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 Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 3:59 pm
Okay, I have a bit of explaining before I start posting things up. First off these are a collection of my 'drabbles' for a personal project. As a livejournal user, I sometimes look around in the communities and I caught one called 'Thirty Kisses'. You took a pair of characters and based off of one word, you wrote a one to five page drabble with a pair of characters.
And another thing, they have to all include what you define as a kiss somewhere within it.
I'm maybe.. eighteen or nineteen in. I tried to post this in the main page, but then I realized that I have more still left to write.
Some of these turned out much better than the others.. so I shall only post up the decent ones. If you REALLY want to see my full works, please check out my LiveJournal Account only if you really feel the need. Comments here and there would be appreciated.
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Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 4:01 pm
Background Lynas and Jaime are about twenty or so at this stage in the story and were a part of an experiment throughout the world, begun by the UN to fight terrorism and high-levels of crime, called the Angels. Jaime’s parents, from Canada, and Lynas’ parents, from Great Britain, were selected to partake in this experiment and approximately three to four months after their births in 2014, they were taken to a facility where they were fitted with augmentations and implants. Only a handful of the original four hundred made it through the experiments and these were transferred to a military training ground.
They lived there and worked there until the age of eighteen when they began to fly around the world in order to fight terrorism.
Since then, they have worked in a group with several others (keeping with the original group of Angels) including David Fredrick, Derrick Valentine, Thomas Greenfield and their chief officer, Jillian Locke.
Jaime and Lynas were never an item until London. They had as much of a friendship as with anyone else. Lynas was put on point guard on their assassination mission and Jaime on snipe across the street in an apartment building. Before he could do anything, he rounded a corner into a 14 gauge riot gun and collapsed a .50 slug in his head from her position.
Since then, they have grown especially fond of each other, looking after one another like no other. His ‘guardian angel’ on his shoulder and her personal lover-boy.
The story itself runs somewhat AU to our world, but the only differences are the time period and the science advances that allow them each to have their separate augmentations.
Character Name: Jaime Kadren
Sex: Female
Description:
Appearance: Jaime is the shortest out of all the Angels, only standing about 4'10", but what she lacks in height she makes up for in energy. Her height was caused by her skeletal augmentation, causing her bones to stop growing earlier than when she would have had she not received them. Besides this, Jaime has blonde hair that falls a bit past her shoulders but is usually up in a pair of low pigtails, having put up her hair in such a fashion since she had started training. She has a pair of bright blue eyes and a few faint freckles dot her nose and cheeks. The girl has a thin frame, but don't let it fool you, she has enough muscle to hold her own.
Personality: Despite her pain augmentations, her attitude isn't effected much. She is usually energetic and always up for a mission to keep her occupied. Though she does have her moods, they usually end up sarcastic and seething more than anything else. Her only attitude quirk is when she sees the mistreatment of people. Jaime practically blows a fuse and tortures the being until it dies, usually with pain and bullets involved. She does try to keep this in check around the Angels, but every now and again she just can't stand it.
Country of Origin: Canada
Out of uniform Clothes: When not in uniform, Jaime has one of two types of clothing on. One is what she defines as her day clothes and the other is her night/down time clothing.
Day: Her day clothes consist of a pair of baggy black cargo pants with a variety of different objects shoved into her pockets. Around her waist hang two loose belts that she has holsters attached to as well as compact area to shove extra clips into. On top, she is most likely seen in a black beater, though white ones do appear from time to time. Her dog-tags hang around her neck and she tucks them under her shirt. A pair of clunky black, steel-toed shoes with a two inch heel that lace up a bit past her ankles and dark tinted sunglasses complete the ensemble.
Night: Night clothing is usually a tight colored camisole and a pair of mismatching plaid pajama bottoms which are far too long and are held up only by a drawstring around her waist. Jaime gets around bare-feeted while not suited up.
Formal: The third option when she is dressing is for occasions which she has to dress formally for dinners and such. Jaime tends to wear black suit pants and warm, fuzzy sweaters, letting her hair down and doing up herself with make-up.
Augmentations/Implants:
-Squad Dynamics Implant
-Skeletal Augmentation
-Ocular Implant
-Sensation Augmentation
Team Specialty: Sniper/Stealth
Preferred Weapon Types: Pistols, Rifles
Weapons: .40 Caliber Combine, SX-12A .45 Sniper Rifle
Character Name: Lynas Vermont
Sex: Male
Description: Lynas stands at about 6'1, and weighs about 189 lbs. He isn't extremely built, but not skinny. He has shoulder-length, black hair and jade colored eyes. He has a kind, sincere, clean shaven and scarless face. Lynas speaks with a British accent, as he was originally of British origin. He is handsome and kind, valuing every one of his brothers and sisters in Angel.
