baby drabble meme? .__.

[askerian]

I have such poor impulse control. But nevermind. It's suzukiblu/white_knuckle's fault. There I was, re-reading her old memes, and that one jumped at me and smacked me in the face.

Give me a pairing (or threesome if you insist) and a prompt (mood, place, object, etcetera). I'll write you something about their kid(s).

Fandoms: Naruto, GW, FF7, DBZ. Possible future kids in existing fic-verses allowed, except for Teamwork's first two Team 7 kids. 'cause, well, spoiler. No real objection to writing several times about the same kid either, so long as my imagination doesn't stall on it.

caveats:
-I make no promise to actually write them, though I do promise I'll try. My inspiration is a fickle, contrary thing in the first place and when I try to force it I get writer's block instead.
-I really suck at poetic/abstract prompts.
-If you give me a slash pairing but don't want/like mpreg, say so. It's not my default kid-giving choice, but still one of them.


NARUTO
Uzumaki Inoe (Naruto/Ino), bed
Sobami (Udon/Moegi), bus, frustration
Hoshigaki Koushin (Itachi/Kisame), blood (mpreg, creepy)
Uchiha Taimi (Anyone/Itachi), grocery shop -- Uchiha Taimi (Itachi/Tamaki), Tedium NEW
Uchiha Kaiki (Itachi/Sasuke), candles -- Origins (genderbending, woohoo dysfunctional) --
Terumii Keina (Tsunade/Mizukage), diplomatic relations
Takashi (Naruto/Sasuke, Locker Room Therapy), runaway
(Hinata/Sakura), shield

GUNDAM WING
Ben Maxwell-Yuy (Heero/Duo), Nightmares -- Ben and Shawn Maxwell-Yuy, Prospective Mate NEW

FINAL FANTASY 7
SXB-01 through 05 (Sephiroth/Zack), hair -- SXB-01 (Zack) Waking up / early morning -- Mother Hen-ning --

DRAGON BALL Z
Tanegaarlzp Irlitt (Trunks/Goten)

DETECTIVE CONAN - MAGIC KAITO
(Kid/Conan, black)

Prompts closed for now, might reopen! Now to catch up a bit on everything I need to write...

Comments

[sarolynne.livejournal.com]

Naruto/Ino bed! 9.9

Naruto/Ino - bed

[askerian]

"It's time to sleep!"

Those brats were jumping on the bed again. She scowled and went to their door and knocked, TAKTAKTAK.

"Hey! It's late. Stop it. I'm tired of having to tell the neighbors I'm sorry."

All movement ceased. A sheepish "Um, sorry?" rose from the bedroom. She huffed, blowing long blond bangs away from her nose. She didn't believe him one minute.

"Anyway, there's school tomorrow early, so cut it out, okay?"

The door cracked open. A blonde head popped out, still laughing.

Then a hand ruffled her hair. "We'll be here in a minute to say goodnight, Inoe-chan. Did you wash your teeth and everything?"

"Did YOU wash your teeth and everything?" Inoe countered, pushing her glasses up her nose so she could glower through them. "No? I thought not."

Grumbling under her breath, Inoe stomped back up the corridor. God, her parents were so irresponsible. She couldn't wait to graduate out of the Academy and into a team, so she could be around actually mature people.

[mika-kun.livejournal.com]

Heero/Duo Nightmares

Heero/Duo - Nightmares

[askerian]

The first scream had him rolling off his bed, a knife in hand. Disoriented, he scanned the dark room. No one here but him.

The bed was empty. Huh.

A second scream, and he was at the door, even before he recognized the voice. He crossed the corridor in three long steps, knife still in hand. He missed his guns. Guns weren't allowed out of the safe anymore, not since --

"Shh, shh, just a bad dream."

Heero came to a stop in the open doorway, shifting his hand and angling his wrist so his body would hide the blade. Duo was already there, sitting on the edge of the mattress, a hand covering a tiny forehead.

For a second it felt like he was looking at a stranger. Two strangers, in fact, but even when Duo looked up and quirked an eyebrow at him, familiar, the child stayed a newcomer, an acquaintance, someone he didn't really know.

It's only been two weeks, he told himself, and waited for instructions.

"Come in, Heero," Duo said. The child was crawling in his lap, mouth twisted and eyes full of tears.

Heero slipped the knife in the waistband of his boxers, over his hip, and walked in, sat on the edge of the mattress when Duo pointed at it with his chin.

"How did you know?" he asked.

Duo shrugged, rubbing his hand in circles on the child's back. "Didn't. Just guessed."

