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'I Am Thankful For' Comment-Fic Meme

In an effort to breathe some life back into this community I am officially opening up the "I Am Thankful For" Anon Comment Fic Meme. It's a Thanksgiving-themed meme! Yay!

Ground rules:


01. Comment anonymously to this post with your desired characters or pairings + a prompt. Remember that this is a yaoi/yuri-centric community, so no het please. All fandoms are welcome.

Example #1 Sanzo + Goku, family
Example #2 Eames/Arthur, undressing

Remember that you can interpret the prompts however you wish. What do you think these characters would be thankful for (knowing canon the way you do)? Your response can be fluffy, dirty, heartbreaking, whatever you want. Not inspired by any of the pairings or prompts? Feel free to throw in your own and fill it yourself. Anything goes!

02. You can leave as many prompts as you like, but please leave one prompt per comment.

03. Your prompts can include as many people as you'd like (Saiyuki OT4, Bleach's 12th Division)

04. Scroll through the comments and when you find a prompt you like, write a fic in reply to the comment.

05. If you've replied to a prompt with fic or art, please put ‘FILLED’ in your subject line and then anything else you may want to include (title, parts, etc.)

06. If you're prompting something that may contain spoilers, please be courteous and note that there may be spoilers in the subject line.

07. Your comment-fic can as short as a word or cover up to 26 parts (if you're inspired). There are no word counts to worry about.



Prompt: Saiyuki, Sanzo & Gojyo, shopping for supplies >>> Shopping by Anon

Prompt: Saiyuki Gaiden, Tenpou/Konzen, something borrowed >>> Something Borrowed by Anon







Can you believe it's been six years since we first opened the doors to this community? Thank you all for sticking around even when there's been little to no activity. Love!

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(Anonymous)

Loveless
Soubi/Ritsuka, fulfilled

(Anonymous)

GI Joe: Rise of Cobra
Duke/Snake Eyes--Boulevard of Broken Dreams

(Anonymous)

Inception - Cobb/Saito, negotiations

(Anonymous)

Katekyo Hitman Reborn, Tsuna/Gokudera, rings

(Anonymous)

Death Note - Matt/Mello, the possibility of victory. (Note: The name order is totally random, not meant to indicate anything.)

(Anonymous)

FMA
Roy/Riza, we are finally a family.

(Anonymous)

The Traitor Game (on the off chance that anyone knows it), Micheal/Francis, healing.

(Anonymous)

Count Cain/Godchild, Cain/Riff, "I give you thanks for receiving, it's my privilege. And you owe me nothing in return."

(Anonymous)

Saiyuki - Hakkai/Gojyo, Fidelity

(Anonymous)

Bleach, 11th (any), 'peace'

(Anonymous)

D.Gray-Man: Allen + Kanda, Joker

(Anonymous)

D.Gray-Man: Kanda + Alma, freedom

(Anonymous)

D.Gray-Man: Tyki + Lavi, trust

(Anonymous)

Transformers G1, Optimus/Ironhide - gentle

(Anonymous)

Merlin
Merlin/Gwaine, unintended consequences

(Anonymous)

Loveless
Kouya/Yamato, firsts

(Anonymous)

Weiss Kreuz
Crawford/Schuldig, nice restaurant, extended family, sharp knives

(Anonymous)

FULFILLED - A Schwarz Thanksgiving (1/2)

[notes: Hope you don't mind this very crack cross-over! But when I think Crawford + extended family, I immediately think of this.]


Last year, Crawford made the mistake of introducing Schuldig to his cousin, the CEO of a children’s card game company. Somehow, he had not foreseen that they would become fast friends. He had figured that mind-readers tended to be naturally wary of each other, but he had misread his cousin’s quirky ability to charm people. (It never worked on Crawford, so it was no wonder he’d underestimated its effect).

Thankfully, his cousin was always busy running his company in California, and Schwarz being…Schwarz, they were usually otherwise occupied as well. But his cousin was oddly a sentimental sort, and so it came to no surprise to Crawford when he received an email in mid October inviting the whole team to Thanksgiving dinner.