Country of Origin: Great Britain
Out of uniform Clothes: Lynas wears military fatigues from the waist down and a black tank top with his fingerless gloves and boots. His dog tags hung around his neck.
Augmentations/Implants:
-Squad Dynamics Implant
-Neural Network
-Skeletal Augmentation
-Reflex Augmentation
Team Specialty: Soldier
Preferred Weapon Types: Rifles, Pistols
Weapons: .45 Caliber Enforcer Handgun, SX-4 .221 Assault Rifle
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Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 4:04 pm
Subject line: The Angels: Lynas/Jaime Challenge: #22
Pairing: Lynas/Jaime
Fandom: The Angels
Theme: #22 Cradle Madrid Sunshine It was always a treat to know that the Angels had finished a mission. Taken down the bad guys. Exterminated another group of terrorists. It sort of shook them up the first morning after: not having to set an alarm, not being woken up early by Locke, not having to rush to an emergency meeting.
Jaime rolled over into him and he opened one eye at her, yawning already. “Watch it,” he mumbled, closing his eye and hugging her closer to his body. He could feel her grin and her muscles relax into him. Smiling, his lips found hers and pressed a kiss to them, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep at this rate.
“What time is it?” he asked, giving her enough space to sit up and look at the clock. Eleven fifteen, she answered, sliding back into bed with him. Lynas cuddled her small frame against him and pressed his cheek against the top of her head. A hand crept along her bare side, goose bumps popping up under his fingertips. She squirmed against him, barely holding in giggles and rolled over on top of him, pressing him into the bed.
“Gerroff me.” He told her, placing hands on either side of her face and kissing her lightly on the lips once again. “Nope,” she replied easily, resting her chin on her arms, looking him straight in the eyes. Her own glinted wildly, Lynas knowing that look anywhere.
“Nuh uh uh,” he told Jaime, sitting up and causing her to fall off of him to one side. “We’re doing something today. Something pro-duc-tive.” He sounded out, running a hand through her hair from his side of the bed, grinning at her gaping face.
“C’mon. Get dressed; I want to go out by eleven thirty.”
The two wore light clothing for their outing in the hot summer Madrid streets. Holding hands, the two strolled slowly, stopping in every matter of stores. Suddenly, the pair found themselves in front of a children’s furniture store and Jaime paused, contemplating. She pulled him in, despite his pleas not to and laughed at him.
“We had standard issue military bunks in our Academy. I want to see what we were missing!” She told him, grinning broadly at the spanish beds and nightstands. Smiling, they wandered into the infant section and Jaime sucked in a breath of air in front of a cradle.
Lynas shook her hand, pulling at her. “Its got to be noon now, let’s go out to lunch or something.” He told her softly, realizing the thoughts that had to be going through her head.
Jaime didn’t hate her parents for giving her up to Locke. Quite the opposite actually, she loved her family and she had gone to see her biological parents at one point, taking leave and returning to Canada to see them. They had a pair of twins, one boy and one girl. They were in high school and it was awkward to have to explain herself to her own siblings. In the end, she decided to simply leave them alone. It was bad enough to disrupt their normal lives to begin with, not to mention demanding attention and immediate care for her after not seeing them in over eighteen years.
But it still made her ache inside to remember that she didn’t have parents in the normal sense. And the cradle in front of her suddenly made her realize that she wanted kids of her own some day. Jaime wanted to be able to hold her own child and sing it to sleep, put it down for a nap and then laugh it off with her husband in the doorway.
She opened her mouth to say something, a sad smile on her face. Lynas jiggled her hand again and she turned towards him, blue eyes glassy. He took her up in a tight hug and kissed her forehead. Releasing her, the two stepped out of the store and back out into the hot sun.
“Lynas, I love you.” She blurted out as they continued on their walk. The male turned his head and smiled.
“One day, baby,” he answered, stepping forward.
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Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 4:07 pm
Subject line: The Angels: Lynas/Jaime Challenge: #17
Pairing: Lynas/Jaime
Fandom: The Angels
Theme: #17 KHzAn Eight on the Richter Scale? Derrick fell out of his bed with a thump and slowly wondered what the hell was going on. Yeah, he wasn’t too bright in the morning. It took him a minute to realize the ground was actually shaking violently and roll under his bed. Or at least whatever amount of his bulk he could get under the bed.
