A Kiss For Luck -- HuaLian
#hualian #tgcf #heavenofficialsblessing #huachengxxielian #doubledrabble #200words

Xie Lian stared up at the pile of sticks that was once his great temple, or… at least okay temple? It more than any other place had become his home. He loved the smell of the wood, and the sound of the well, and even the villagers who dropped in with offerings for the Daozhang that they knew was actually the god.

“Not again.”
One would have assumed that once the shackles were broken and his luck restored, these things would stop happening, but having bad luck for centuries was not so easy to shake.

“My my…” Xie Lian turned when he heard that voice that made his spine tingle; an amused black eye glittered on that beautiful ghost-white face. “I apparently did not give gege enough luck”

Hua Cheng strode forward, then wrapped Xie Lian in his arms then initiated an impassioned kiss, spiritual energy between them flowing like warm sweet rain.

“San Lang!” Xie Lian sputtered, cheeks blushing red. “That’s far too much luck!”

“Shall I take some back?” Hua Cheng teased. “I would need another kiss if so.”

“Yes,” Xie Lian leaned forward to find Hua Cheng’s lips once more.

Perhaps his luck was finally turning around.

Dancing Through the Night — Tomoe/Nanami
#tomoexnanami #doubledrabble #kamisamakissdrabble #kamisamakiss #200words

Nanami tried to refuse.
She didn’t want to dance.
But Nanami was not someone who said no.

That’s how she got the graveyard shift, the one from 3-6.
When the merriment was over was when they put her in.
As long as she danced, her team would not lose.

It didn’t matter that she was alone, not to them.
Because Nanami didn’t matter.

“At least I love to dance,” she murmured as the clock struck three. “They can’t take that away from me.”

Then she closed her eyes and began to sway, letting the music fill her. And she pictured a handsome stranger, taking her hand and whisking her away.

To a place where she wasn’t lonely.
To a place that she was loved.

With each passing note, her wish grew stronger, and so did the way she twirled. Sometimes too she swore she could feel the warmth of a hand in hers, leading her to and fro.

Suddenly, she didn’t feel so alone.
When the clock struck 6, Nanami opened her eyes.

“I wondered when you would look at me,” he said, he had silver hair. “So I could see your beautiful eyes.”
Never again would Nanami be alone.

Catching Waves — GiyuShino
#giyushino #doubledrabble #knydrabble #demonslayer #demonslayerdrabble #200words

Everyone calls him the god of water. Shinobu doesn’t have to ask why. When Giyu mounts his board and paddles out into the surf, its like the water itself greets him.

She hates him for it.

Her sister was also an incredible surfer. Better than most men. Better maybe even than Giyu.

But that didn’t stop the ocean from taking her away on a shift in tide and a mound of rock.

Shinobu will never forgive the ocean.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come out here?” Giyu asks her. “It will help.”

“Does it?” Shinobu snaps back. “To sit in the mouth of my sister’s murderer knowing it cared so little for her life?”

“Then come out here for me,” Giyu says, only once. “Because I miss her too.”

Did Giyu know her sister?
That was not something that Kanae ever spoke about.

Shinobu finally paddles out, and meets Giyu in the waves. They calm the moment she approaches him.

“Tell me about my sister,” Shinobu demands.
Giyu merely smiles.

“She only loved two things: the ocean, and you. And I promised her if anything happened, I would carry on her love.”

Shinobu blushes; it really did help.

Staying Up Until Sunrise -- TsukkiYama
#tsukkiyama #doubledrabble #haikyudrabble #200words

“Are you tired?” It’s a perfectly reasonable question to ask, since Tadashi is pretty sure that they are both staring aimlessly at the ceiling right now.

“No,” comes Kei’s immediate answer.

Tadashi isn’t either. He’s been trying to tamp down the thought that keeps intruding on his mind. The one where
Kei pushes him up against a wall and kisses him.

The one that whispers ‘Kei keeps looking your way,’ as if there is any chance that his tall and gorgeous friend would think something like that about him: a freckle-faced dork who can’t stand up for himself.

Then why did Kei come over?
Why did he insist on pulling his futon so close?

Why is Kei looking at Tadashi like that, haloed in moonlight?

“Your serve has gotten really good.” Suddenly Tadashi feels Kei’s hand graze his own. “You’re really cool, you know that?”

Tadashi doesn’t know that. He’s never been cool. He’s always been Kei’s nerdy fanboy friend.

“Not as cool as you,” Tadashi finally says.

Kei’s fingers clasp around his own; Tadashi holds his breath.

“Call it a tie then,” Kei smiles, and he brings their joined hands to his lips, feathering them with a kiss.

Oh.

Long Car Rides with the Windows Down — UkaTake
#ukatake #doubledrabble #haikyudrabble #200words

Keishin tried not to think about a lot of things. Because when he thinks, he overanalyzes, and right now, if he let himself overanalyze, something of the magic would be lost.

He didn’t doubt why Ittetsu extended the invitation to him: a vacation away from the shop and the farms and even the boys. Away from practice matches and Best New Coach interviews, away from…

Away from marriage proposals he would never agree to.
Away from people asking if he had a lucky lady.
Away from watching the same propositions come to Ittetsu and having to train his face not to react.

“The trees, can you smell them?”
The windows were down; Keishin closed his eyes to let his nostrils take in the breeze.
“Yeah.”
“So much better than cigarette smoke I imagine.”

Ah, so that was part of the motivation. Ittetsu had always hated Keishin’s vice. Said that kissing him tasted like a dirty ashtray.

Ittetsu wasn’t wrong about that.

“I am going to guess that when I look in my bag, my cigarettes are going to have mysteriously vanished?”
Ittetsu’s smile answered for him.
“Well then, you better find a vice to replace them.”
“I can do that.”

Campfire Evenings - IwaOi
#iwaoi #doubledrabble #haikyudrabble #200words

It started in middle school. The first time. A new and brilliant setter had arrived, and Toru had a breakdown. He wasn’t a genius like Tobio Kageyama was, and he could feel those metallic blue eyes coming up behind him, getting ready to swipe away everything.

“Let’s go camping,” Iwaizumi had said.

And Toru let himself be dragged into the wilderness with the wing spiker who seemed to see through every shield he tried to put up.

They ate marshmallows that night, ones that were burned from overenthusiastic prodding. They talked about life.

When Toru dipped his head against Iwaizumi’s shoulder, Iwaizumi had not pushed him away. He’d thrown his arm around Toru and pulled him in tight.

“You’re going to be okay,” he’d promised, and stuffed a marshmallow into Toru’s mouth.

It was perfectly cooked.

Now, on the days that Aoba Johsai falls apart during a practice match, or Toru’s serves just won’t land, or the girl that Toru tried to date walks away, when Shiratorizawa yet again reigns supreme, there is a bag of marshmallows waiting for him in his locker.

He always lets Iwaizumi drag him back to the campfire, and thanks him for the perfectly-cooked marshmallows.