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Holy bananas, I've missed more updates than I expected. Apologies to anyone actually waiting for theirs, and here are (most of) the ones I've missed.

For [ profile] simmysim
Wordcount: 100
Prompt: Taito, sex on the beach, an increadibly corny pickup-line
A/N: Possibly not what you meant by Sex on the beach. Or the pickup line.

“They gave you the wrong Crest.” Matt started as Tai suddenly loomed over him, framed from the back by the setting sun. Shock and anger registered at his lover’s words.
“You should have got the Crest of Sexy instead.” Tai interrupted, and as Matt realised he was grinning ear to ear, his anger changed into good-tempered disgust.
“That has got to be the worst line you’ve used in your entire life.”
“Well,” Before he got any further Matt lunged for his knees, tumbling him onto the beach beside him before proceeding to get sand in the most interesting places.

For [ profile] glass_icarus
Wordcount: 100
Prompt: Crowley/Aziraphale, hay fever.
A/n: The penguin snuck in. I couldn't stop it.

Aziraphale hated it when he had to get a new body; it always took so long for them to realise that they weren’t fully human, and as such didn’t have to obey the conventional laws governing said bodies.
This new one, for instance, seemed determined to have an allergic reaction to Crowley’s plants. It was the first time the angel had suffered from hay fever and he was hating every second of it. And Crowley was useless, alternating between barely stifled mirth and vague concern.
The angel sneezed again, rippling reality. In a different universe, Sirius Black turned into penguin.

For [ profile] amor_remanet
Wordcount: 245
Prompt: Aziraphale/Crowley, an older Adam, Dog, snow, plaid, scarves, pockets, coffee. I failed at the coffee and the pockets.

They were in St James’s Park, feeding the ducks, when the almost-familiar dog bounded up to them. It was a mongrel, one ear turned inside out, larger than they thought they remembered. It bounded around them, kicking up snow as it went, looking pleadingly at the chunk of bread Aziraphale held. The angel laughed, bending down to fuss the dog as Crowley looked at it in suspicion.
As soon as Aziraphale was low enough the dog lunged, it’s mouth opening as it thrust forwards. It skittered away immediately, one end of Aziraphale’s ridiculously long plaid scarf clutched firmly in it’s teeth, and started dancing in circles around him and Crowley. In the utter confusion, the two became thoroughly tangled with the scarf and each other, which ended with the angel losing his balance and falling over, pulling Crowley with him. The dog let out a gleeful bark and dashed off before they’d thought to miracle themselves free from the writhing fabric.
They never noticed the teenaged boy, all golden hair and scruffy trainers, standing nearby and grinning at the two supernatural beings currently rolling in the snow, one of whom was cursing fluently. He reached down with one hand to pat the head of the dog who’d caused the incident as it galloped up to him before sitting, panting, at his feet. One final, knowing smile, watching the two rolling figures stop frantically trying to separate themselves, and the space he’d occupied was suddenly empty.

For: [ profile] xxflissxx
Wordcount: 100
Prompt: Sirius/OFC, Sirius realises she's the one for him.
A/n: I really don't think this is what you meant with the prompt, but it's all I could manage. The R/S snuck in there slightly as well.

“I think she’s the one, Moony!” Sirius was almost trembling with excitement as he dragged Remus along the street, looking for the right house. “I mean, wait ‘til you see her, especially when she’s all done up and ready to go out!” Remus laughed at his friend’s enthusiasm, half jogging to keep up with the other boy’s longer strides.
When they finally got there, Remus was impressed. A beautiful body, gorgeous colouring, and a good age. He let Sirius know he approved, and that was all the encouragement needed. Half an hour later, everything was settled.
The motorbike was his.