The child was babbling about wolves and bears and red and being eaten. It wasn't very coherent. Heero sat in silence and waited until the sobs died down.

"Anything I can do?"

Duo flicked him a smile in the dark. "Yeah. Here."

The child was tense all over again on his lap, curled up in himself and trembling. Heero's arms came up to keep him from rolling off his thighs instinctively, but from there on -- he glared at Duo, who only smirked at him and patted both their heads.

"I'm going to make hot chocolate. Be right back, okay?"

He was gone before Heero could protest. His hot chocolate wasn't great, he'd been teased often enough to know that, but still better than his post-nightmares comforting skills. He patted the child's back slowly, relaxing a little when the child cautiously leaned against him.

He didn't expect being hugged, suddenly, little fingers clinging in his t-shirt -- finding the butt of the knife.

"what's that?"

Heero knew the counsellor would howl knowing he'd had a weapon in the same room as a child. But that sudden glint of expectant tension, that interest edging past the nightmare's leftover fear... He didn't want to lie. He pulled out the blade, showed it, held securely out of reach.

"is it to kill the monsters?"

Monsters, like those who had killed his parents, hiding behind human faces. He was supposed to tell the child he was just dreaming, monsters didn't exist, he was safe because nothing bad in the world existed. Just his imagination.

Heero didn't kill anymore, hadn't since the war, had never wanted to kill again. He looked down at the child -- little head against his chest, body leaning into his own with growing trust, and...

"... Yeah. It is."

You're safe here, he thought, because I will not lie to you, the monsters do exist, but they'll never get through me.

When Duo came back, Ben was asleep again. They put him back in bed and drank hot chocolate as Heero looked for words to explain his new choice, but Duo didn't need words to get it, because he'd been there and waiting for Heero to catch up for two weeks already.

[mya-in-ab.livejournal.com]

Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Udon...or Konohamaru(whichever you prefer)/Moegi
Prompt: On a bus/public transportation, preferably frustration or lost-ness.

Udon/Moegi - bus, frustration

[askerian]

"Crowded as it is, it is extremely unlikely that there's somewhere a toddler can hide that we absolutely can't see," said Udon. "We'll just need to ask people to move their luggage a little." He was trying to reassure himself, Moegi could see.

They'd crossed the whole bus twice already. Parting the sea was easier than parting squished-together people, who grumbled every time they had to shift their bags or lean to the side to let someone through, and she didn't count the number of feet she'd trod on. Of course no adult person could really see what was going on at knee-height in that press, so for all they knew Sobami-chan was hiding somewhere under a seat.

"Alright," Moegi decided, drawing herself up. "Udon, search pattern seven!"

It was the one they'd perfected as genins. The one for small, quick target that tended to draw blood when caught.

In the end, they found Sobami exactly where they would have found Tora. On the roof, watching pigeons fly by.

[ryouseiteki.livejournal.com]

Sephiroth/Zack
Hair

Sephiroth/Zack, hair

[askerian]

He could understand the reasoning. Sephiroth was Sephiroth, and no army needed ten perfectly identical genius Generals at its head, or even five or three. For one thing they'd all have the same blind spots, the same fighting patterns. (not that it mattered immensely when he always won anyway, but, just in case. It was better to have variety.) For another no dragon needed five independently thinking heads; there was a reason Hydras were going extinct. But a pack of Nibel wolves would only do better with more excellent subordinates.

He could understand why they'd done it.

He watched experiments SXB-01 through 05 float in their tanks, eyes closed, still-plump bodies lax, and he wanted to kill them all anyway, Doctor Kanzaki for suggesting it, Shinra Senior for signing off on it, even Hojo for failing to protest loud enough about the bastardization of his greatest triumph.

One of them had First Class Kegarr's tight curls and coffee-skin, sickly under the green lamps. One of the two girls had Ulweiss's mouth, a quirk to it suggesting she'd have his smile too, the smile he'd worn even in death.

One had his mad head of spikes, except longer, three years of accelerated growth and never cut. Only it was silver.

They all had silver hair, somehow.

They'd stay in the pods another three months, the lab assistant was saying, until they reached a physical age of eight years old, or thereabout. They were being given language and the basic laws of the world already -- fire is hot, water is wet, gravity is a bitch, this is a kitty, don't pet the Malboro, Zack's mind translated from sciencese; next week they'd start in on what they would need to know as cadets of Shinra.

Shinra created you, Shinra is never wrong, Shinra is your god, Shinra is your life, you're grateful you can kill for Shinra, aren't you?

Zack ooh-ed and ahh-ed in all the right places, and started planning for a break out.

