gen-drabble – can be considered pre-Nejihina. The sequel of She and he.

Disclaimer: I don’t own either the Naruto manga or anime – it was written by Kishimoto Masashi.

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[ Previous: She and he ]

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It takes him a while to find her – she’s moved out from the Hyuuga Clan’s Compound since... he never had reflected on her dwelling status before, but as the oldest child to the Clan Head she would never have been able to move away from her family – unless something he was unaware of had happened.

He finds her cross-legged on the living room floor of her tiny apartment – not shabby or dingy – just small. There’s a cup of herbal tea to her right and a bag of sunflower seeds to her left – salted sunflower seeds – he had never been able to stomach either, but he remember hearing her insist to Kiba once that they were healthy – folders and reports are spread out in front of her on the floor.

“Good afternoon, nii-san,” she says quietly – there’s no stutter to her voice – not looking up from the paperwork.

“Hinata-sama,” he replies with more respect than he has ever shown her in the past – this new Hinata keeps him strangely off balance.

She looks up at him then – her head slightly tilted to the side as if contemplating his greeting – a small blush colouring her place cheeks pink. A minute smile curves her lips, dark eyelashes flutter and she bits her lower lip before speaking again.

“You don’t have to call me that,” soft, but confident, “I’m not part of the Main House any longer.”

He looks at her stupidly a moment before finding his composure again – not many people can put him as off balance as his cousin seems to be able to. Her forehead is covered by that heavy fringe – he imagines the hateful seal it now hides.

“This way,” she continues almost sadly, “father gets his way without political repercussions – Hanabi as heir and you as future Head of the Branch House – strong leaders.”

“You abdicated,” he states – it’s unneeded with the blaringly obvious facts staring him in the face, but he feels the need to hear it out loud.

“It was the right thing to do,” her quiet voice explains, “I had a duty to the Clan.”

You are my cousin, he wants to scream – what about your duty to me? You can’t just leave me there with all of them, but it occurs to him then that he too is “one of them” to her – another one of her demons who haunted her existence because she was the Hyuuga heir and she wasn’t strong in the way they demanded she’d be.

Hinata is strong though, Neji can’t deny that – Hinata is stronger than any other person he’s ever met.

Like a fragile flower forcing its way through concrete only to have the opportunity to bloom and to let its kind go on. Just like that fragile flower she’s breathtakingly beautiful in her solitude.

He always thought he was strong – alone – never needing anybody, but he doesn’t know if he could leave the protection of his Clan the way she has done – to be truly alone.

“You’re amazing,” the words are out before he can compose himself – his voice no louder than a whisper.

She doesn’t comment on his slip – only turns her head back to her work, but the pink tint of her cheeks tells him she heard it.

He leaves before he can embarrass himself further by loosing composure – he learnt what he came there to learn.

100 themes: Naruto: #15 Silence

2008-11-01T10:10:23Z

Title: Silence
Fandom: Naruto
Character(s): the rookie nine + Gai’s team
Rating: PG
Words: 100

Summary: The rookie nine and Gai’s team are gathered – Naruto attempts to swallow his own foot.

Author’s Note: Drabble - precisely 100 words! If you’re familiar with the brilliant western TV movie series Guns of Honour you might recognise Naruto’s line ;) I finally started working om my 100 themes table for Naruto!

Disclaimer: Kishimoto Masashi could be God.

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”Neji, when you gonna get yourself a girl?”

It’s a foot in mouth moment courtesy of Naruto – who else? The chatter dies down, silence as if waiting for something to happen – it drags on. The rookie nine and Gai’s team hold their breaths – waiting for something go boom.

“I thought I already had,” Neji smirks after a too long moment of silence – hooking his arm about Sakura’s waist and pulling her close to his side – she’s the closest kunoichi.

Another silent moment before everyone laughs – the moment is saved and Sakura blushes, Naruto mutters about smartass Hyuuga and Hinata winces.

Naru drabble: She and he

2008-10-31T10:23:22Z

Title: She and he
Fandom: Naruto
Character(s): Neji, Hinata
Rating: PG
Words: 366

Author’s Note: A simple gen-drabble - could possibly be viewed as pre-Nejihina.

Disclaimer: I don’t own the Naruto manga or anime- or any other aspect of the franchise – it was created by Kishimoto Masashi.

