A-Z Drabbles: M is for Mutual


“You’re leaving?!”

It was a question, not a statement as he'd hoped.

“Yes, and I’m sorry.”

“Sorry doesn’t cover it, Lucci! What in the hell are you thinking?! Four years! We’ve been together for nearly four years, and you pull this shit on me, you bastard?!”

“I didn’t plan on us happening.”

“So, you’re telling me...that everything we’ve done...was a lie?!”

“No, I did—”

“Did what?! Enjoy manipulating me the whole time?! What?!”

“I did, I do. I meant everything I’ve said.”

“Then why?!”

“I didn’t want this, Paulie.”

“Why did you even come to me in the first place?! You could’ve just easily seduced Kaku! You’re both on the same damn team!”

“I don’t like Kaku like how I like you.”

“...So, that’s it, then?”

“If you wish for it to be.”

“Goddamn it, Lucci... I don't want this to end..."

"Neither do I..."

Paulie's head snapped back up at Lucci's statement, and he glowered up at the taller man. Lucci didn't seem to react. Not one twitch, not even a simple smile at his expense. This only bothered Paulie even more, and the blond leaned up to glare at the man eye-to-eye. Lucci seemed even more spiritless than usual.

"Then why didn't you stop it?!”

“I didn’t plan falling for you, Paulie. It just happened. How do you think I feel? I’m hating this almost as much as you are.”

Before Paulie could retort any more, Lucci leaned down to silence him in a bruising kiss. He didn’t want to hear any more of this.

It was mutual, painfully mutual.



This is what I wrote in explanation back in...January:

Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: hints of Lucci/Paulie
Prompt: A-Z prompt-- M- 'Mutual'
Disclaimer: ............ Like hell I own One Piece, you fucking idiot.
Note: This is what I imagine Lucci and Paulie's conversation would've been like if it went by the RP Suki and I are doing, thus explaining the rampant oocness. This would happen sometime after Lucci and the others revealed were CP9, perhaps when the two were alone in an alley or something...

I'm usually too lazy to ever write an actual drabble, but this is actually 300 words. Go me! There are some slight spoilers here, but really, who gives a fuck? Drabbles don't have a 300 word limit? Huh. You do learn something new every day...

Copy-pasting from the original post like the lazyass I am...

Fandom: tech!AU
Pairing: seemingly one-sided DeiKanky
Prompt: D-- ‘Date’
Disclaimer: .................. No. Just no.
Note: This is just a rough draft... It’s everything I had on paper with no changes... I may edit this into epic awesomeness later, but for right now, I’m just glad that I got something done...

To Mandi: Did you actually think I’d do the A-Z challenge in order? Hahahahaha! Giggle with me at how awkward Kank is toward someone he likes.



‘Date.’

No, that wasn’t what they were on. This was merely them gathering for conversation. They were paying for their own coffee, so that didn’t count...

...But he couldn’t stop staring at his friend, damn it.

“...Do I have something on my face?”

Kankuro blinked for a few moments, and when Deidara’s question finally sunk in, he shook his head.

“No, your face is fine...”

“Well, it’s just...you’ve been staring for a few minutes...”

“I’m...sorry...”

He really wasn’t sorry. He was only angry with himself for being caught.

“It’s okay... I’ve been staring too, so I don’t mind...”

Oh god, this man was far too nice.

The next few minutes were awkward and eventless until a waitress came over to them and set a platter of steaming coffee and muffins down at their table. Kankuro glanced over at her in confusion, while Deidara simply watched the redhead.

“Hey, we didn’t order—”

“Oh, I know. They did.”

The waitress pointed behind her at an old couple who waved and smiled at them.

Oh, god. Kankuro sunk down in his chair out of embarrassment after he’d followed her finger. His face rivalled his hair and his eyes were downcast. Oh god, oh god, oh god.

Deidara blinked over at Kankuro before smiling at the waitress. “Tell them we said thanks.”

Oh my god.

“Hey, Kankuro...”

Kankuro’s eyes immediately shot up at Deidara’s soft tone. “...What?”

“Don’t have a heart attack, okay?” Deidara smiled across the table at him.

Shit, he’s too nice.

Kankuro nervously licked his lips and nodded. “I’m trying...”

I can’t have him... He can’t have me... He needs someone nicer, younger and prettier, and he’s more than likely straight...or I’ll turn him straight like everyone else... ...Hell, I shouldn’t even be drinking this because it means that this is a date, and this is most definitely not.

“I’m sorry... This seems to have turned into a date...”

“It’s fine...”

No it was not.

Fandom: tech!AU
Pairing: Deidara/Kankuro
Prompt: Music prompt- "Pleasantly caving in, I come undone."
Disclaimer: The disclaimer here was written when I was in a bad mood... Changed it. No, I don't own these character's names, but I kinda own what I did to their personalities and appearances. tech!Kanky's one of my muses, and tech!Dei is Mandi's.
Note: This scene wouldn't get itself out of my mind ever since I heard this damn song... Mandi hadn't done a drabble yet for this pairing, so I took it upon myself to do it for her. Fear the results. Mandi, I'm sorry if I got Dei out of character...

14 minute drabble for the win. Whoo. No, I don't know what's up with this either.


Blond hair curtained him from the world, and surprisingly gentle blue eyes peered down at him.

"You've made this out into something much more horrible than it should've been."

He had no idea how he got himself into this situation. He glared half-heartedly up at the blond, but he was angry at himself more than anything.

"What? Why don't you say anything?"

"I owe no explanation to you...," he finally mumbled.

Avoiding him hadn't worked. He'd been so stubborn, and he had to commend him for it. He just hadn't anticipated how stubborn the blond would be. He was stubborn enough to persuade him out of his shell and onto the floor like this.

A dance floor was no place to be conversing.

Others were stepping over them, and more still were staring. Some wondered if they were going to put on a show, but Kankuro had enough sense to stop his 'companion' before then. He wasn't a whore.

From what he'd gathered, he'd presumed the other wasn't the type to go into bars like this, which was precisely why he was there. He'd been relying on what Deidara had told him a few weeks prior-- that he had no sense of direction if he hadn't memorised where he was. He'd also presumed that if Deidara had indeed followed him that the crowd would swallow him. This was sadly not the case.

So had they ended up like this, their bodies entwined on the dance floor? Well...

"I like you...a lot...and I hoped we could talk more..."

"Well, you've made that pretty apparent..."

"Why've you been avoiding me like this?"

The question was unanticipated, and, like an imaginary blade, cut through him. Kankuro stared at Deidara in shock.

"What...?"

"I try calling you, you don't answer... I wave to you on the street, and you turn away..."

"Oh..." He looked away. He may as well reply. "Because...I'm terrified..."

"Of what?"

"Us, life, love...everything. I have no control over myself anymore..."

He could feel himself becoming undone.