He hoped Sephiroth wouldn't attempt to stop him. Because perfect General or not, Zack hadn't spent so long as his right hand man -- as his best friend -- without learning how to break him.

[karen-keddle.livejournal.com]

I can't resist. Itachi/Kisame, blood

... EVIL. D: -- Itachi/Kisame, blood -- mpreg

[askerian]

Itachi's plan in life has been "Let Sasuke kill me, give Mangekyou so he can kill Madara" since the massacre. It's gained frills with time -- "drive Orochimaru out of Sasuke", for example, or "scare Danzou away from Sasuke" -- but apart from that, it stays the same; he's just walking along waiting for the time to implement it.

The missions he sabotages as often as he can get away with -- not often enough. Kisame watches him all the time.

Kisame is the one he likes most in Akatsuki, or dislikes the least, something in between. A competent, respectful partner who doesn't push with constant rivalry and doesn't cower or act paranoid. Sometimes he even manages to amuse him. Itachi sleeps with him mostly because why not. But it doesn't change the plan.

"Ah... Itachi-san? Did I ever tell you how my bloodline limit is different from baseline human in more than the obvious?" changes the plan.

"No matter. It's not like I'm going to keep it," he adds, and Itachi doesn't say anything because he doesn't know what to say. His family is dead, there's only Sasuke he can still claim as such : this has been true for so long that Kisame's "now there's more... now there isn't!" doesn't break through fast enough.

Madara noticing changes the plan. Because suddenly he's amused. Suddenly he's curious. Suddenly Kisame has no more choice, no more anything really.

Itachi isn't sure he feels very sorry for Kisame, dead in mind if not in body, who wasn't a nice man by any stretch of the word, but was still a competent partner the likes he rarely knew. But Itachi has seen the wall of eyes, dozens of little drawers with dozens of floating sharingans.

There's still a couple weeks before term when Itachi changes the plan. Kisame's body bleeds and bleeds when he cuts the child out. That's the only escape Itachi can provide him, who is much too big to be hidden in Itachi's shirt, under his large cloak. He lets Kisame to bleed himself out as he leaves the same way he came in, and large smears of red dry on his and the newborn's skin.

It's hours before he can clean and feed him. He swaddles him with the inside lining of his Akatsuki coat.

The baby's skin is a strange pinkish gray. But his eyes are normal human black, and he cries just like Sasuke used to, so long ago.

It's the first time in years Itachi doesn't have any idea what he's going to do. He just knows he's going to have to disappoint Sasuke.

*just throws them out*

[nemi-chan.livejournal.com]

Naruto/Saki, Teams

Wufei/Duo, Build

Wufei/Duo/Heero, Pinning

Wufei/Meirin, Pining

FoxGodFurryNaruto/Neji, Mwaha

Anyone/Vegeta, crankypants.

[traveling-storm.livejournal.com]

I'm probably too late but I figured I'd try!

Trunks/Goten, preferably no mpreg, young child, prompt: Trunks is in shock, Goten can't stop laughing, overall schmoop?

If I screwed that up, feel free to ignore, naturally. :D

Trunks/Goten + child. (edited for silly mistake sorry XD;)

[askerian]

It took him until he was well into his thirties, but Trunks eventually found the Vice-President he needed. She had enough technical knowledge to know where an invention was going and enough business sense to know whether it was marketable, and enough integrity and sheer balls that she could say "goddamnit Werner, we told you no on this project, it'll cause at least three small-scale apocalypses" and actually be obeyed. She could also do Julienne fries.

Of course that meant the second he cautiously admitted that perhaps she was good enough that he might permit her to hold down the fort (without siccing his mother on her, even), Goten was saying "Great! We can go then" and herding him into a spaceship.

Apparently they were going on an adventure, before his transformation into an office zombie was complete.

Even for half-breeds, thirty-six wasn't that far from saiyajin adolescence, so even though he bitched and threatened to hack into the computer and turn this ship around goddamnit Goten, it wasn't long before he was letting his best friend drag him hunting for pirate treasures and foiling coups d'état on tentacle-monster, five-moon planets.

They even picked up a pet. Or a sidekick, of sorts. It looked like a baby otter, just bigger, pale green, and with six legs. Trunks had to admit (in the privacy of his own head) that it was adorable, and that leaving it alone after its mom was eaten by that monster would have been really cruel.

Also after a couple of months it was becoming less adorably clumsy and more actually useful, always eager to bring Trunks machine parts when he was trying to fix the stupid ship computer so they'd know where the hell they were going instead of flying at random. (It wasn't his hacking, damnit, he'd done nothing to the hardware, he was sure it was Goten's fault somehow.)