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She’s brilliant, they say, they’re lucky not many recognised it when she was a Chuunin – much less “high profile” than the other Hyuuga, who everyone spoke of as a prodigy.

He allows himself to listen to rumour – for an organisation which pride’s itself on secrecy there are much whispering and gossiping going on within the ANBU complex’s walls – it is still unclear to him, however, how his timid and stuttering cousin managed to be initiated into the ANBU mere months after he himself was.

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The mission hadn’t been too hard – recon hardly ever was – yet boring and long hours of sitting around doing nothing but cautiously monitoring some or another target did leave even the most well trained ninja with cramps.

Neji made his way into the combined shower and locker-room of the ANBU complex – it was usually deserted this time of day – too late in the morning for anyone returning from a mission, but too early for anyone being sent out.

Dirty armour with the unsalvageable remains of a uniform propped against a wall and the unmistakable sound of a running shower forced Neji to bury a sigh – it wasn’t empty as he had hoped.

Earlier than he anticipated the water stops and the person least likely to be there, in his mind, exits one of the shower-stalls with nothing but a towel to dry her long hair.

Her hair is long now, it hits him – he hasn’t seen her in long enough for her hair to grow out to the same length the rest of their clan keeps it at.

Hinata doesn’t acknowledge him when she makes her way over to the shelf housing net-baskets containing their non-ANBU clothing; she takes out a small cylinder container, opens it and proceeds to apply a thin layer of what must be healing cream to two small scratches on her leg and one on her arm, just below the ANBU-tattoo, before screwing the container shut again and putting it back in the hamper.

Sooner than Neji expected she’s dressed in her regular Jounin outfit and out of the room leaving behind no dirty amour or soiled uniform – only a fading “Good morning, nii-san.”

She hadn’t stuttered.

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[ Next: She’s stronger than him ]

HP fanfic: Like an Adolescent Boy

2008-10-25T17:58:10Z

Title: Like an Adolescent Boy
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Sirius/Tonks
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1196

Summery: Sirius, Tonks and a kitchen - PWP.

Author's Note (a): Re-post from: 06.03.30

Author's Note (b): “Actually it is not true at all that cousins who have children will have ‘retarded’ children. That is a very American stereotype and for centuries in all other countries it was preferred that cousins marry as to keep families close and to keep money within a family. Having retarded kids is a total myth and ignorant American ideology.” - - - WikiAnswers

Disclaimer (a): This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K. Rowling, various publishers including – but not limited to – Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Disclaimer (b): I recognize the difference between fiction and reality – I trust that readers do the same. Any illegal acts taking place within this fiction are not condoned by the author. Portrayal of questionable, illegal or potentially illegal activities in this story does not mean I condone, promote, support, participate in or approve of said conduct.

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Tonks smiles as she watches Sirius scurry about the kitchen. With the new Order still young, Remus away on a mission and the house filled to the rim with Dark Magic Artifacts they are the only two there. Sure she, Kingsley and Bill Weasley cleaned away the most critical objects before even Sirius was allowed in the house, but it is still uninhabitable for the most part.

"Snacking again?" she asks and Sirius turns around to take her in. With only the two of them in the house Tonks hasn't bothered to morph. Her eyes are a few shades darker than his and almond shaped, and her black hair thick and long enough to reach her buttocks. She looks like a mixture of regal Andromeda and carefree Theodore - not a caricature Black like she seems to think.

"Seriously," she says and sways her hips as she walks over to him by the kitchen counter. "If I didn't know better I'd think you were an adolescent boy."

Sirius gulps when he watches her hips, it's the same hips as always, but when she isn't morphed her mother's inherited grace makes itself apparent and she isn't as dreadfully clumsy as usual.

"'m just staved." he manages to get out between chews.

Yes. Starved. Not only for food, but for touch, too, and for... He can't even think it when his little cousin is present. Especially when she looks so much like himself, but still he can't help the dirty thoughts when she is dressed like that.

Claiming it is comfortable, and Sirius can't doubt that is actually is, Tonks is wearing an old pair of jeans that have moulded perfectly with her legs over the years and an illegally tight Weird Sisters tank top - without any undergarments on.