It took a full ten minutes for everything to settle and Derrick to realize the aftershocks of such a large earthquake would be baby-sized because of the amount of pressure that had been alleviated. The male crawled out from under his bed and made his way to the conference room despite the early morning hours.
David, Thomas, and Locke were already there which left the two love birds to arrive. He settled into a seat, leaning onto the sturdy tables with his forearms, turning to watch Jaime and Lynas trudge in, both slightly rumpled and Jaime especially pink in the cheeks.
Smirking to himself, he couldn’t help but open his mouth.
“If you too needed to tango that much you could’ve been a little less rough about it. I mean, what was that? An eight on the Richter scale?” Derrick shot his question towards them and grinned wickedly.
Jaime attempted to lunge and hit the boy, crawling across the table on hands and knees before Lynas could grab her ankle and hold her back.
“Well that answers everyone’s question of why you two were late.” He added just to spite her, the skin on his nose screaming as she scraped at whatever she could reach. Lynas and Locke both scolded Jaime but her opponent just smirked back. She hadn’t done any damage in actuality, only inflamed the skin and he could live with it as long as he got the last word. Of course, Derrick saw that she was held tightly between Lynas’ arms before tipping back his chair and letting the last remark slide out.
“Enjoy the exercise?”
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Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 4:09 pm
Subject line: The Angels: Lynas/Jaime Challenge: #21
Pairing: Lynas/Jaime
Fandom: The Angels
Theme: #21 Violence, Pillage, Plunder, ExtortionTime to Heal That was very nearly the only time anyone had seen Lynas truly outraged. His eyes caused more fear than anything else. The anger seemed without an end, reflected in his scorching emerald eyes. He never raised his voice but those few people that he passed had to wonder whether the Angels would break this night. Whether Lynas would demand that Jaime be excused from her work and given a normal, civilian job. Whatever happened, after a month of leave, they returned on the condition that Jaime would never be assigned in such a position again. She may or may not have been aware of his command, but she seemed normal. A bit reserved at times, but only time could heal some wounds.
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Jaime joked with Derrick as she suited up. Not in the normal sense, but sinking into the role would take some time. She knew from the few times Locke had forced her into a dress and demanded she looked like a proper young woman. Standing in her skinnies in front of her brother hardly fazed her- it was the outfit that sparked a response from her. She held up an exceptionally small, tight green dress with another outfit beneath it. Jaime squawked at the loops and strips of material that would criss and cross her skin: completely made of leather. The black, dangerous heels topped it all off though.
After living through Derrick hooting and David walking in to see what the ruckus was about, she was sure nothing could be worse. Jaime finally stretched the second article of clothing over herself, trying to tug it down while doing so only pronounced the slit that ran to her naval; every curve in her body was accentuated in this outrageous outfit. She consented to having her hair pulled back into a simple, long pony tail that reached the nape of her neck. Slathering lip gloss over her lips, she refused to look at the finished project in a mirror, knowing she looked every bit the hooker that she was supposed to be.
She met Locke to run over everything that was stocked in the purse that hung from an elbow,. Thank god for the stupid accessories that women carried around these days.
Lynas drove her to the drop off site, taking in her appearance with several thoughts on his mind. Before he could voice them though, she had swooped in for a long kiss, breaking it off slowly. Her breathing returned to normal after a minute and she pushed open the door of the little yellow sports car, precariously walking the two blocks to where she would be meeting her target. The South African mobster kissed her on the cheek and ran his hand down her lower back, fingers beginning down her firm rump when she stepped back and fluttered her eyelashes at him. “Now, now. Not in the middle of the street…” The practiced line spilt out of her mouth and she teased it with a smile, taking his hand and flicking her blonde hair off of her shoulder.