It got really good at guessing which parts Trunks was going to need next, actually. Really, really good.

Trunks and Goten also got really, really good at guessing when, in the middle of the night, it was going to need to slip off their bed and go potty. Somehow.

The tipping point was when Goten named it Tanegaarlzp Irlitt, and then said the name had just popped into his head like that, but come on, it fit really well, didn't it. Even without the accompanying chirping.

Trunks abandoned the computer repairs to make himself a quick intergalactic translator. It was easy, he still remembered the scouter blueprints so he didn't have to reinvent the wheel.

"Goten?"

"Yeah?" Goten said, tickling Tanegaa under its third left foot. It chittered in delight, fuzzy tail sweeping the ground.

"Did you know it was sentient?" he asked, slowly, so he wouldn't freak out.

Goten gave him a 'duh' look. "Uh, you remember its dying mom handing it to us because we were the only living creatures left standing in the area?"

Trunks facepalmed. "That doesn't mean sentient!"

Goten blinked and gave him a weird look. "It looked so heartbroken and so hopeful about its baby, and you thought it wasn't a person?"

"Alright, alright, alright!" Trunks started pacing around the room, tugging at his hair. Goten and Tanegaa kept being disgustingly cute, Tanegaa's plump little body curled into a fuzzy, sage-green circle on his lap as he gave it nose kissies. "Alright, we seem to have accidentally adopted an alien. What the hell are we going to do about it? How are we supposed to raise it?--"

"Keep doing what we're doing? Seems like it works fine."

"--And what about when we go home --"

"We're saiyajin, it could be in ten years," Goten replied placidly. Trunks ignored him, as he finally reached the true core of the matter...

"--And why the hell am I the mom?!"

:D

[scarborough1.livejournal.com]

May I ask for some?

Sephiroth/Cloud, hands.
Anyone/Itachi, grocecy shop.

Anyone/Itachi, grocery shop.

[askerian]

Sometimes it feels like the massacre never happened, or his own betrayal (betrayals, really), or the war he fought on so many sides, or the reveal of so many dirty secrets hidden under Konoha's ordinary-village sleepiness.

Sometimes the tragedies of his life almost seem like they happened to someone else, except he can still feel them under his skin.

When he sees her toddling up the aisle it's another moment like those, skin-deep ordinary but so much baggage welling up behind.

"Sasuke," says a low, calm voice he knows like his own. He was expecting it, though, and besides he's having a hard time tearing his eyes away from her, wobbling toward a bright display of pea cans.

She doesn't look like Mikoto much, or anyone else. Her hair is dark but still too short and fine to tell if it'll be black or brown, her eyes squinting against the bright ceiling lights, her features still soft, pudgy.

He could say "Itachi", like he doesn't care, or "Aniki" because he's an adult now and while they might be blood-related it still doesn't mean he has to be soft about it, but instead he says "Niisan" like he used to, and then he tenses up and his eyes harden, so Itachi won't think that meant anything.

"Didn't expect to see you here," he adds, even though he's been expecting to cross Itachi's path everyday for the last two years since he woke from his coma and they let him out of the hospital. They more or less divided Konoha in two, without ever talking about it, or about anything else, and as far as he knows Itachi has never crossed over into Sasuke's territory since then. Sometimes Sasuke wishes he would and sometimes he thinks he might kill him if he dares, and on some days he wishes both.

When he meets them, Itachi's eyes are pale green, the eyes of some poor Konoha chuunin who took a kunai to the brain and who didn't have any parents to complain about where his other bits ended up. It makes Sasuke want to claw out his own.

"Papapa!" the toddler says, tugging on Itachi's pant leg. Sasuke doesn't know who breaks eye contact to look down at her first. She's brandishing a can, too heavy for her; it makes her wobble. Sasuke watches his brother pluck it out of her hand deftly before she can drop it on her own head.

"Thank you, Taimi," he says, almost gravely. She beams at him, all gums and a couple of tiny white teeth. Itachi puts the can in his basket, not even really looking at what it is. Sasuke aches.

"Our old landlord sold the building," Itachi says, and it takes Sasuke a second to realize he's talking to him. "We're living on 7th street now."

"Oh."

A few seconds of silence, as they stare at each other. Sasuke is attempting to look as hard to read as Itachi does, but he's not sure he can.

Then Itachi takes his daughter's hand, and turns her to face him. "Taimi, this is Sasuke."

He can't speak. He can't. All around them it's an ordinary day with housewives walking by -- a couple who huff at them as they navigate past them in the aisle -- and it's brightly lit and there are jingles and people chatting calmly, but between him and Itachi is a bubble of silence and history, a hole, a chasm.