As if she knew he needed human presence, yet being oblivious to the dirty thoughts that also swirl around his head, Tonks walks up behind him and wraps her arms around his waist. She is solid behind him, her stomach against his buttocks, her soft moulds pressed against his back. Cheek against his shoulder blade she hums softly, then sighs contentedly as if she too needs to feel another human body close to hers.

Hesitantly he continues to eat his sandwich, feeling the young woman's every breath against his backside.

Without warning Tonks' hands begin to move, touch his stomach, not exactly roam, but they're not still anymore. A small fire starts to burn in Sirius' veins at the movement, but he tries to push it aside.

It isn't easy to remind himself that the woman behind him is his cousin and that she looks so much like the young man he used to be. It doesn't help that the devil on his right shoulder reminds him that she is only his cousin once removed, and people closer related have married and had children. The angel is silent, it has been silent for years now.

"Tonks." he says, aiming for a warning tone, but it comes out breathless and tiny instead.

"Sirius." she answers him and now her hands finds themselves roaming under his shirt, touching his stomach and chest, brushing nipples and making him moan.

Yes. He is starving. Starving for touch and for closeness - and for sex. And she is there. Her name is far enough away from his on the family tree - had they been on the tree - to get legally married - had he not been a fugitive.

"Nora." he moans and turns around in her embrace, positioning them so that she stands with her back against the kitchen counter. He uses the old nickname he once gave her, but it's not the small girl he's thinking of, but the soft woman in his arms.

He jerks his hips against hers to tell her what she is doing to him as his open mouth finds hers. Their tongues battle each other and she spreads her legs and removes her left arm long enough to sit on the counter's edge. Her jeans-clad pussy is pressed against the bugle at his groin.

Sirius moves his hands up Tonks' legs, up her hips, finding the hem of her tank top, pulling it with them up her torso. His lips begins to travel downwards from hers, his mouth leaving a wet trail.

Freeing her of the garment he capture her left nipple with his mouth, nibbling at it. She moans loudly and arches against him, pushing harder against his full erection.

Her hands tugs off his shirt, moving to the fastening of his pants.

"Nora." he moans and his hands tug at her jeans, a small part of his brain still functioning marvels as they slid down her hips without being undone.

"Nora." he whimpers, his erection is painfully hard against his trousers, and then she manage to unfasten the button and unzip. His mouth seeks hers hungrily as he pushes down both trousers and pants.

One of Tonks small hands wrap around his rock hard member and teasingly begins to move around it.

Growling impatiently he pushed her back against the kitchen counter and with his right hand position himself outside her wet opening. With one swift move he fills her tight vagina. She moans his name loudly as she arches against him, wrapping her legs around his hips.

Up in the hall the portrait of Mrs Walburga Black begins screaming and ranting about blood traitors and half breeds, but the two cousins don't care. Their lust is too great to feel guilty over who they are - and Mrs Black would only be proud to know they kept it in the family.

Sirius breathes heavily, adoring the feeling of soft skin and strong legs and silk warmth enfolding his erection. Adoring the feeling of Nymphadora Tonks all around him.

Tonks breathing comes in hiccups and soon she begins to roll her hips to get him moving. He takes the hint and starts to move in and out of her, picking up the pace to the rhythm of his mother's ranting. He knew the old hag was good for something.

"Oh my God." Tonks weeps as she comes closer and closer to orgasm. "Please, Sirius, please."

He is also close to release, so very close, but he just needs to hold out a little longer. He wants to hear her come, wants to see her face distorted in pleasure.

"Sirius." she finally screams as her walls contract around him. Her face screws up as her orgasm hits, she arches back as he echoes her scream: "Nora." and spills his warm seed inside her, being milked by her tight cunt until he is spent and he has to grip the edge of the kitchen counter not to fall to the floor in a heap.

Together they slowly sink to the floor. Her legs still securely around him, his slacking penis still within her warmth.

"If I didn't know better," she breaths as they lie down to nap on the kitchen floor, "I'd say you have the hormones of an adolescent."

"Only around you." he answers and his mouths find her in a lazy, wet snog.

