13 May 2009 @ 10:48 am
I'll take FIFTEEN requests for drabbles of any pairing/character from a fandom I'm familiar with, or a RP in which I participate. In return, those people have to post this in their journals, regardless of their ability level.

:/// First post to new journal~ tiem to make it pretty~
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[identity profile] knightofend.livejournal.com on May 13th, 2009 08:53 pm (UTC)
Uhhh. >> PICK SOMETHING ELSE. I can't write that. D:
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[identity profile] lumati.livejournal.com on May 15th, 2009 09:49 pm (UTC)
Ha fixed

I want some Ichi/Tats. With much swearing and physical violence because beating each other up = fun

Oh... or how about a realistic Wilson/House/Cuddy because from what I've heard fandom can't write it for shit. Vic! withdrawn House and do whatever from there?

Edited 2009-05-15 09:49 pm (UTC)
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[identity profile] knightofend.livejournal.com on May 15th, 2009 10:17 pm (UTC)
Re: Ha fixed
He was still hallucinating, he could hear two voices, they had to be hallucinations. No one had been there when he went to sleep the night before. Day 13 of no vicodin, and he had the shakes and he could feel someone telling him that it was all right (It was a hallucination, remember?), and then more garbled words. House twisted and found the warmth that counteracted the chills and the hallucination theory he had; and quelled the cool shivers that were running up and down his body momentarily. A man's voice, was soothing him quietly, while a woman's hand rubbed up and down the his back.

"At least he's not puking anymore, the first few weeks are always the hardest," the male's voice spoke to the woman's hand and House twitched closer to what he thought was the man. The woman's hand agreed quietly and then caring arms wrapped around him and could only tremble, and let cold clammy hands gripping at the sheets of the bed. "Shh, House, it's going to be okay."

He could hear the other woman's hand mutter out soft apologies and let those talented, smooth and unbearingly warm fingers stroke along his spine. It was soothing him and then all went blank.


"He's asleep," Wilson muttered, arms loosening around House's shoulders, slumping back against the headboard of the bed. "He's going to hate me after this," he added as an after thought. "He's going to hate us because he's not able to enjoy our nakedness."

"Oh, I know, but he'll be fine," Cuddy rumbled quietly, painted lips curling into a slow and worried smile, eyebrow perking as Wilson lenaed over and pressed a chaste kiss against her cheek. Her long digits continuing to stroke the shuddering man tucked under the blanket's back. "What was that for?"

"For calling me when he started to get worse."

"Not a problem, Wilson."


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