I am completely bored as well, except it's the bored where I have millions of things to do and no will to do it? So here goes.
These are almost all gift-fics, by the way, so this is a super sneak preview. Shhhh.
1. Celena/Gaddes (Escaflowne) just after discussing Celena's propensity of lying to conceal; Gaddes teaches her a shell-flip (shell game)
"May I try?" She went around to the other side of the table. Gaddes rolled the marble under a glass.
They bent their heads together, Gaddes moving her hands just so, and Celena keeping the rhythm steady. Light caught on the glasses as they spun around the table. A few low laughs, and a few dropped marbles, and Celena began to learn the feel of it, the simple glide of deception.
"Alright, now here's the tricky part," said Gaddes softly. "Look up at me. No, don't stop. Keep on turning 'em."
She raised her eyes, and met his steady gaze. A small smile touched his lips.
Gaddes murmured, "The flip's about distraction. So if you're the one movin' the marble around, you can't get distracted. By anything."
Celena could feel a warm flush over her face. Nevertheless she kept her hands moving.
Plink. Plink. Plink.
"You gotta keep the mark occupied," Gaddes said. "Now, start talkin'."
"About what?" said Celena.
Gaddes's smile widened. "Tell me what you learned today."
"You're awful," Celena whispered. But her hands moved as though they had a mind of their own, and she stared into his eyes and answered.
2. Jet/Faye (Cowboy Bebop) The hallway rotates, throwing their faces into illumination every few seconds. She's so wet it's almost embarrassing; but she's got to admit Jet knows what he's doing. Not one piece of clothing off and–
No clothes coming off? What's the hold up? What's taking so long? And then it dawns on her that Jet is holding back, like he's really this bull in a highbrow pawn shop and that's just a sausage in his pants. If her hands weren't pinned, she'd slap her forehead.
He pulls away just that much, and says with an effort, "If you wanna say no, you'd better–"
Faye finally wriggles free and slaps him on the shoulder.
"Of course I do, you idiot! Oh... fuck–"
3. Pirates of the Caribbean She is securing the rigging as the cockeyed lights of Tortuga fall away. She pulls tight. Her tunic smells of dry powder and rum. Though her throat goes dry, she knows the course ahead is preferable to birthing a child in a pig sty.
Romantic as that sounds.
Oh, the sway of the sea can lull a heart to its song, that she knows. But with Calypso's whims unleashed on wind and tide, their precious treasure will not be safe on the open ocean.
Nor will their child.
Later, she thinks: a moment of weakness is inevitable. The chest is cradled under her arm, becoming warm at her side. She imagines the flutter of hearts, sounding so close together and yet so far. The sea rocks her hammock, and she falls asleep, wrapped in dreams.
4. Neopets The voice continued to rumble, like thunder. "Begone, commoner! Your aid is no longer required. I will deliver him to the ground."
Instinctively Hanso grabbed for a handhold, and got a fistful of mane. "Not too quickly to the ground, I hope."
"Well, Thief Hanso. That Eyrie thinks you're a knight."
Mane. That meant... Uni. He looked normal, but the blue coat seemed to waver, and that scent was unforgettable. "Nightsteed?"
"I am not painted Halloween, if that is what you are implying." So that was the smell: the faint ash-choked mist of a very, very old curse.
5. multiples, Iron Man
"Tony. You did check her qualifications?"
"–and you know what they say about a booty that don't stop, of course, of course I memorized her qualifications. Extensively." There's a pause, and Pepper knows he's opening his arms, disarming, every bit a cad except for that tell-tale softening around his mouth. "She is good. Really, really good. It's been, what, six months, and I don't know how I ever–"
Pepper has a fresh drink, the actual development estimates, and her composure. "Eleven months," she corrects. Her heels click across the floor.
"–without her. Yes. That long? That short? Fuselage modifications, yeah, gonna be July. I'd do it in my garage but we'd never get it out, oh, Pepper, make a note that we need a retractable roof."