Thanksgiving was one of those unnecessary holidays in Crawford’s opinion, a complete waste of time. People traveled all kinds of distances (clogging up transit in every direction) to dine with relations they’d rather not see and take home weeks worth of turkey and stuffing that will inevitably go to waste. He sat there trying to think of a believable rejection to the email when he glanced up at the door.

It opened a moment later, and Schuldig sauntered in looking smug.

“Yes, what is it?” Crawford said curtly.

“Oh, it’s nothing,” he replied, leaning lazily against Crawford’s desk – and wrinkling a few documents that had been neatly stacked on the side. “I was just…you know, wondering if we’re going to your cousin’s this year. That lovely tradition you Americans call…Thanksgiving?”

“How did you know about that?” Crawford narrowed his eyes sharply.

“You just told me,” Schuldig said with a grin. (Actually, he’d received a call from the very cousin earlier today, but Crawford didn’t need to know that).

“It’s out of the question.”

“He’s never gonna let you forget, you know that.”

“Fortunately, our paths don’t cross very often.”

“But ours do.”

“Don’t tell me you’re going to give me a hard time about this.”

“Look, Führer, it’s just one day, right? What could it hurt? You could use a vacation. I think all of us can. Nagi’s stapling my shit to the ceiling again. I think he’s bored.”

A vacation? Hardly. But Crawford agreed that a change of scenery was probably for the best – they’d been working non-stop for months. He didn’t need a vacation – that’s just the way he worked – but he had to think of his team.

“Fine.”

--

(Anonymous)

Saiyuki
Hakkai/Gojyo, Sanzo, Goku
warm socks and clean sheets

(Anonymous)

Weiss Kreuz
Yohji/Schuldig, credit cards

(Anonymous)

Inception
Arthur/Eames, handmade

(Anonymous)

Saiyuki
Gojyo/Hakkai, unexpected nostalgia

(Anonymous)

Saiyuki
Koumyou & Kouryuu, birdsong

(Anonymous)

Weiss Kreuz
Crawford/Schuldig, consent

(Anonymous)

FILLED: Sex, Y/N?

”Say yes,” Crawford ordered, trying to wriggle his hand down the front of Schuldig’s pants.

“No,” Schuldig said, doing some wriggling of his own and finally rolling over the top of the breakfast bar to freedom. “Coffee?” he added, holding up the pot in a hostile manner.

“No, thanks,” Crawford said, foreseeing where the scalding liquid would go.


*


“Say yes,” Crawford gasped, trying to shove Schuldig to his knees.

No,” Schuldig said, and quickly tied his hands together with the towel. “Christ, can’t I even have a shower in peace?”

“I don’t mind being hog-tied,” Crawford said with a winning smile.

Schuldig rolled his eyes and strolled out of the bathroom naked, grabbing up his leave-in conditioner as he went.


*


“Please say yes,” Crawford said with as much humility as he thought would be believable.

“Did someone remember the magic word?” Schuldig said. “Is your mummy very proud of her little Brad?”

Crawford narrowed his eyes in irritation and pounced, pinning Schuldig down on the couch. “Say yes.”

“No,” Schuldig said sweetly, and kneed him. While Crawford lay curled up in agony, Schuldig finally gained control of the TV remote.



*


“Fine, don’t say yes, I don’t give a shit, I’m over you,” Crawford said.

“Good,” Schuldig said, keeping the table between them.

“I’ll sleep with Farfarello.”

“Don’t ask him for a blowjob, he bites.”

Crawford looked at him in horror. “You screwed Farfarello?”

“Prig. I knew you were bluffing.”

Crawford calculated the chance of grabbing Schuldig if he vaulted over the table. Schuldig picked up a chair.

“Telepath,” he said sarcastically. “Really very fast-moving violent telepath.”

Crawford strategically withdrew in search of a sandwich instead.


*


“Why won’t you say yes?” Crawford said as they drove down the highway.

“Crawford, please,” Schuldig snapped. “I’m trying to overtake this granny in a way that’ll force her into the path of the ambulance, don’t distract me.”

“I’m just curious.”

“Fine. It’s a social experiment to see if your balls will spontaneously combust through continual denial.”

Crawford looked at him in disgust. “You are so full of shit.”

“If you’d stop jerking off to fantasies of me doing the Macarena the data’d be gathered much faster.” Schuldig swerved round the car in front so close that Crawford couldn’t keep from a sharply-indrawn breath, even though he could see they wouldn’t be involved in the crash.

