Title: The Family Way (Fantasy, Wizards' World series, m-preg)
First Impressions: Part 4
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 200


“So?”

Finian smiled, “Positive.”

“Good,” Jasper said with a satisfied nod. “Now those two will have to stop dragging their paws and we can finally hold their mating ceremony.”( Read more... )

http://fantasyboysxxx.blogspot.co.uk/2015/08/fb3x-drabble-cascade-125-word-of-week.html#more

Title: How to Propose (Fantasy, R, m/m)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 200

The bottle shimmered with an opal’s fire against which the wide mundane cork stopper clashed. It made Gil ache to uncap the bottle and toss the cork away into the surf but one had to be careful with containers found floating up in the beach surf. Still it was a beautiful bottle and he took it home.

Two days of considering it, staring at it last thing while falling asleep; he couldn’t resist anymore. Inside was a rolled up paper.

‘If you are reading this, Got’cha.’

There was familiar laughter and hard arms held Gil to an equally solid body.

“Took you long enough,” Horace said.

Gil’s, “Horry,” was interrupted. “No love, because of your uncorking my bottle you might want to try,” Horace leaned forward, “something else. You know that opening a djinn’s bottle carries repercussions.”

“Horry,” Gil tried again, “cut it out. I know you’re not going to kill me.” He folded his arms, “I choose the 3 wishes option.”

“Good,” Horace smiled making a bottle of lube appear, “I’ll consider them once my cock is well wedged up into your tight ass.”

“Oh.” Gil grinned, “So, I get a ring?”

A leer answered him. “We both do.”

These 2 came out of a Drabble Cascade. Prompt word "Halloween"- Blow out the Candles.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Drabble Cascade prompt: "ludicrous".
Education

Life with a Vampire

FB3X Drabble Cascade #84– “Halloween”

Title: Blow the Candles Out 3 (PG, m/m,dub-con,vampire)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 200
Follows from: http://charisstoma.livejournal.com/762045.html



“Can you summon my coat from inside?” Brian asked.

“Nope, not animate. Doesn’t work with people either. Don’t believe all that movie tripe,” Gabriel interspersed between teasing kisses on Brian’s neck.

“So letting me go in to get my coat…”

“Not going to happen without me invited in,” Gabriel tightened his clutch.

Sighing, Brian said, “I’m thinking us doing something together outside the house while I make up my mind about letting you in.” Adding, “And no biting on the first date.”

“Vampire’s promise to be good while I’m seducing you?”

Brian grinned, “How good we talking?”

“Been no complaints.”

“Been any survivors to make complaints?” Brian raised an eyebrow.

With irritation Gabriel responded, “Remember what I said; ‘movie tripe.’ There were no dead or dying bodies after being with me. Might have been a little woozy, but they’d been drinking, too.”

“So you pick up strangers and wow them and leave them,” Brian stated.

“Am thinking about changing to a single donor but I need something in the entrance, if you get what I mean.”

“You don’t even know me.”

“Been stalking you,” Gabriel shrugged. “Wait ‘til morning and you’ll see. To know me is to love me. Please?”

Continues with: Part 4

FB3X Drabble Cascade #73– “Perspective”

Title: Stalker’s Prey (PG, Modern Fantasy, m/m)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 200



Jonas put the binoculars up to his eyes, focusing down through the leaves. He’d had to wait to allow the foliage to reclaim the blind after the winter, long weeks of staying far away, impatience gnawing at him.

It was worth it though; he thought a smile pulling at his face, ‘He’ was here, and oh, the view. There was just a hint of green to his hair, and yes he was a natural celadon blond. Jonas moaned.

‘If you like the view so much, come closer,’ was whispered in his ear; his quarry grinned widely up at him, fingers toying in places Jonas ached to touch. ‘I won’t bite much and you’ll love it when I do. You’ll scream for me.’

Pretend like you’re not here, Jonas told himself. He can’t really know you’re up here.

‘Human, I know you’re there and salt offers no protection. That’s for demon folk, not Fae.’

Jesus help me, Jonas thought in panic.

‘Fine. Suit yourself,’ the fae shrugged, ‘Soon the rest will be here to celebrate the Fertility Rites. Better for you,’ he smirked, ‘if it’s just me claiming you. I won after all, luring you here, I did see you first.’

Title: Old Tales and Memories
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 200
Prompt: Y is for Yarn


The crackle of the tavern hearth’s smoky fire was the only sound other than the old man’s voice recounting a boyhood tale. Most had heard the yarn before but stilled to listen as it was spun into the room.