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These are almost all gift-fics, by the way, so this is a super sneak preview. Shhhh.
1. Celena/Gaddes (Escaflowne)
just after discussing Celena's propensity of lying to conceal; Gaddes teaches her a shell-flip (shell game)
"May I try?" She went around to the other side of the table. Gaddes rolled the marble under a glass.
They bent their heads together, Gaddes moving her hands just so, and Celena keeping the rhythm steady. Light caught on the glasses as they spun around the table. A few low laughs, and a few dropped marbles, and Celena began to learn the feel of it, the simple glide of deception.
"Alright, now here's the tricky part," said Gaddes softly. "Look up at me. No, don't stop. Keep on turning 'em."
She raised her eyes, and met his steady gaze. A small smile touched his lips.
Gaddes murmured, "The flip's about distraction. So if you're the one movin' the marble around, you can't get distracted. By anything."
Celena could feel a warm flush over her face. Nevertheless she kept her hands moving.
Plink. Plink. Plink.
"You gotta keep the mark occupied," Gaddes said. "Now, start talkin'."
"About what?" said Celena.
Gaddes's smile widened. "Tell me what you learned today."
"You're awful," Celena whispered. But her hands moved as though they had a mind of their own, and she stared into his eyes and answered.
2. Jet/Faye (Cowboy Bebop)
The hallway rotates, throwing their faces into illumination every few seconds. She's so wet it's almost embarrassing; but she's got to admit Jet knows what he's doing. Not one piece of clothing off and–
No clothes coming off? What's the hold up? What's taking so long? And then it dawns on her that Jet is holding back, like he's really this bull in a highbrow pawn shop and that's just a sausage in his pants. If her hands weren't pinned, she'd slap her forehead.
He pulls away just that much, and says with an effort, "If you wanna say no, you'd better–"
Faye finally wriggles free and slaps him on the shoulder.
"Of course I do, you idiot! Oh... fuck–"
3. Pirates of the Caribbean
She is securing the rigging as the cockeyed lights of Tortuga fall away. She pulls tight. Her tunic smells of dry powder and rum. Though her throat goes dry, she knows the course ahead is preferable to birthing a child in a pig sty.
Romantic as that sounds.
Oh, the sway of the sea can lull a heart to its song, that she knows. But with Calypso's whims unleashed on wind and tide, their precious treasure will not be safe on the open ocean.
Nor will their child.
Later, she thinks: a moment of weakness is inevitable. The chest is cradled under her arm, becoming warm at her side. She imagines the flutter of hearts, sounding so close together and yet so far. The sea rocks her hammock, and she falls asleep, wrapped in dreams.
4. Neopets
The voice continued to rumble, like thunder. "Begone, commoner! Your aid is no longer required. I will deliver him to the ground."
Instinctively Hanso grabbed for a handhold, and got a fistful of mane. "Not too quickly to the ground, I hope."
"Well, Thief Hanso. That Eyrie thinks you're a knight."
Mane. That meant... Uni. He looked normal, but the blue coat seemed to waver, and that scent was unforgettable. "Nightsteed?"
"I am not painted Halloween, if that is what you are implying." So that was the smell: the faint ash-choked mist of a very, very old curse.
5. multiples, Iron Man
"Tony. You did check her qualifications?"
"–and you know what they say about a booty that don't stop, of course, of course I memorized her qualifications. Extensively." There's a pause, and Pepper knows he's opening his arms, disarming, every bit a cad except for that tell-tale softening around his mouth. "She is good. Really, really good. It's been, what, six months, and I don't know how I ever–"
Pepper has a fresh drink, the actual development estimates, and her composure. "Eleven months," she corrects. Her heels click across the floor.
"–without her. Yes. That long? That short? Fuselage modifications, yeah, gonna be July. I'd do it in my garage but we'd never get it out, oh, Pepper, make a note that we need a retractable roof."