"Shash'e?"

"Sasuke," he corrects her, slowly, and then all in one go, because he's decided, "I'm your uncle."

Itachi smiles at him. Sasuke stuffs his hands in his pockets before he does something stupid with them, like punching him or wrapping them around his neck, or worse enfolding him in a hug and clinging.

"We're done here. Do you want to get coffee?"

"Sure," Sasuke says, and follows them to the checkout.

[(Anonymous)]

ItachiSasuke, candles.

ItachiSasuke, candles

[askerian]

Kaiki's parents have secrets. Even from him.

By extension, Kaiki's parents being strange is his own secret. He learned to lie and redirect his friends' interest, and their parents'. Yes, my mother knows sword forms. Her dad thought it'd be good for her posture. (He really has no idea if she even had a dad. Presuming, there.) No, you cannot sleep over. My father is too tired. (He's fine. His eyes are bleeding again is all.) Really, you think they look like each other? Huh, I never noticed. (Perhaps they were cousins. Forbidden love.)

He has long since guessed they used to be ninjas, no matter how good they are at playing samurai.

His mother is more of a tomboy than his father. She used to have long hair, almost as long as Father's, but one day she cut it short on her nape and then it was all bristled spikes. No one in the village commented. Kaiki knows why they didn't, because when he closes his eyes halfway and watches her through his eyelashes, he sees the same long ponytail, though at the edges it's all blurred. Neither of his parents offered any explanation, even though he knows they know he can see it.

Sometimes it feels as if they are tied together more through guilt than through love, but the bond nevertheless is absolute. Everything else pales beside it, even him. Oh, they care about him, and in their own ways they show it -- Father will sit with him and listen and never judge one bit, Mother will go with him through sword katas until he has them down. They'll never say "not now, I don't feel like it."

He tries not to ask for their time too often.

The only question about their past he asks is at Obon, old enough to wonder more, young and stupid enough not to have learned to shut up. He's sitting by the river in the dark, watching his mother let candle after candle float away, each in their little colored lantern-boat. It's a samurai tradition. Most families only send off five or ten at most, though, but his mother sends off thirty, forty at least. He used to like it. It looks pretty.

He asks, is it really one light per soul? and his father's blind eyes turn to him, and he replies, One per family. He doesn't say that they already look suspicious with so many dead-lanterns and there's no need to make it worse. Kaiki hears anyway.

To him they are Mother, Father, to them he is Kaiki, Samurai in training, their son, and he knows they'll never tell him the names they used to answer to, before he came.

[skellywag.livejournal.com]

Curious what you'd come up with for Dorothy Catalonia's child/ren. (As for the father, I have no preference, so whoever you want, though I don't think it would be outlandish for her to be a single mother, either.)

And, for a prompt, education.

[lightofvengence]

Sasuke/Naruto, mommies

((This is phantomshade BTW, I just happen to be logged into my RP journal right now))

[ravelqueen.livejournal.com]

Heero/Duo parent-teacher conference

Heero/Duo prom

Naruto/Sasuke bring-your-kid-to-work-day

[aikonamika.livejournal.com]

Sephiroth/Cloud, puppets

Or if that doesn't bunny you...Zack/Cloud/Aeris? With feathers!

[q99.livejournal.com]

Tsunade/Mei Terumi, Diplomatic Relations

Tsunade/Terumii Mei, diplomatic relations

[askerian]

As Mizukage and Hokage, their interaction had always been ... special. The Daimyos and the other Kages seemed to assume that, being two women, they would naturally agree on everything.

Terumii Mei might have been more progressive than her predecessor, but that didn't mean much, coming from a Mist Nin. It amused Tsunade that the younger of the two might also be the one most entrenched in her village's traditions, even as she professed to wanting change. Then again, the Mizukage ought to represent the views of her village and not only her own.

As long as Tsunade was Godaime Hokage, that was their relationship -- cool sympathy born of shared irritation over the idiot men who still thought they had managed to get where they were and stay there without a greater amount of ruthlessness than they, manly he-men that they were, and sharp awareness of, and respect for, that same ruthlessness in each other. They were both kunoichi, after all; being underestimated might be one of the cards they'd been dealt but it didn't mean they had to commit the same mistake as their male peers.

Not that they interacted often, and most definitely never in private.

It changed when Tsunade designated Naruto as her successor, because after the first year he needed some space, for people to get used to going to him and not to her. Also so that he'd stop shoving his paperwork at her, damn it.

Mist was the village the other allied countries had the most bad blood with. Obviously it was the one that would do best with a semi-permanent ambassador.

