Some Drabbles!

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faldrengirl: Ouran Host Club - Kyouya/Tamaki/Haruhi

Kyouya was looking out through a window in the Third Music Room. In the yard, instead of working in their class project—supervising the workers of a enormous balloon for the school's parade—, Haruhi was trying to convince the twins that it'd be a very bad idea to throw paint on their classmates' heads.

There was something in the way she moved—head, hands, all of her—that screamed 'apt for leadership', no matter what she said about it. With enough training, she'd be perfect.

“What are you thinking about?” Tamaki asked from behind him, passing his arms around Kyouya's waist.

“Do you remember what I told you? That our fathers want us to fight for Haruhi?”

Tamaki sighed. “Yes...”

“I was thinking about the unfairness of making her choose. Now that I've finally payed attention, I'm sure she couldn't do it. ”

Tamaki pressed his cheek against Kyouya's. “Are you planning to offer her to have us both? I'm not against the idea, but that won't do anything to shut them up.”

“Unless...”

“Unless...?”

“Unless we make it legal.”

Tamaki broke the embrace and gaped at Kyouya. “Legal?”

“I'm aware that such a radical change in the laws is going to take a while, but it can be done. Don't worry; the three of us will still be young enough. Leave it all to me.” Since Tamaki didn't close his mouth after Kyouya's explanation, he continued. “If you think about it, it makes sense: the union of two of the most powerful families and one of the greatest brains in the country would push Japan's economy to previously unknown limits. Of course, we might be accused of oligarchy, but—” he pushed his glasses up, “—worse threats exist.”

Tamaki shuddered. “You're scary, Kyouya. And you've thought of everything, as usual.”

Kyouya let his expression soften a little. “You know I always get what I want, don't you?”

Tamaki smiled deviously. “Yes, I know.”

Kyouya turned back to the window—the twins hadn't let go of the paint bucket—and he felt Tamaki's arms once more around his waist.

It was Kyouya's turn to smile; everything was well in the world.

In his world.

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manuelj; Crossover Harry Potter/The Dresden Files (book) - Warning: I've only read the two first Dresden books.

“I'm not a werewolf!” the man said once Harry Dresden had managed to corner him.

“Yeah, right,” Harry said; he still had very fresh in his memory the image of that guy transforming from a huge, black canine form to that human one in the alley behind the movie theater. And besides having truly bad memories of werewolves, Harry was somewhat pissed; Susan had canceled their date because she had to do something-or-other and to be somewhere early the next morning. The point of all that being that Harry was glad he had found a way to put his frustration to a good use. “And yet you looked too big to be a coyote,” he said.

The man grimaced. “Really! Next bloke I find is going to call me a fox!”

That took Harry by surprise. He didn't know what he was expecting, but it surely included more violence. Now that he had a better chance to look at the man—and that the unexpected non-violence had calmed him a little—, he realized that the guy didn't look particularly mean or evil. For Harry's standards, anyway. “Hey! I said you weren't a coyote,” Harry said, folding his arms.

“And neither a wolf. I'll give you a hint: throw me a ball and I'll fetch it for you.”

“Ah! You're a weredog. Or a weremutt? I'm not a dog expert, but you're not from any breed I know.”

“I am not a were-anything!”

Harry rolled his eyes. “You change between man and beast, that's where the word comes from, isn't it?”

The man hit his face with his hand. “This Americans! What do they teach them?”

That comment hurt—somewhat—Harry's feeling's, so he spat back the first thing that came to his mind. “And what are you? British royalty?”

“I am an animagus,” the man said slowly. “And to answer your question, my birth does put me very high in the social ladder, thank you very much.”

Harry stared.

“Can I go now?” the man asked.

“You're not planning to hurt anyone, right?”

“Nah! I'm here just on vacation, having fun,” he added. There had been some sarcasm in his words somewhere, but all in all, he seemed sincere.

Harry sighed. “Fine. Just don't let me catch you doing something... you know, evil.”

“No problem. I can't afford to misbehave, anyway,” the man muttered as he changed himself back into a dog. He walked away, wagging his tail as he passed by Harry.