100 themes: Buffy

2008-10-25T16:50:36Z

100 themes: Buffy 100~500 words drabbles
1. New year	26. At the movies	51. My love	76. Alcoholic beverages
2. Together	27. In the rain	52. Weekend	77. Insomnia
3. Eye-glasses	28. Sunlight	53. Cakes	78. Plays
4. Reading	29. Pure	54. Adults	79. Too shy
5. Family	30. Christmas	55. En route	80. Blues
6. Sad pain	31. Snack time	56. Delays	81. Zero
7. Sky	32. Eyes	57. It is warm	82. Fruits
8. The future	33. Confused	58. Hobbies	83. Hopes
9. Opposite	34. The window	59. Fish	84. Forest
10. Smiles	35. Covered up	60. Powerful wind	85. Blessing
11. Letters	36. Bright lights	61. Appearances from behind	86. Absent
12. Just in case	37. Feel	62. Songs	87. Character
13. Fallen leaves	38. Ribbons	63. Money	88. Reds
14. Pout	39. Try again	64. Puzzle	89. Cute
15. Nap	40. Contact	65. Candle light	90. Greed
16. Friends forever	41. Baths	66. Six	91. Glad
17. Profile	42. Summer time	67. Lips	92. Whites
18. Birthday	43. Pets	68. Conversation	93. Dawn
19. Alone	44. Anniversary	69. On the hill	94. Fantasies
20. Black and white	45. Thank you	70. Wings	95. Crews
21. Untitled	46. Hands	71. Hats	96. Lullaby
22. Winter	47. Side jobs	72. Charm	97. Night skies
23. Good fortune	48. In the dark	73. Shrinking	98. Warmth
24. Flowers	49. Sick	74. Music	99. First day
25. Students	50. Shoulders	75. Bare feet	100. Last days

100 themes: Babylon 5

2008-10-25T16:48:09Z

100 themes: Babylon 5 100~500 words drabbles
1. Savings box	26. Body fat	51. Dirt	76. Magic
2. Lip cream	27. Soap bubbles	52. Jewel	77. Trick
3. Photograph	28. Secret	53. Melting chocolate	78. Mercy & earthquake
4. Plaster (or band aid)	29. Thing left behind	54. Miracle	79. China dress
5. Oil, Sex	30. Blood	55. Pet	80. Nut, fruit or berry
6. Travelling abroad	31. Glasses	56. Chain	81. Contact lens
7. Group of shooting stars	32. Homemade	57. The ability to live	82. Why?
8. Ball game	33. Punishment	58. Sake (the alcohol)	83. Black tea
9. King	34. Love seat	59. Old money	84. World of dreams
10. Burn	35. Memory loss	60. A silence	85. Study orchids
11. Trouble maker	36. Glass work	61. Shyness	86. Holiday
12. Vacuum cleaner	37. Experiment	62. Time limit	87. Virtual image
13. Kiss	38. Shell	63. Fortune telling	88. Clock
14. Muscular training	39. Playing House	64. Rejection	89. Fallen Angel
15. Young leaves mark	40. Rope	65. Calendar	90. Word
16. Hypnosis	41. Falling cherry blossoms	66. Learning from experience	91. Crown
17. The duty of siblings	42. Wing	67. Childhood friend	92. Person of fictitious
18. Straight perm	43. Tactician	68. Smile	93. Indirectly
19. Rest head on somebody's lap	44. Coffee	69. Aspect combination umbrella	94. Good-bye
20. Contract	45. Legend	70. Ice	95. Assistance
21. Quiz	46. Visiting one's parents	71. Mark	96. Sunlight through the leaves
22. Emotion	47. Individual lesson	72. Women's bathing suit	97. The common cold
23. Castle in the sky	48. Ruggedness (or irregularity)	73. Flower language	98. Cloud
24. Hay fever	49. Colour	74. Afro	99. Voice
25. Pierce	50. Candy	75. Oath	100. 365 days