Hosting a previous Kage as such was both a threat, and a mark of deep respect. The Mizukage was a fine appreciator of both.

Their friendship was a strange thing -- not only because both knew that behind the shared understanding and feminine solidarity there was a knife waiting, just in case, even while they laughed. They looked the same age, but Tsunade was over twenty years older than Mei. She could have been her mother, except that Tsunade had never been anyone's mother. After Dan had died she hadn't wanted to carry anyone else's children.

"I'm the other way around," said Mei one day when they were drinking. "I want children -- and I ought to continue my bloodline, anyway; it's a husband I just don't want."

Neither one was drunk enough that the slip of confidential info was accidental. It was an opening, carefully calculated.

So was Mei's long, considering side look to the line of Tsunade's throat, the prelude to a dance of seduction Tsunade had never been on that side of.

It made her laugh.

"You'll have to carry it," she said, cutting straight to the chase. "Menopause, you know."

Mei chuckled low in her throat, painted lips curling. "Amusing, that a healer of your caliber could do away with the need for a male, and yet..."

"And yet," Tsunade agreed, though she might have managed to work past that, if she'd wanted. She thought Mei would like it, flaunting her unmarried pregnancy in her advisors' faces, because even in the stricter Mist society, who could say to her face that another Kage was too low-caste, a misalliance? "It'll be a girl."

"That's fine with me."

The conception itself needed a laboratory, not a bed and satin sheets, but Tsunade allowed Mei to lead her to hers anyway.

It wasn't anything like being with Dan, and so she could let herself like it.

+

Terumii Keina was born two weeks early -- the stress of cutting a swath through the remnants of Madara's old guard. Tsunade didn't intervene in Mist's internal affairs, but she was at Mei's bedside when the assassins came, and in between an eyeroll and a diagnosis jutsu she found some time to slam a few of them through the hospital walls, which left a lot of holes for Keina's first scream to ring through.

Even born a little early, Keina was a beautiful, healthy, stubborn baby.

She didn't feel like Keina's mother. She felt more like an aunt. Keina was Water Country first, and Tsunade had designed her genes to carry the bloodline limits of her mother, which would never be allowed to belong to another village.

She'd gone very far for Dan's niece, though. She could hardly do less for her own. She'd have to stay, of course. To remind the child that Konoha was also family.

[sour-idealist.livejournal.com]

I wish I'd seen this earlier. Damn last-minute cramming. Well, worth a shot.
FFVII, Tifa/Cloud, puppy-dog eyes, or Sephiroth/Aerith(/Zack?), first day of school.

[ryouseiteki.livejournal.com]

WHAT WAS THAT? SMOTHER YOU? OH-KAY.

Lols jk.

But seriously though that Heero/Duo one was cute. SO how about that with the promt: prospective mate (I was going to say boyfriend but it looks like the kid is male sooooooooo iunno. A case of EVERYBODY'S GHAY or...?)

Ben Maxwell-Yuy, Prospective Mate (1/2)

[askerian]

"Dad?"

Heero looked up from the report he was reviewing. His eldest was standing in the office doorway. Ben looked a little fidgety, but then again since he'd turned twelve Heero had ceased being able to follow his wild mood swings, so who knew why that was. He hummed an acknowledgement, waiting.

"There's a movie this evening. Can I go? It's a weekend so it's alright if I'm back by eleven, right?"

Shawn tramped down the corridor, screeching to a stop in the doorway. "Movie? What movie? I wanna go too!"

Heero didn't have to ask Ben what he thought about babysitting his eight year old brat of a brother, and the only way to prevent an eruption was to cut this off at the knee. "No, Shawn. This is Ben's evening out, not his babysitting night." He looked back to his eldest, ignoring the pouts and grumblings. "Where? I'll pick you up."

Ben grinned briefly in relief and then coughed and scratched his neck. "Nah, I can take the bus, I looked it up and the last one is at ten past eleven."

In a bus stop at night? Heero arched a doubtful eyebrow. "If you come back by bus, I want you here at nine. Your call."

"But I'm fourteen!"

"Almost fourteen. Alone. At night. In town."

"I've got my knife if someone tries anything --"

Heero shook his head no, once, gave his son a sober look. "A knife is a short distance weapon. If you're close enough to use it, you're close enough to be grabbed. The only way to guarantee you'd be let go without injury to yourself is to go straight for a killing wound."

Ben deflated.

"Call me. I'll pick you up. Who are you going with?"

"Just uhhm. Some guys."

Shawn burst into snickers, badly smothered by both his hands. He trotted inside the office and inched behind the desk. Heero frowned, recognizing evasive maneuvers when he saw them.

