#micro drabbles

[thinkblotted]

"Do you ever wish we could turn into bats?" Paul asks. He lazily blows smoke towards the ceiling, licking his dry lips.

David hums, eyes closed and head leaned back against Dwayne, listening to the quiet flipping of pages. Dostoyevsky was weighty.

"Some vampires can turn into bats," he reminds his packmate.

"Well, yeah, but do you wanna?" Paul asks more pointedly. "I think. It could be cool. Like you fly around everywhere, freak people out."

"You can already do both those things," Dwayne adds in.

Paul blinks and the revelation sinks in.

"Oh yeah!" He laughs, sluggishly turning over to rest his head on Dwayne's other shoulder. "But it would be cool to have wings."

"You'd have to flap your arms super fast," Marko chimes in. But Paul shakes his head.

"Not if I was like, like a dragon, like a vampire bat dragon, with six arms and legs and stuff."

David peeks open an eye. "Well then you'd be a dragon, not a bat."

Paul's face falls. "Oh yeah."

Silence reigns in the cave.

"Do you think there's vampires who can turn into dragons?"

[vorchagirl]

May I be mean and request No. 2 from the microstory List for Sage and Reyes?

"Kash!"

She heard Lucanis call her name as she stormed down the hallway, her vision blurred by tears. The sound of his footsteps on the thick carpets grew louder, and she increased her speed and ignored him, too angry and upset to face him right now.

"Kashandra! Rook! Stop!" He caught her by the arm, turning her to face him. "Let me explain!"

Kash ripped herself out of his hold and stumbled back a step, desperate to keep distance between them. Being near him hurt too much right now. She had thought Lucanis and Viago were people she could count on, and that Lucanis was the one person who wouldn't lie to her. But he was no different to his grandmother - happily stringing her along like a puppet.

"I don't want to talk to you right now!" she snapped and kept her gaze on the floor, horrified as the tears spilled over and rolled down her cheeks. "I need some time to think. I need to-"

"You need to listen to me - I would never lie to you!" His voice had an edge of desperation to it that sent a surge of pleasure through Kash. "You mean too much to me, and I lo-"

"This was a mistake!" she snapped, cutting off whatever he had been about to say. "We were a mistake. You're not who I thought you were, and I need some space." Kash turned away from him, ignoring the small sound of pain he let out. "Don't follow me, Lucanis. I can't stand the sight of you right now."

(Hope you liked it! And yes, you can expect this scene in a future chapter of Untouchable!) (Oops sorry @leysendris I responded to the wrong ask! XD I'll write yours next! I'm sssssoooorrrryyyyy!!!)

[thinkblotted]

have to describe to you a scene Berd described last night

Paul waking up in the middle of the night by Dwayne leaning over him, basically sitting on his chest, staring into his eyes like some demonic, over-sized cat.

"Hey."

"GAH- FUCK! What the fuck man!" Paul almost screams, clutching the pillow in his arms tighter to his chest, like that would shield him.

"You gotta go."

Paul squints up at his packmate. "Wha...?"

Dwayne doesn't wait for him. "You gotta get up. I don't know what you took, but I can hear your heartbeat from over there, and you can't sleep here. I can't take it."

There's not time to even question what the hell Dwayne might mean by that, because before Paul can react, he's being picked up by the back of his shirt like a bad kitten being scruffed, and bodily yanked from the nest.

Dweayne deposits him in the hallway of the cabin, with only the pillow Paul still has clutched in his arms, and shuts the door behind him. The lock clicks into place.

Paul looks at it dumbly for a few seconds, before turning around and banging on the door. "Hey! DWAYNE!"

-

David is used to random bullshit happening when he's not looking - it comes with the territory of being in a pack with the people he's with.

But this is one for the books.

Rather than question it, he simply steps over the body of Paul, asleep with his legs splayed up the wall, pillow over his face rather than under it, the hallway rug pulled halfway over him.

He's sure there's a perfectly logical explanation.

And he's not going to ask for it.

[thinkblotted]

"And you'll stay there until I decide you've had enough time to think!"

Max snarls like a rabid dog as he drags David's naked, limp body to the pit he'd dug. The broken bones in David's neck grind together, a numb sort of pain his only solace - for now. Soon, they would mend. And he would feel everything. With a last hiss of effort, Max flings him down. David has only one moment to see the face of the boy he'd begged for to live - pleaded for to be allowed to live - watching him with terrified eyes but a silent voice, before it's lost over the edge of the hole.

David lands hard, and the loose soil powders over his bare skin. Loose and freshly dug by David himself only minutes before.

The salt in the dirt begins it's holy, cleansing work immediately, and blood burns to the surface of his body. It eats into him as more is shoved over him, blotting out the sky. Working into his eyes and mouth.

A burning trench two feet deep - a grave for the sins he'd committed against his god.

[thinkblotted]

The producers of cheerie-os probably didn't think that creating their cereal in a ring formation would ever save the life of someone eating them, but then, clearly they hadn't met Sam Emerson attempting not to die at seven in the morning when he sees the state of his brother as he walks through the door.