100 themes: Naruto

2008-10-25T16:46:47Z

100 themes: Naruto 100~500 words drabbles
1. Introduction	26. Tears	51. Sport	76. Broken Pieces
2. Love	27. Foreign	52. Deep in Thought	77. Test
3. Light	28. Sorrow	53. Keeping a Secret	78. Drink
4. Dark	29. Happiness	54. Tower	79. Starvation
5. Seeking Solace	30. Under the Rain	55. Waiting	80. Words
6. Break Away	31. Flowers	56. Danger Ahead	81. Pen and Paper
7. Heaven	32. Night	57. Sacrifice	82. Can You Hear Me?
8. Innocence	33. Expectations	58. Kick in the Head	83. Heal
9. Drive	34. Stars	59. No Way Out	84. Out Cold
10. Breathe Again	35. Hold My Hand	60. Rejection	85. Spiral
11. Memory	36. Precious Treasure	61. Fairy Tale	86. Seeing Red
12. Insanity	37. Eyes	62. Magic	87. Food
13. Misfortune	38. Abandoned	63. Do Not Disturb	88. Pain
14. Smile	39. Dreams	64. Multitasking	89. Through the Fire
15. Silence	40. Rated	65. Horror	90. Triangle
16. Questioning	41. Teamwork	66. Traps	91. Drowning
17. Blood	42. Standing Still	67. Playing the Melody	92. All That I Have
18. Rainbow	43. Dying	68. Hero	93. Give Up
19. Gray	44. Two Roads	69. Annoyance	94. Last Hope
20. Fortitude	45. Illusion	70. 67%	95. Advertisement
21. Vacation	46. Family	71. Obsession	96. In the Storm
22. Mother Nature	47. Creation	72. Mischief Managed	97. Safety First
23. Cat	48. Childhood	73. I Can't	98. Puzzle
24. No Time	49. Stripes	74. Are You Challenging Me?	99. Solitude
25. Trouble Lurking	50. Breaking the Rules	75. Mirror	100. Relaxation

100 themes master index

2008-10-25T16:44:46Z

Tables:
Babylon 5
Buffy
Naruto

Coming:
Andromeda
Farscape
Lord of the Rings
Pirates of the Caribbean
Star Trek
Stargate

Want to do:
Battlestar Galactica
Buck Rogers
Doctor Who
Firefly
Flash Gordon
Ghost in the shell
Harry Potter
King Arthur
Marvel comics
NCIS
Pitch Black/Riddick
Star Wars

HP fanfic: Lovely manners

2008-10-25T16:40:35Z

Title: Lovely manners
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing(s): SS/NT
Rating: (soft) NC-17
Words: 2067

Summery: Tonks is in for a rather unusual ending to a detention.

Author’s Note: This was written in more or less one go to make sure I actually finished (and not just put it off like I do all half finished pieces). As always spellchecked, but not beta read so it might contain misspellings or grammatical errors.

Disclaimer (a): This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K. Rowling, various publishers including – but not limited to – Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Disclaimer (b): I recognize the difference between fiction and reality – I trust that readers do the same. Any illegal acts taking place within this fiction are not condoned by the author. Portrayal of questionable, illegal or potentially illegal activities in this story does not mean I condone, promote, support, participate in or approve of said conduct.

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Hey little girl, you broke the laws
– AC/DC: Money Talks

Potion Classroom, Dungeons, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

The dungeons were as dark and damp as they always were when Hufflepuff, and troublemaker extraordinary, Nymphadora Tonks – ‘Don’t call me Nymphadora!’ mind you – made her way down into them for yet another detention with Mr. grim and grumpy, Severus Snape, Head of Slytherin House.

It wasn’t that she didn’t like him, she reflected heavily while descending the stone steps, it was just that... she didn’t like him very much or at all really. Snape wasn’t nice to anyone – least of all non-Slytherins – and even less to her for some reason; yes she was clumsy, she could agree, but she was the best student in her year – ahead of even the most studious of Ravenclaws.

This was by far not her first detention with him – she had spent hours and hours scrubbing disgusting cauldrons and sorting various animal parts into glass jars; it was strange because she had made sure not to misbehave in his class since her first detention, but he always managed to find something to charge her with and took a superfluous amount of delight from making her suffer.

“Wotcher, Professor,” Tonks greeted with faked cheerfulness that didn’t fool the Potion Master who only arched a black eyebrow at her in reply from behind the greasy curtains of his dark hair.

“Don’t leave a mess,” he commanded and nodded in the direction of a small pile of old school cauldrons – not the entire stock, but a handful recently used dented pots.

“Alreet,” she smiled falsely – taking off her hat as she eased out of both robes and vest before removing her tie making sure as few of her clothes as possible ended up stinking of whatever potion had been in the cauldrons – she had had a stash of white shirts and school skirts, courtesy of her mother who didn’t believe Tonks could keep from soiling herself like she did when she was a little girl, and dozens upon dozens of yellow and black knee socks so it didn’t really matter if they ended up stinking.