Jaime let the dark-skinned male lead her to his car, Hummer chugging through the depths of the city to his twelfth story pent-house. He was hosting a party and it seemed that he needed someone to hang on his arm all evening and leave the next morning very much hung over and used. Life of a whore, she thought to herself. Jaime specifically turned off all incomings SDs so that she would be able to better concentrate. Locke wanted her to find out their plans for the Governor and then arrest him. Things could very quickly escalate and frankly, Jaime wished that she didn’t have to be put into this position. It was demeaning and rude in her opinion, but she would b***h about it later. She took his arm, following him around all night, reaching up to whisper the different sexual favors she would bestow on him later between guests that he spoke to. The night wore on and finally all of the Barbies he had surrounded himself with all departed, only a small group of young men left. He told her to wait in the other room, both ready to forget her and preparing for what she would do to him. Women with bodies like that weren’t often available for any price, but he had been damned lucky. He wanted to get this meeting over now. As soon as possible. Clothing was itchy on his body and he wanted to shove the b***h against the bed so hard that she screamed out for more. With that on his mind, he was less careful and slipped, forgetting to close the door behind her. “Governor had a nice warning last week, boys. I want this one to be deadly. Literally.” Dismissing them, he was unzipping his pants before the door clicked behind them. The look in the blonde’s eyes was different though. Less shallow and ditzy. Much more defined and cold towards him. “Baby..?” he asked, clearly wanting to fix things up and bury himself in her soft flesh. Then it clicked in his head that this wasn’t a whore and he was not going to be pleasured. The second realization enraged him greatly more than the other. Damned if he didn’t get his way whether she was a street-slut or not. He grabbed the strap of her dress and the flimsy material gave way, revealing much more than he had ever anticipated. What people created for sex amazed him some times. A growl escaped his lips and Jaime felt the mattress behind her before his hand seemed to push her. Her head knocked against wood though and a faint throbbing started, annoying but never painful. The way he approached her made her eyes widen slightly. He reached towards her, ripping a leather thong that crossed her shoulders, dress already in tatters on the floor. Lust controlled his vision and Jaime knew he would stop at nothing to get what she had denied him. Caught up in her thoughts, she found herself against a wall, mind reeling that she had let herself become so vulnerable. He was pressing her against it, using his height to the advantage. Jaime screamed through her SDI to Lynas and she could feel every nerve ending burning as time slower and the African lowered his head to kiss her. Blood spurted from his face as she met cartilage, heel of her hand breaking his nose. “b***h!” Faintly, she could hear Lynas in the back of her head, truly terrified for her in the first time since he could remember. He always worried, yes, but her panic and screams cut into his heart. Concentrating on the situation, Jaime watched as the man stood before her and wiped the stream of blood from his chin, moving towards her again. He barely grabbed her arm as she tried to move out of reach but she met the doorway with the crown of her head. It could have very easily been worse, but the drag of her foot against the floor had kept her from landing on her face. Another spatter of blood hit her own body and the scream echoed only in her head. Lynas was begging her to stay alive if nothing else. She fell to the floor, feeling the kick to her side before it came, sharp intake of breath catching in her throat. Instinctively, the fighter in her began to kick in and take control of her body, letting her mind sink into itself and block everything else out. She grabbed his leg and pulled him down, landing across her waist in a straddle position. Smirk wide across his face, he sneered down at her. “Right where you belong, whore.” Rough hands ripped at the little material she had still covering her body. A tear slipped out of the corner of her eye and she found herself in that moment, white hot anger taking over. Wrenching herself up from her position beneath him, she pulled a leg out from under him and kicked him in the chest, sharp heel sinking into his flesh as well as propelling him into a bedpost. Leering, he tried to come back at her but grabbed a lamp and threw it at where her head had been fractions of a second before it hit the wall and shattered. Lynas pleaded in her mind to keep control of herself and stay alive, stay active, fight for her life. Her mind in a haze, she reached back and found the lamp, lashing it at his head and standing, bringing a knee to his face. The force of her anger as well as the steel bones met his skull with a sickening crack and he gave way, blood literally coating her lower half.
Lynas grabbed her up in his arms before she could determine his presence in the room, hugging her small frame to him before glancing over the damage from over her shoulder. The mobster was dead- blood speckled the tile floor, some of it Jaime’s. His temper caught fire and he looked down to evaluate the damage that had been done to his lover. Two different places on her head were bloody, she had a split lip, and bruises were appearing on her skin. He took her back into his arms and silently carried her into the car, removing his jacket and settling her in, wary of her silence.
Her usual chattiness and energetic nature had been stifled. If she hadn’t of killed that man, Lynas would have surely broken his neck- snapping it without a second thought. They squealed back into the base and Locke walked out to meet the couple, Lynas instructing Jaime to stay in the car. She knew something was immediately wrong when he refused to acknowledge her presence and walked by her silently. Ten minutes later, he returned to the car with two suitcases and the majority of their bedding. He put the bags into the back and opened her door, tucking the blankets around her nearly naked form. Blood seeped into it but neither bothered with it.
Soon enough both of them sat in seats on a plane already headed out across the planet. He refused to let her out of his grasp, holding and touching her tenderly before the lights turned off with a quiet click. He pulled her into his lap and wiped away the tears with his thumb, letting her fall asleep against his warm form: breathing and the beating of his heart lulling her into the blackness. He kept whispering to her, getting through enough to keep the images and nightmares from coming. Jaime had killed a man who had the intention of raping and killing her as well.