"Benny's got a DAA~ATE~"

-- oh. Heero blinked slowly. He hadn't seen that coming.

He did see his eldest coming at a run to grab his little brother over the desk, though. "Enough," he ordered, frowning. Ben looked back at him, managing to look both wounded and guilty. "Ben, don't grab your brother. Shawn, was that something Ben asked you not to repeat?"

The snickers behind his chair died down and Shawn sighed long and loud. "... Sorry, Ben."

"Mrgh. Whatever." Ben turned on his heel and stomped to the door, shoulders hunched as if that could hide how red his face had gotten.

[sohaliatalitha.livejournal.com]

Um... I know I'm kind of late to the party, but anyway! All the ones I would normally choose seem to be taken! So...

Tifa/Cloud - Goggles

OR

More in the Anyone/Itachi-versethingy - Tedium.

(I love the way you can write about half a page and make it SO INTERESTING I MUST READ MORE. It's so cruel and lovely!)

(babyfic!) Uchiha Taimi - Tedium

[askerian]

Visiting his in-laws is always both exceedingly strange and excruciatingly boring for Sasuke. He isn't sure why he endures it.

No, he knows. Because this is the wife his brother chose, because this is the baby girl he fathered.

Because Uchiha Tamaki is née Nekoka Tamaki -- cat-lover opportunists who never bothered to take a side because they were going their own way -- and shows it in everything she does, every stray she brings back home just because and every stray she lets go, every potted plant she adds to the jungle of their house (she is Not Uchiha) but Taimi has the black eyes Itachi is now missing.

Sasuke visits like clockwork, once a week. He and his brother never have anything much to say to one another (or too much, with the same result,) so usually they just sit in his office and read the newspapers. Sometimes as Itachi's pen scratches words on paper Sasuke pretends to look at the books lining the walls, at least those whose titles he can see without having to move enthusiastically-leafed plants off their perchs. Tamaki walks by and watches them like she's not sure why they bother but doesn't try to break in between the two of them. Good, because that silence, she has no place in it. It's theirs, Itachi and Sasuke's.

Doesn't stop it being awkward, and long, and boring.

Doesn't stop Sasuke from falling asleep like clockwork, in Itachi's office, buried under a dozen cats.

Every week he wakes with little Taimi patting his leg or his arm or whatever part of him she can reach with her tiny hands and short round legs, and Itachi's eyes -- green behind his reading glasses -- are politely averted, but smiling anyway, and he pretends he has something to do elsewhere so that Sasuke can pretend no one knows he lets his niece climb in to share his lap with the cats, so they can nap until dinner.

[charcoalcat.livejournal.com]

Sooooo late to the show, but I had to comment anyway, so maybe if you're up to it,

Cloud/Unknown - Normalcy

or

Naruto/Sasuke(lockerroomtherapy'verse) - Runaway

Also, in case you haven't realized how predictable I am? I ♥ the snippet of Zack/Seph bebeness and am greedy like a greedy thing for more. Y'know, if you feel like it. *hides bunneh!Lure materia under your pillow*

All in all, I did a lot of cooing and wibbling while reading all of the drabbles you have already. I love your adeptness at capturing complex emotions in so few words. Naru/Ino is very blond and fun and bwahahaha the long-suffering child. Udon/Moegi, parenthood = herding cats, so true XDDD. I regret I can't find the right words for all of the Itachi-ness, but I love them? The first, with Kisame, I was thinking that an Itachi with a will to live would be infinitely more scary than an Itachi waiting for death. Or maybe I mean an Itachi with someone to protect. (Sasuke doesn't count since he's training his executioner) Hmm, and suddenly I want to throw Naruto into this volatile situation and see what happens. Also, Itachi and Sasuke, you make them painful and pretty all at once and I maybe squeeed a bit when Itachi smiled in the grocery store bit. And I'm very curious about this Kaiki child. Is this supposed to be the Kisame baby? Or the result of ItaSasu mpreg? Or, which one of Itachi and Sasuke is the blood parent? Or, why would they adopt a child that wasn't blood?

Also, I love your Heero as a parental. With much squee and flail and rawr-ness. Because lions and tigers and bears will never be more ferocious than Heero with a mission.

Runaway - Locker Room Therapy

[askerian]

"Can a cop even be a fag?"

Naruto stops in the doorway, mouth already open to protest. Sasuke keeps chopping up carrots with ingrained regularity, not missing a beat. "Looks like. Set the table. Plates are over here."

"It's not allowed," the kid says, and doesn't make a move to get up from the kitchen table.