“I really am over you,” he muttered as Schuldig giggled in pleasure at the resulting carnage in the rear-view mirror.

“You wish,” Schuldig crowed.

He was in a good mood, Crawford thought, and might be in a better one if Crawford told him he’d foreseen the crash would end in a fifteen car pile-up. Maybe he’d finally say –

“No,” Schuldig laughed, and shot towards his next target of vehicular homicide.

Crawford sighed, and closed his eyes to better concentrate on the tune of the Macarena.

(Anonymous)

Saiyuki
Hakkai/Gojyo, tantric sex

(Anonymous)

Saiyuki
Sanzo & Gojyo, shopping for supplies

(Anonymous)

FILLED: Shopping, 1/1

They trudged through icy slush to get to the nearest grocery store. Gojyo had his leather jacket on, but all Sanzo had to cover himself with was a blanket that Goku had knotted in the front so he could wear it like a cape. At least he had boots on his feet; they were far more practical than the sandals and tabi he’d worn earlier in their journey. As he held a half-consumed cigarette between his fingers, he grumbled, “Why the fuck am I here?”

Inhaling a hit off of his Hi-Lite, Gojyo responded, “Because twenty-four years ago, some woman gave birth to an old man disguised as a baby.”

“You’re a real comedian,” Sanzo said in a voice that implied he was anything but.

“The Three Floating Heads sent you?” Gojyo suggested.

“I mean why am I slogging through the streets to go shopping with a moron like you. It’s like sending someone who’s never driven to get auto parts.”

“We have a list,” Gojyo said, crossly, “and I’ve shopped with Hakkai plenty of times. Since Hakkai and Goku can’t come, it’s only fair that you drag your lazy ass to the store for once.”

That shut Sanzo up for the remainder of their journey. Goku had been gouged in the leg during a battle earlier in the day and a tire had gone flat on their way into town. Gojyo and Sanzo took turns carrying Goku, since Hakkai was carrying Hakuryu and was already worn down from healing Goku.

After all that, no one was in any mood to go shopping, but they’d had to ditch most of their supplies when Hakuryu broke down. Hakkai needed to stay back at the inn, so Gojyo and Sanzo were chosen; the list was too extensive for one person to carry everything.

When they got to the store, Sanzo yanked a cart free and they wandered up and down the aisles searching for the items on the list. Sanzo swore when they missed the soy sauce and had to double back to get it. Gojyo pointedly said, “Who’s that for?” when Sanzo reached for a jar of mayonnaise. Batteries, rice, ramen, oil –- everything was dumped into the increasingly full cart.

The longer they shopped, the stormier the look on Sanzo’s face. Finally, he burst out, “It’s a fucking waste to be buying half the same stuff we had to leave behind.”

“We didn’t have a choice,” Gojyo said. “There’s no point in crying over spilled supplies.”

“Who’s crying, moron?” Sanzo sniffed. He kicked the shopping cart.

Gojyo's stomach clenched. “Fucking priest,” he said under his breath. He put a restraining hand out and said, “Look, man, you don’t have to like it, but the way I look at it, we’re lucky to even be here. When we finish shopping, we’re going back to a warm inn where Hakkai will make us a nice dinner. We have clean clothes, and you have a fancy credit card to pay for whatever we need. To someone like me, who lived on the streets and stole to support myself, that ain’t bad.”

Sanzo stood still for a minute. “I suppose it’s not so bad after having youkai and half the men in China after my ass,” he muttered, turning away, embarrassed to have said that much. Gojyo assumed he was talking about the time before he arrived in Chang’an, when he’d wandered China looking for his master’s missing sutra. Sanzo hardly ever said anything about it. Maybe now he knew why.

“I guess we have more in common than you think,” Gojyo said as Sanzo used the gold card to pay for their purchases.

“Here,” Sanzo said, handing Gojyo three bags to carry while holding onto two of them. Gojyo frowned at the disparity, but Sanzo ignored him. As they trudged back to the inn, Sanzo said, “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I should be more thankful than I act.”

“You’re welcome,” Gojyo said.

“You’re still an idiot, though,” Sanzo said as he pushed open the door to the inn.
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