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Word #191
PRDT -- More To Me Than Meets The Eye
rchan wrote in 15_minute_fic
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Today's word is:  Gently

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Fandom/original: Soul Eater
Characters:Death the Kid, Black*Star
Rating: PG
Word count: 163 (unfinished)

"A little more to the left."

The large 82 inch screen wobbles a little before both Soul and Black*Star get a handle on the television set. Looking behind himself nervously, Soul takes a step backwards jerking both his ninja friend and the television set towards himself.

"A little more." Kid waving his hand carelessly. His eyes not leaving the black outline he made earlier on the floor.

"How much longer is this going to take."Black*Star whines as his side of the set tilts dangerously towards Kid's position before he adjusts his grip and straightens the TV.

"Just another 2 centimetres."

Souls gives a growl before he drops the TV loudly on the floor ignoring the squawking protests from the other two guys. "We've been moving this thing for an hour. I'm ready to play Halo."

"Yeah," Black*Star agrees as his side lands even louder on the floor. "While I'd have to tone it down. My Godliness will still be felt by everyone online."

Title: Damage Control
Fandom: Life on Mars (UK)
Characters: Sam/Gene slash
Rating: G
Word count: 402

Sam passes the damp towel over Gene’s wound as gently as he can but Gene hisses and flinches back, barely propping himself up as he perches on the end of Sam’s bed.

“Keep still!” Sam commands, dragging Gene’s head back into reach and probing the edges of the cut gingerly.

“There’s nowt wrong with me,” Gene complains, but his defeated tone lets on he knows he’s not fooling anyone, least of all Sam.

“It’s still bleeding a bit. This looks bad. I think you should go to hospital.”

“No, no hospitals!”

“Why not? You don’t want to lose the last of your few remaining brain cells, do you? They’re currently dribbling out of this gash in your temple.”

“If everyone minced off to hospital every time they bumped their heads or bruised their knuckles, the wards would be full in seconds. Nah, I can manage, I’ve had worse.”

“Gene, you had a bottle smashed over you. I told you it was no use picking fights but you ignored me. As ever.”

“Weren’t saying that after you waded in to help, though, were you? Looked like you were quite enjoying it from where I was standing. Especially once you floored him.”

“Had to defend your honour. No-one takes down my Guv.”

Gene smirks and Sam shrugs. He selects another corner of the blood-spotted towel and applies it to Gene’s head. “Good, it’s stopping. Are you sure you don’t feel woozy at all?”

“Nope. Right as rain. And I’m not seeing double anymore.”

Sam’s mouth falls open but Gene laughs. “That was a joke, that bit. You’re too easy to wind up.”

Sam’s not taking any chances. Still standing, he bends down a little so he’s eye-level with Gene and says “Look at me.” Gene does. Once Sam’s satisfied Gene’s gaze is not out of focus he holds up his hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?”

Gene sighs exasperatedly but answers the question. “One. Two.” He adds a second later, as Sam changes his mind. He grins and pushes down the V sign Sam’s flicking at him.

“Okay.” Sam gives in reluctantly. “But you’re staying here tonight where I can keep an eye on you.”

“Must you, Nurse Tyler?” His little pout only increases Sam’s urge to coddle.

“Yes, I’m afraid I must,” he nods mock-seriously, continuing the playful charade.

“Might need me knickers changing,” Gene adds, winking.

“Don’t push your luck.”

Title: Teasing softly
Fandom/original: Kuroshitsuji
Characters: Elizabeth Midford, Sebastian Michaelis
Rating: R
Word count: 236 (without title)

She sighed, relaxing under the hand gently stroking her hair. She was sitting on the edge of her bed, trying to avoid looking directly into the owner of that hand’s sharp eyes, which instead were staring carefully at her.
She didn’t like the way he was gazing at her; it was too inappropriate, too intimate.
Truth be told, she had never liked him: she had always thought there was something odd around him, such as a dark aura around his body, his wicked smile, his glowing eyes, but she couldn’t tell anyone— she couldn’t tell him. He would never listen to her; he had never even tried since the day he had come back: always too busy to even realize she was there, just next to him.
And now it was too late, that hand was caressing her too gently, and he had ignored her for too much time.
And that hand was going down and down, but stopped when it got to the borders of her gowns.
He had always been so kind to her instead; it looked like he really cared for her, not just because of his job.
She still couldn’t look at him; her cheeks were red, her hands twisting together in her lap, her legs trembling softly.
His hand obediently went ahead and started to stroke so gently other hairs, sweet curls which were hiding her delicateness.
«Yes, my lady».

(The "he" next to she was and who had always ignored her is obviously Ciel.)

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