For: [ profile] ladyblack888
Wordcount: 250
Prompt: Dog/Padfoot friendship

Sirius doesn’t really know where he is when he meets the strange dog. He’s on his way to London, heading back to that place, that makes him want to snarl and stiffen his back legs in hatred and disgust.
It’s smaller than him by far, but something about it suggests it wouldn’t be an easy mark for Padfoot to dominate, to intimidate. It smells of something that could become a raging fire, but instead puts him in mind of a fireplace, small, loved and tended by someone devoted who in return has the fire devoted to them. The dog has something other about him as well, something that reminds Padfoot of being man-and-dog but isn’t the same. This is not the strange dog’s natural form, but it is him nonetheless.
And then it barks, wagging it’s tail so hard it’s entire rear end gyrates and Padfoot switches off the man-thoughts that start intruding and instead replies with a joyful WOOF! before running after the other dog in a friendly race, a friendly chase-me.
Hours later, when the big black dog has eventually, reluctantly left, Dog returns home to his Master full of dog and not-dog thoughts. He knows what it is to be in a borrowed form, but like the other not-quite-dog he’d run with most of the day, he enjoyed it, was content with it. And knew that, whatever form they wore, they’d always have a young boy-Master to take care of.

For [ profile] kittehkat
Wordcount: 150
Prompt: Remus/Sirius, Marauder-era, nipple.
A/n: possibly not what you intended either. Slightly angsty. But it does contain nipples!

Sirius can never understand why Remus flinches when he playfully taps him on the nose, when he strokes his tongue across his sensitive nipples. Why he flinches at these actions, but not when Sirius’s caresses move over his self-inflicted scars.
Remus can never tell Sirius why he flinches at a touch to his nose, at the tongue across his nipples. How, when he was called for his final Werewolf Registration, the man in control, the sadist in charge, had stuck silver rings through all three places and controlled him by them, led him by them when he was led from cell to branding room to cell. How he took them out when they were finished with him and poured some strange liquid over the wounds that was freezing and burning and evaporated, leaving no mark.
He can’t tell Sirius why he flinches at the touches to his non-existent scars.

Date: 2006-04-26 11:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Ooo, dark! I like it! Thanks so much! And happy birthday! :)

Date: 2006-04-26 11:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you!

And I'm glad you liked it. *is relieved*

Date: 2006-04-26 11:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you! And Happy Birtgday!

Date: 2006-04-26 11:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
:D I take it that's approval? :P

Thank you!

Date: 2006-04-27 01:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

I'm not familiar with the fandom for the first one, but they were all fabulous! I quite liked the creative use of Dog and Sirius turning into a penguin; they were great touches. :D

Happy Birthday, and thank you very much! :D

Date: 2006-04-29 10:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Dog's cool. :P

The first one is Digimon, series 1.

Thank you!

Date: 2006-04-27 07:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Oh, awesome! Thank you so much, that really made my day, actually. X3

Date: 2006-04-29 10:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Yay! I'm glad you liked it, especially since it's been a while since I last wrote Digi-fic. :)

Date: 2006-04-27 02:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Dude some absolutely fantastic drabbles here that made me laugh out loud (and some made me go 'ewww!' but that wasn't totally unexpected). I loved the Aziraphale- sneezing one (especially the last line- pure brilliance!). I love the motorbike one too- didn't expect that at all! And I can't see ANY slash in that one except for the fact that Remus and Sirius are both in it. Actually, that ones my favourite. I love i when you write like that! The last drabble just freaked me out.

Date: 2006-04-29 10:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I had to put in the penguin line. I had to.
And yes, I couldn't think of a proper female character so I substituted the bike. The slash is mainly there if you squint really hard.

And the last one just...happened. But I'm quite proud of it, in a strange way.

Date: 2006-05-11 01:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Good Omens and HP just beg to be crossed sometimes, but it never occurred to me to cross them via Padfoot and Dog.

Love the description of Dog: It smells of something that could become a raging fire, but instead puts him in mind of a fireplace, small, loved and tended by someone devoted who in return has the fire devoted to them. Perfect.


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