"Making you work for your supper?" Sasuke replies, missing the point quite deliberately. "If you're not sick and you can't set the table, you're obviously not hungry enough."

Naruto stop teetering on the edge of yelling, closes his mouth, and starts trying not to laugh instead. A frown appears on the kid's face.

"I bet you anything the other cops don't know. They wouldn't let you otherwise."

Cut, cut, cut. "I want you to set the table. Pay up."

Out of sight in the doorway, Naruto bites his fist to keep from laughing.

"Whaat?!" the kid protests, or whines, it's a close call.

"Naruto and I have the same address. They're cops. Think they wouldn't notice a clue like that?"

"That's not a win! Naruto doesn't look like a fag. They prolly think you're just roommates!"

"Also there's the fact that I took him as my date at this year's award ceremony." Chop, chop. Slide all the little bits in waiting pan. "He kissed me when I came down from the platform."

"Augh!"

"With tongue. Table's waiting."

"Auuuugh."

Thump, the front feet of the chair lands back on the floor. The kid drags his feet like they weigh eight tons each and starts rooting through the cupboards.

Naruto waits a couple of seconds, and comes fully into the room. Sasuke flicks him a look, and for a second Naruto could swear Sasuke is considering the pros and cons of kissing him hello. He doesn't know if he should encourage him or run off. Sasuke in vindictive mode can be very, um, proactive. Adventurous even. Which he almost never is.

On the other hand, years of therapy to pay for.

He drops his hand on Takashi's head and grins. "Hey there. Getting along yet?"

"Yeah, sure," he grumbles, and dutifully lays down the forks. Naruto turns his grin to Sasuke.

"It's fine," Sasuke replies, but when Naruto walks past to get napkins he whispers in his ear "Fair warning, you're bottoming tonight."

It's really hard to explain to Takashi exactly why he spends half the meal blushing, and the rest kicking his stepdad-to-be under the table.

One thing he never thought he'd need when he decided to become Takashi's dad: a ball-gag.

I couldn't choose just one ^^;;;

[lurker-lost.livejournal.com]

I know MiS! isn't on the list, but, well, I'm really interested!
-> Khiaw, sheltered (it doesn't actually have be his, as long it's someone in the crew's)

-> Wufei (+Heero?) find Meilan's child (I'd prefer this to be in an AU!Restore-verse, but AU!Canon would be fine too ^^)

Also I'd love to know what happens to the KisaIta kid, but there are already prompts for that, and I can't think of any good ones...

[flowerflute.livejournal.com]

Fu, the jinchūriki of the Seven-Tails. No other parent necessary. Prompt: Mother May I

[askerian]

Sorry, she doesn't have enough of a personality/skillset/background for me to play with her offspring, I'd have to make up way too many things. .__.;

[joisbishmyoga.livejournal.com]

*claims SPESHULNESS and totally different fandom* DCMK, Kid/Conan, black?

[tephra]

How about Kakashi/Anko "reading material". Or Anko/Gai "domestic bliss". Yes, I am hoping to tempt the crack bunnies. XD

[oceanandspace]

The first time a SOLDIER (third, second or even better, first class) get a woman pregnant.

And suddenly I'm imagining a plot in which, way before Genesis turned not to be exactly up to standards, SOLDIER Second Class Zack gets Aerith pregnant. Except that it's the first time that a SOLDIER makes a baby and everything doesn't exactly go like normal.
From there on, SOLDIERs go batshit crazy against Hojo, they discover his insanity and so on and so forth, and everybody get a happy ending.

Especially, with a healthy dose of Cloud and Seph getting bawled over for the first time by a (not exactly normal?) baby, Genesis being totally horrified at the idea of even touching him and Angeal going gaga over the kid.

It's kind of crude as plot goes, but I like the idea of Hojo meeting is end because of an innocent baby XDD

And I really can change a two words prompt into some kind of drabble ^^;;; Feel free to ignore my ramblings ^_~

(And I'm posting the 69th comment! This is a sign, this is fate!! XDDD)

[ticktocktober.livejournal.com]

*Takes a few potshots*

Cloud/Whoever, pack? (As in, wolf pack, 'cause I'm kind of obsessed with the metaphor-material of nibel wolves and Cloud's strength/protectiveness/etc.)

Or,

Cloud/Aerith, history.

[book-people.livejournal.com]

*hopes this is still open...*

SasuNaru, absent fathers

I'd add "unangsty" just for added difficulty, but a)dunno if that's in the rules, and b) no idea if that's even possible...
♥ ?

Edit: Pretty sure you know this, but 'SasuNaru' wasn't a request for top and bottom so much as 'these two individuals in a pairing'