Professor Snape didn’t look up from his desk as Tonks stripped off the excess articles or after and she was rather glad about that since her skirt was becoming a bit too short and her shirt a bit too tight now that she had hit her growth spurt – Tonks really didn’t want a reprimand for her clothing; it wouldn’t have mattered was she allowed to morph, but both the Headmaster and her Head of House had strictly forbidden it – ‘It’s for your own safely,’ they had said, ‘you’ll find that out the hard way one day I’m afraid.’ Her hips had began to fill out over the year and her chest grow alarmingly – ‘Blacks are always early to mature – and we are well endowed,’ her mother had explained and managed to convey smugness even in writing when Tonks had owled her a panicked letter concerning the natural changes.

Without even a sound of protest she set about to fetch the necessary scrubbing materials from the correct cupboard – knowing from experience where they were and which equipment she needed – rolling up her sleeves she began.

The lack of complaining worried Snape slightly and he glanced over at the girl from where he mutely was correcting the First Year Student’s essays – ‘Worthless all of them, of course’ – and managed to quiet an undignified yelp before it was registered by the Hufflepuff. Tonks’ school skirt didn’t even reach mid-thigh even though it rode low on her wide hips and her tight white shirt didn’t leave much else to imagination either as it had dampened with perspiration as she slaved away with the cauldrons – she didn’t remind him in the slightest of that hateful cousin of her hers right now and he could feel his arousal grow the more she jerked as a result of her hunched position while scrubbing. Damn her – she was the only gir-- – ‘No, woman,’ he corrected himself to keep feeling disgust over his rising excitement – who removed clothing when being in the same room as he – even as innocently as this had been.

“Alright there, Professor?” Tonks asked and half turned to catch his eye from her crouched position when she felt his eyes on her back – ‘You just love tempting faith, don’t you?’ a small inner voice berated her, but fell silent when she noticed he wasn’t going to reproach her on her clothes – he was staring at her thigh just below the hem of her short skirt and she narrowly managed to swallow a squeak – ‘Mr. tall, dark, greasy, sardonic and grumpy, but still rather sexy, fiend of her school existence was eyeing her hungrily’.

“Mind what you’re doing, you silly bint,” Snape snapped and turned furiously back to the scrolls at his desk – degrading quite a few in his irritation at being caught staring lustfully at a student.

“Lovely manners,” she muttered under her breath without thinking – immediately hoping Snape hadn’t caught it – and wiped her brow, getting a dirty smudge on it at the same time she swabbed off some sweat, before continuing her washing.

The Professor wished he could just leave the classroom and take care of the erection growing between his legs, but that would be suspicious and he didn’t like having gossip spread about him – he always observed student detention in the Potion classroom and if Tonks mentioned any divergence students would talk – ‘Damn him for being so predictable.’

Her exposed thighs tingled from the memory of Snape’s intense gaze earlier – the ghost feeling grew stronger with each passing second, but she forced herself from scratching to get rid of it – not wanting him to know the effect his look had on her; not being able to scratch her itch she felt herself dampen and clenched once in hopes the budding arousal would go away – it had the reverse affect and she cursed herself for admitting to herself she found Snape was sexy before.

“Are you alright, Miss Tonks,” the Professor asked coldly – almost as a late echo to her earlier enquiry – having caught sight of her body tightening momentarily.

“Me?” she yelped, cursing herself for the slip up just as she finished with the last cauldron and tried to salvage to situation by adding: “I’m peachy,” and then remembering herself she adding a ‘sir.’

A revelation hit Snape – she was turned on as well – maybe, just maybe this could be worked out; he knew the Headmaster didn’t approve fraternizing with students, but there was really no law in the Wizarding world that forbade it; younger gir-- – ‘women’, he corrected again – than Tonks had been married off.

“Stop lying and come here,” Snape made up his mind and commanded.

Tonks gulped, wondering what was in store for her – a scolding of some kind or... she didn’t even dare think it as she slowly rose and wiped her hands on the front of her skirt and walked over to stand before the large desk – remarkably without tripping once, but she was only dead clumsy when she was morphed and that too would pass she was sure.

“Come around,” he instructed and locked his eyes on hers when she walked around to him – he opened his robes to make the girl aware of the large bugle in his trousers and smirked at her when she subconsciously licked her lips.

