Mr. Maid [Richter x Aster, crack, drabble]
Here, have some maid!Richter.
Reunion. [Richter x Aster] drabble
Green eyes slipped shut, the burning pain of being a seal finally fading. It’d been so long… And he’s so tired… He knew wouldn’t last much longer, he’d simply been here too long. As he lost awareness, a strange feeling of peace came over him.
Emerald eyes opened to find a hauntingly familiar gaze staring back. He pushed himself up, startled, and stared.
“It’s been a long time, huh, Richter? It’s alright now, you can rest. It’s over.”
The blond before him was smiling, and looked so achingly familiar. But that was impossible. “You’re dead.”
Aster smiled. “So are you.”
Rose .:Drabble:.
“Richter?”
The redhead glanced up from his writing, wondering why Emil was here. He adjusted his glasses, frowning at the boy.
Emil shifted nervously, looking down. He wasn’t sure how Richter would react, so he hesitated.
Richter returned his attention to his notebook.
“Say what you came here for or leave.”
Emil’s face flushed. He hesitantly pulled his hands from behind his back and set something down, muttering, “I… I’ll just leave this here…” before quickly hurrying away.
Richter glanced up once Emil had left, staring at the kid’s gift.
Next to his item pouch lay a single red rose.
Rose .:Drabble:.
“Richter?”
The redhead glanced up from his writing, wondering why Emil was here. He adjusted his glasses, frowning at the boy.
Emil shifted nervously, looking down. He wasn’t sure how Richter would react, so he hesitated.
Richter returned his attention to his notebook.
“Say what you came here for or leave.”
Emil’s face flushed. He hesitantly pulled his hands from behind his back and set something down, muttering, “I… I’ll just leave this here…” before quickly hurrying away.
Richter glanced up once Emil had left, staring at the kid’s gift.
Next to his item pouch lay a single red rose.
Atem was breathless while Yuugi’s lips sought out the triggers on his skin. How was he able to make him feel this way? Wasn’t he, the former pharaoh, the one who should be in control? The one who sought the pleasure Yuugi in ways he’d never dreamed of?
But no. No instead here he was writhing on…
The most fantastic puzzleshipping thing I have ever read. EVER.
Safe .:Drabble:. RatatoskXEmil
Emil didn’t really care what the others thought. He knew some of them were disturbed; some of them were weirded out by his relationship with Ratatosk. Marta hated it, and she made it well known how wrong she thought it was. None of that mattered to him, when he was curled up in the arms of the Summon Spirit, held in a surprisingly gentle grasp. None of that mattered when he rested against Ratatosk’s chest, blinking up at the red eyes of his other self. He always said the same thing when asked about it: “I feel safe with him.”
Sealed .:Drabble:. RatatoskXEmil
Ratatosk hated what Emil had done, sealing him away. All he could do was scream for Emil to let him out whenever he sensed the blond going into battle. He knew, though, that Emil couldn’t hear him. That Emil didn’t want to hear him. He wasn’t sure what hurt more, really—knowing he wasn’t able to protect the one he cared for anymore, or knowing that Emil hated him so much that he wanted him locked away forever. He punched an invisible wall, growling, frustrated with his inability to show Emil how he felt. He hated failing, it always hurt.
Posessive .:Drabble:. RatatoskXEmil
“Marta, for the last time, shut up!”
“But… Ratatosk…”
The Summon Spirit growled, turning away from the human girl. Really, she was just too annoying sometimes. She never stopped clinging to him, trying to convince him to love her. No matter what he said or did, she never understood that he only had eyes for another. It especially bothered him when she tried to hit on his other self. More than once he’d taken over and told her to stop. Ratatosk is very possessive of what he deems as his. And Emil just happened to be one of those things.
Surrender .:Drabble:. RatatoskXEmil
Emil didn’t even know why he bothered resisting, really. Once Ratatosk got started, his body told the Summon Spirit all he needed to know about how much Emil was enjoying his actions. Emil thought that maybe it was because something about it was probably very, very wrong—how can you have a relationship with a part of yourself? But it worked, the way Ratatosk touched him and kissed him and did all kinds of things that made him scream the other’s name proved that it was somehow possible. His thoughts are abruptly cut off as hands run across his body.
Dominating Himself .:Drabble:. RatatoskXEmil
Red eyes met green, and a predatory smirk crossed his face as he stared down at is prey. Really, it was too easy to take advantage of him. Besides, there was no way he could escape, they were stuck together forever—so he thought, why not make the most of it? It was certainly better than listening to the other whining or being unhappy. He can’t complain if he’s too busy moaning, after all. The other’s squirming stopped as their lips met, his hands trailed over the green eyed blond’s body.
Ratatosk always got his way when Emil was involved.
Fireflies
Richter Abend hated insects. He didn’t know why, but he simply could not stand any of them. So it was natural that his reaction, upon discovering that Emil had an insect perched upon his nose, was to try removing it.
The insect flew off before he could, however, and fluttered before the blond. Richter attempted to shoo the bug away when it began to glow softly.
Emil’s eyes lit up as the boy stared at the insect, smiling as if he’d never seen something so fascinating before.
Perhaps, Richter decided with a small, gentle smile, not all insects were bad.
Cinnamon Tea [a RichterXAster drabble]
Because that picture of Aster trying to lick Richter inspired this. From the little I can tell using some translation sites, there’s something about ‘tea’ in the description. I’ll probably expand on this idea.
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Aster liked tea. Cinnamon tea was his favorite; he loved the way it smelled. It reminded him of Richter, really. He’d always thought the half-elf smelled of cinnamon, and he couldn’t help but think of the older man when he drank his tea. Idly, he wondered if Richter tasted the way he smelled. Curiosity got the better of him, so he set his cup down and leaned over and licked the redhead’s cheek.
The half-elf just sighed wearily, an annoyed look on his face. “What are you doing, Aster?”
“Just wondered if you tasted like cinnamon.”
“Do I?”
“Nope, better.”