It would take time to heal.
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Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 4:11 pm
Subject line: The Angels: Lynas/Jaime Challenge: #28
Pairing: Lynas/Jaime
Fandom: The Angels
Theme: # 28 Wada CalciumMissing Labels Lynas rolled out of bed and crossed into the bathroom that adjoined to their room, hearing Jaime humming softly. Wanting to sneak up on her and see how far he could convince her to take a shower with him, he peeked around the corner of the doorway and caught sight of her chewing something and capping a bottle of pills. She bent over and put it away under the sink.
He went in but before he could ask what the hell she was doing, he found himself with a very deliberate, very naked, body on his, clearly looking forward to the shower that had just been on his mind. He made a note to ask Jaime later and picked her up, placing her between himself and the tile wall of the bathroom. Kissing her roughly, he could feel a smirk turn up the corner of her mouth as she grinded hips against his teasingly. Matching it, he jerked her up onto her toes and did his best to imitate her playful growl.
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She had snuck out of bed when he was dozing under her body, evidently gathering that supply of never-ending energy back. A note was stuck to the door, her scrawl letting him know where to find her. Derrick wanted to call a rematch on their little wrestling match from last week when she had kicked his a**.
Groggily sitting up, he pouted to himself that he couldn’t just roll over and repeat the process from last night as well as this morning. The thought brought him back to the pills and he got up, pulling some pants on regretfully. Crouching down, he pulled the bottle out and found no label or other markings to identify what they were. Frowning, he opened it and examined the small pink tablets in the palm of his hand. He pocketed them and searched for a shirt and traveled to the gym to find Derrick sitting alone, sweat beads across his body. He was in the middle of shaking his head with a disappointed look on his face before glancing up and groaning.
“She beat me! Wounded pride, man!” He exclaimed, watching the grin creep up on Lynas’ face with a roll of his eyes. “She’s not here any more.” He informed Lynas, clearly thinking the grin was because his mind was in the gutter.
“That’s fine. Do you know what these are?” He asked, uncapping the small container and showing the pills to Derrick. Surprise crossed his usually animated features and he looked to Lynas and back down at the pink pills. “Those are pre-natal pills, Lynas…” he stopped when the color began to wash out of the other male’s face. Lynas sat down heavily beside his brother, trying to breathe. Tried to understand why she hadn’t told him yet. Derrick clapped a hand on his shoulder, getting up. “This certainly changes things. Soon she’ll expect a ring on her finger and a wedding. Locke will certainly have something to say.” Grin wide, he walked out and called over his shoulder back at Lynas. “Hope it’s a boy,” he hooted with laughter and the door closed behind him.
Lynas let his head sink into his hands and thoughts ran by at a mile a minute. Why hadn’t she told him? Was she waiting for the right moment or was she really expecting a ring? Did she even want the baby?
Well obviously, she was taking the vitamins for it, wasn’t she? Another part of his mind spoke up. He finally got up and asked where she was, voice monotone. She told him that she would meet him back in the bedroom for a midmorning romp and cut him off before he could spit anything else out.
He eventually made it there and pushed the door open, instinctively catching Jaime as she tackled him. Closing the door behind them, Lynas sat her down on the edge of the bed and sat down beside her. She picked up on his mood immediately and frowned. “What?”
“Did you plan on actually telling me…?” he trailed off, giving her a knowing looks.
“…Tell you what?” Lynas couldn’t decide whether she was acting or genuinely confused.
“That you were… you know…” He pulled out the bottle from his pants pocket and handed it to her.
“That I was trying the new vitamins that would help boost my calcium? I didn’t think you would mind, but if you’re opposed to me taking anything I can tell Thomas tha-“ She was cut off by Lynas’ next comment.
“So you aren’t taking pre-natal vitamins?” He clarified, green eyes waiting for her confirmation. She laughed so hard that tears started to p***k the corners of her eyes and she fell off of the bed. Lynas quirked a brow and helped her get back up. “Who told you that?” She asked, eyes still gleaming.
Once he realized the culprit, a small growl sounded in the back of his throat. “I’ll make it up to you, okay?” Jaime happily shoved him back into bed and let the bottle of pills clatter to the floor.
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 3:28 pm
Awesome. I love comments. There are so many here. Whatever shall I do?
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 8:37 pm
This is good. I like.
Right now I'm too lazy to check for grammar exc...but I this looks pretty good. Then again, my own grammar/editing skills are like zero. Storyline/content is good though.
Keep up the good work. biggrin G'night.
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