Harry watched him turn around a corner and took his way home. As long as that guy didn't do anything wrong—and no-one payed him—, it'd be none of his business.

Regarding the animagus..es? Animagi? Those things he hadn't heard about. They at least gave him something to do with his free night: to bug Bob about them.

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telrunya: FMA - Ling/Ed

A good amount of tweaking and bribing were required, but finally Ed, Al, and Winry were allowed in the Amestris Committee that would go to present their government's respects to the new Emperor of Xing in his crowning. For obvious reasons, the trio didn't recieve an official invitation, but Ling did want his friends to be there; that's where the money for the bribing had come from.

The journey wasn't easy. Crossing a desert was always tiring, but they had plenty of water, and if there were any outlaws around, they were too impressed by the heavily armed group and kept their distance. Another good thing was that Al was enjoying the feeling of the sand and the sun on his skin; that made those bearable for Ed and Winry.

The ceremony was overwhealming in exotic details, mainly in red and gold. Their assigned guide told them that everything had a meaning, and that the lack of even the smallest golden bird could be the cause of great misfortune. That was one of the reasons the Amestrians had been asked to wear Xingese clothing, which were beautiful and comfortable, so it wasn't all that bad.

Ling actually managed to look regal in his elaborated outfit. Of course, it would've been very hard not to look regal in that particular outfit; it was that magnificent.

After the ceremony, the guests were invited to a banquet. The food was all weird looking, but Al seemed to be quite happy about eating it. In the end, Ed decided it wasn't all that bad, once you closed your eyes and focused on the taste.

The Embassador would pay his respects officially to the Emperor five days later, according to the schedule. Until then, the Amestrians saw themselves with a lot of free time to have a nice tour through the country.

All, but Ed, who, since he wasn't looking, had eaten a bug that wasn't in the menu.

The royal physician took the matter on his hands and, after giving a foul-smelling concoction to the patient, he prescribed peace and tranquility, going as far as chasing Al and Winry away from the room for the rest ofthe day; they weren't certified Xiangese doctors; they didn't have any business there.

Three or four hours later, Ed heard the door slide, the doctor's assistant taking care of helping him up in a hurry, some babbling, steps in and out, the door sliding again, more steps, someone sitting down at the side of his bed, and then he felt a cool hand on his forehead.

"How are you feeling?" Ling asked.

"What are you doing here?" Ed replied, with his eyes still closed. "Don't you have a country to run or something?"

"There is always time to watch for the ones we care about," Ling said solemnly. "And the Heads of the clans are discussing about my brides; they won't miss me."

Ed opened an eye.

"Besides, I wanted to talk to you." Ling scratched his nose and sniggered. "Though not exactly like this."

"I'm not sick because I want to, you know?"

"I'm not going to repeat what I've heard about how you got sick." Ling bent forward so his face was right over Ed's. "But let me tell you that there's something about you lying so helpless on a bed—"

Ed growled. "Shut up!"

Ling laughed. "You've never been one to take a joke. Good to know you're feeling better than how you look."

"That's all you wanted?"

"No. I wanted to ask you to remain here, in Xing."

Ed raised an eyebrow.

"As one of my advisors. I think we can benefit from Amestrian alchemy just like you've been benefited from Xingese alchemy."

"An advisor?"

"It's a title with a lot of power; you wouldn't have to lift a finger. Or to get up from bed, even. Unless I ask you to, of course, which wouldn't be too often. Specially the bed part," Ling said, winking.

Ed groaned. "You know I can't do that. I have to take care of Al—"

"I think Al can take good care of himself."

There was a pause before Ed said, "Yes. Maybe. But—I can't."

Ling sighed and shrugged. "I knew it, but I still had to ask. A shame we can't elope now."

"Stop it! It was just once and we were both drunk!"

"Yes, but I'm still going to remember it fondly," Ling said, smiling as though he had won something.

The door slided open again. It was Lan Fan. "His Majesty's presence is requested," she said behind her mask.

Ling nodded and went after her. "I hope we can see again. In better circumstances," he said before closing the door.

"Yeah, me too," Ed said. And I'm going to remember it fondly too, he thought as he pulled the covers up to his head.