"Holy-" Sam pauses to cough on milk and half-chewed grain, "-shit! What the hell happened, Mike?"

He looks like he's been through a sand storm with prejudice. There's twigs in his curly hair, and his shirt and pants, clean only five minutes ago when he'd gone to take the trash out, are coated in fine red dirt. There's a small, hoof-shaped print on his jeans.

Michael just glares at Sam and then yells into the depths of the house, "Mom! The javalinas are back again!"

"Again?" Their mother shouts back from the upstairs bathroom, lament in her voice.

Michael comes to the kitchen table, plunking himself down in his seat and starting to pick dry sticks out of his hair.

"Damn pigs," he grumbles.

"Hey," Sam shrugs, "it's probably a form of endearment."

Michael raises an eyebrow at him.

Sam grins. "They see you as one of their own."

Michael upends the box of cereal on Sam's head, and now they both have to shower again.

[autumnsnuggling]

Hi ! For the little drabble thing, can you do sunbathing with Jeddy please ? ( I love your works !!! And you 🙈)

Hi! Thank you so much!!!! G;ad you like my stuff, you’re so sweet!!! <3 

(Okay, literally this is perfect because I had a drabble idea yesterday that was similar to this and now I have an excuse to write it lol)

8. Sunbathing - Jeddy

Warmth caressed Teddy’s skin, covering every inch of his body. A gentle breeze whispered through the trees that waved lazily above him, and the stream bubbled gently beside him. In the distance, every so often a rhythmic clop of hooves met his ears, as horses grazed in the lush meadows. 

It was almost perfect. After the month he’d had, he needed a break, and sunbathing was just the thing. The only that could make it better was...

“Oof!” Something heavy hit his stomach, the ground vibrating beneath him as the thing settled beside him. Before he could even lift his head, the voice of his boyfriend met his ears.

“I live here now.” Teddy snorted but was too content to reply. His hand automatically reached for James’ unruly hair, massaging his scalp and running his fingers through the silky locks. The Gryffindor hummed in approval, curling into the touch.

“You make a good pillow.” James’ voice was light, mingling with the tinkle of the running water.

“Glad to hear it, you lump!” He chuckled, James’ head bouncing slightly on his stomach as they both snickered. As the sun slowly travelled across the sky, he drank in James’ quiet company. He was a noisy bugger most of the time, but he always knew exactly when Teddy needed a break, and what better way to recover than to sunbathe, soothed by the scent of nature and the lullaby of his lover’s gentle breaths?

Thanks once again @imbiasfuckbabes! Hope you enjoy!!! <3

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[autumnsnuggling]

7!

AHH! THANK YOU!!!

7. Silent Fury (I've chosen Drarry because an idea popped into my head)

"Haaarrryyyy..." Draco whined from the living room. Harry couldn't help but grin at his dramatic boyfriend as he gave the spaghetti Bolognese a final stir before poking his head around the door.

"Yes, Draco Dearest?" He chuckled as Draco's eyes narrowed at him.

"Shut up, Scarhead." He muttered before throwing himself dramatically against the cushions on the sofa. "Sapphire won't talk to meee!!!!"

"Well maybe that's because you forced her off your lap when she was trying to love you.” Harry rolled his eyes. “You deserve her silent fury. You rejected the most beautiful cat in the world!" Draco merely scowled.

"Make her love me!!!"

"I can't you nimwit, she's as sensitive as you are! You're just going to have to deal with the consequences of pissing off a cat who’s just as stubborn and prissy as her owner! Now, let me be or you won't have any dinner either!"

Thanks @secretlycrazyhummingbird for the prompt! Definitely wrote this on my lunch break, hence it being a bit rough lmao.

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[kieren-fucking-walker]

MorMor/Leather

(Quite possibly the worst of the lot and I'm willing to bet not at all what you were expecting but oh well)

Sebastian had owned the jacket for as long as he could remember, wearing it when it was far too big on him until he eventually grew into it, he considered it a kind of permanent fixture in his life. The leather was soft with wear, and smelt familiar, like a home he could carry with him because he certainly didn't have one of his own (well, not up until now anyway) it was rare that he would be caught without it. It was really strange then, when he walked in one day to find Jim messing about in the kitchen, wearing his jacket. He stopped in the doorway at the sight, frowning to himself before speaking up. "That's my jacket" he stated, realising that he sounded like an idiot the moment it left his mouth. "I mean, why are you wearing it?" he asked, still frowning at the other man. Jim shrugged, turning to face him. "You were gone, I was cold, it was there" he replied easily, turning back to what he was doing. Sebastian stared for a moment longer before striding across the room to spin Jim round and pull the jacket off him, the soft leather feeling so familiar, and yet so different when coming from the other man. "Don't" he started, glaring down at the criminal, "wear my jacket." Jim stared at him for a moment before smiling sweetly up at him in that infuriating way which meant he was rather pleased with himself. "Little shit" Sebastian muttered, pulling the jacket on and leaving the room.