Snape flicked his wand at the door and muttered what Tonks knew was a locking charm before he made an effort to slowly unhooking the buttons in his fly and freeing his rigid manhood while Tonks observed – he knew it was rather large and hoped she was among the few women who found the sight of a penis arousing.

His phallus was impressive she decided – the few blokes’ she had peeked at in the Quidditch locker as they wanked off were tiny – and she felt herself constrict in anticipation and silently wondered what it would feel like being penetrated by a cock rather than her own fingers.

When Tonks didn’t move Snape wrapped an arm around her waist to draw her closer and snaked the other below her skirt into her cotton pant to touch her sex – not wet enough he decided. Without a word he pulled her onto his lap and arranged her to straddle him and started to un-clasp the buttons in her tight shirt – smirking when she did the same with his black one; ‘No bra,’ Snape observed with an approving nod – she was just as ample as she appeared and hadn’t tried to give an impression of larger endowments than she had.

Tonks didn’t mask her surprised moan when he flickered a thumb across one of her taunt nipples at the same time as he rubbed his erection against her fold through her now damp pants – he bent forwards and nibbled at the skin on her collarbone while one hand explored her breasts and the other found its way back inside her pants to tease her bud.

This wasn’t like snogging in some closet she had to admit, but decided to explore his now bare chest as he was touching hers – he gasped when her hands began roaming and slid a finger inside her vagina making Tonks catch her breath as well.

She was wet now more than enough, Snape resolved and stopped his ministrations – confusing Tonks for a moment until she made up her mind and started to plant small kisses and nibbles along his tall neck – making him smirk as he grabbed his wand and uttered a few words that removed her pants; he was pleased when she stopped and looked wide eyed and him, then her white cotton panties he now held in his hands, and then back at him again.

Dumping both pants and wand on the floor Snape quickly removed his robes the rest of the way – draping them over the scrolls at his desk before grabbing Tonks about her hips and quickly rising – unceremoniously putting her down on top of the desk he positioned himself between her now widely parted legs and guided his erect member to her entrance.

Tonks eyes bugled and she moaned loudly as Snape abruptly pushed into her vagina and shattered her virgin membrane in one fell swoop – he brutally began thrusting in and out promptly setting a slow but hard rhythm seemingly oblivious to the pained gasps beneath him. The first few lunges stung and burnt, but soon her pained moans turned to whines of pleasure when his penis repeatedly his a nerve bundle inside of her she never knew existed and she wrapped her long legs around his hips subconsciously to tap him there forever.

Something was building inside her making her breathing come in pants and huffs – she was surprised she his lips captured hers and his tongue forced its way into her mouth and she responded by closing her eyes and snogging him back between her gasps; his mouth swallowed Tonks’ scream as hot waves of pleasure emanated from her vagina and crashed over her.

Snape smirked satisfied against her lips as her walls squeeze around him and he shoved his large erection into her harder than before until he too came, and he ejected his hot load into her knowing it seeped out her impossibly tight channel together with her juices – ‘It was worth is,’ he determined as pulled out of the girl and commanded the abandoned wand to his hand to clean up the mess of their coupling fluids had made on his robes.

He pulled up and fastened his trousers before putting Tonks down on the floor on shaky legs and returning her pants – he didn’t look at her as he removed the robe from on top of the essays to continue marking them.

“If you’re finished,” Snape drawled coolly and added a biting comment in the margin of some poor student’s scroll, “you can leave.”

Tonks frowned – it wasn’t as if she had imagined flowers and puppies to be the result of shagging him, nevertheless she was slightly disappointed by the lack of any kind of acknowledgement – ‘He had bloody well kissed her!’ she mutely fumed, but wisely decided to simply put on her discarded clothes and leave the dungeons – there would be more detentions she knew when she could even the score.

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[back-dated from curlaw @ lj]

Marvel tripple drabble: Don’t ask for a pat on the head

2008-10-25T16:08:42Z

Title: Don’t ask for a pat on the head
Fandom: Marvel Comics
Main Character(s): Jubilation Lee/Jubilee/Wondra; Tony Stark/Iron Man (indirectly)
Rating: PG
Words: 300

Summery: Jubilee is mulling over the subject of Tony Stark following the events in New Warriors v4 #002-003.

Author's Note: Just a simple vignette in the form of a triple drabble.

Disclaimer: Marvel and all related characters are trademarks and copyrighted to Marvel Characters, Inc. No money is being made from this. No copyright infringement is intended.

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No one could ever accuse Tony Stark of not being opportunistic, Jubilee mused dryly while her eyes traced the words in the newspaper article in front of her – to think she looked up to him once – even used to harboured a small crush on him instigated way before he went public with his secret crime fighting identity.

A few months after Wolverine introduced her to the X-Men – long before she ever met Iron Man, she was sitting in Beast’s lab waiting for lab results on something or other and in her utter teenage boredom she picked up a magazine, Science Today. There, on the front cover, was the hottest thing since sliced cupcakes – twenty-something year old industrialist, genius inventor and filthy rich CEO of Stark Industries – she had an instant crush.

As an X-Man she then worked with Iron Man and the (old) Avengers on a number of occasions – she liked the sardonic metal man and his witty comments never failed to bring a smile to her face, didn’t matter she had no idea who he was beneath that red and gold suit – she looked up to Iron Man.

Learning Tony Stark and Iron Man was one and the same didn’t help much – brains, smarts and a body to die for – more fuel was thrown on her tiny fire, but then things started to go down hill and the sweet taste of her crush started to grow sourer by each turn of events – first turning a Governmental lackey and then embracing the Superhuman Registration Act...

To make things worse he had to go embarrass himself more by publicly asking them to join his Initiative of ‘model and responsible’ ‘Superheroes’ – true heroes aren’t created, she thought angrily, true heroes simply are and they don’t ask for a pat on the head.

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[back-dated from curlaw @ lj]

SG1 drabble: Daniel wouldn't have believed

2008-10-25T16:04:54Z

Title: Daniel wouldn't have believed
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Main Character(s): Daniel Jackson
Rating: PG
Word Count: 264

Authors note(s): (I) A drabble, to me, is between 100 and 500 words. Anything shorter is a snippet, and anything longer is a ficlet. (II) I don't know why, but this drabble - in the form of a thought - lodge itself in my head and demanded to be written. It's short and not very coherent, but I actually like it, nonetheless.

Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1 are the property of MGM-UA Worldwide Television, Gekko Film Corp, Glassner/Wright Double Secret Productions and Stargate SG-1 Prod. Ltd. Partnership. This fan fiction is not intended as an infringement upon those rights and solely meant for entertainment. I'm not making any money of this.

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If someone had told Daniel one year ago that "one year from now the commander of SG-1 will cook a mean Risotto," Daniel wouldn't have believe him. Jack was the worst cook in two galaxies - and counting - far worse than Rodney McKay, who had once food poisoned a whole science department with canned fruit salad...

If someone had told him that "one year from now Jack O'Neill will leave the SGC to play around with the big brass in Washington - and he'll cheat Sam out of her first command," Daniel wouldn't have believed him.

But Jack did leave for D.C., and Sam didn't get SG-1.

If someone had told him that "one year from now SG-1 will be lead by someone with a perfect record," Daniel wouldn't have believe him.

But SG-1 went to a young hotshot with a complete record, and it felt natural for everyone to follow Jack's example and move on. Teal'c had to help build the Free Jaffa Nation, Sam could finally start a real life and spend as much time as she pleased on science alone, and Daniel, he could finally go to Atlantis like he had always dreamt of.

But, it was harder to leave the SGC than he first had thought, because Daniel hadn't taken into account the hidden factors - the universe needed saving, again, and the young hotshot pilot wouldn't take no for an answer.

And, when it all came down to it, Daniel wasn't all that sorry for missing out on Atlantis, because Mitchell did cook one Hell of a Risotto.

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[back-dated from curlaw @ lj]

Jaylee poem: Butterflies and Bad Temper

2008-10-24T17:01:13Z

Title: Butterflies and Bad Temper
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Jaylee
Rating: PG
Word Count: 42

Disclaimer: Firefly/Serenity belong to Joss Whedon (who is God, and I can't take credit for his genius), Mutant Enemy, Fox Entertainment, Universal Studios, et cetera. I'm not making any money of this.

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She's all smiles and butterflies
There may be rain and thunder
But she still shines

Like a thousand suns

He's all muscles and bad temper
There's always swearing and crude jokes
But she doesn't mind one bit

Because she knows they fit

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[back-dated from curlaw @ lj]