“The prince was riding through the surf, casting up great splashes of water. By and by he came upon a large rock projecting out into the waves, its surface wetted by eager sea spray that tongued at the figure upon it.” Old Ned took a drink. “Greatly curious was the prince and he tried to ride to it but his horse would not. And so the prince then threw off his rich clothing, knowing it would weight him down and swam out himself. There against the damp black surface lay, with lithe limbs and face fair and other things to make this old man blush, one that enchanted him. T’is said he joined with his selkie lover, and lives with him in the depths even today.”

“Enchanted,” Caspian shook his head smiling as they meandered down to the shore, “don’t think I noticed your fair face. It was your…”

“Hush you,” Ffelaine cupped Caspian’s ass in the moonlight. “It was romantic.”

Title: Where Plunnies Come From (m/m, were-chicken/were-rabbit)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 200
Prompt: V is for Violin
Plunny = Plot Bunny
Apologies to Dr. Seuss’ Horton Hatches the Egg
This is the answer to: What do get when the Easter Bunny marries a Rooster?
The first Rabbit to be laid by a chicken.



The padded cushion where Harry sat, trying to think good thoughts , in the classic lotus position was comfortable, still he was counting the days. The music system switched to another calming violin piece. He would kill for a Broadway song.

Looking down at their child nestled between his legs, he sighed. This was worth it.

There was a click and a livelier tune, the Chicken Dance, filled the room.

“Our child will be fine if you leave the nest for a bit.”

“He’ll get cold and that music is going to give him a complex, and we can’t do THAT in the same room he’s in.”

“Come away love, “ Cornish started pulling him out of the room, tossing a light baby blanket over the egg. “He’ll be fine for a short time.”

Weeks later, his parents oohed when the brightly patterned egg hatched and a little nose poked out sniffing the air. Sure he was adopted but their child was loved. After his fur dried he looked quite fluffy; a few days after that he attempted fluttering his wings.

Cornish wrapped his arms around Harry’s waist from behind as they adoringly watched their plunny son discovering the world.

Title: The Were-Toad (PG, m/m)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 200
Prompt: G is for Green
Meep's fault and this:

http://www.iflscience.com/plants-and-animals/strangest-defence-mechanisms-animal-kingdom


A mottled brown green was the toad that confronted Alex, standing 6 inches high on his four feet. The horror was that he didn’t always crouch so but could become bipedal, walking around like a troll of some kind. Alex had seen something like it before, moving through his garden when the moon was full, standing erect and croaking in the moonlight to be answered by other voices from the woods and the nearby pond.

Thad had smiled when he’d told him and said that Alex could stay the night with him. It was as good excuse as any and there was but the one bed in the small cottage where one thing led to another with the light filtering through the draperies over the rumpled sheets. Slick sweat coated their bodies, easing the dance of rhythmic movement. If Alex felt teeth biting down on his shoulder, pinning him for the plundering, his response was to groan and tighten around Thad where he intruded, later waking replete to moisture ripe night air filtering through the open house. Through the window the moon shown and in the horror filled mirror Alex beheld himself, stood, then croaked in answer to Thad outside.

Continues with By the Light of the Moon

Title: Wish in a Dove Chocolate (m/m, magic)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 200
Prompt: C is for Chocolate



The inscription inside the quality chocolate wrapper read, ‘Have no limits today. Love Dove©’
For a moment he played with the idea of going credit card wild, eating out, and … he couldn’t think of anything else because reality poked its head into things. He shrugged, ‘only a wrapper anyway.’

‘Still,’ he smiled a slow smile, ‘I could go wild surfing the internet.’ Simon didn’t notice the monitor screen giving a slight visual burp as he carefully smoothed out the foil Dove wrapper.

“Alright, what can I do for you today,” a cheerful voiced asked and Simon suspiciously looked at his perfectly innocent cup of coffee. “Ah, I see that you’ve received the ‘no limits’ option.” There was a friendly leer in the voice. “Any ideas?”

When Simon remained mute while checking around, behind and under his computer, the voice sternly said, “Stop that,” before continuing more moderately, “since you haven’t chosen …”

There was a clicking sound as from a card flipping across bicycle tire spokes or a spin on Wheel of Fortune. The clicking stopped, “Oh you are in luck. You’ve won an all expense paid day with me and they don’t call me Hoover* for nothing.”

*Hoover - brand of vacuum cleaner

FB3X Drabble Cascade #51 - Centre


Title: The Treasure (PG, m/m, prequel*)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 200
Prompt: Center/Centre (British people don’t spell things correctly sometimes *grins*)
Note: I’d like to say that Miri is evil and I had this idea that I was just going to write the first lines of so I wouldn’t lose it.
*continues with Dragon’s Work - Tending to the Fires (M/m, romance, weredragon)


In the center of the glen was an overlooked forest, for this was dragon territory they said. In the center of the forest, or near enough, was a waterfall whose water ran warm from some underground internal fire. The water fell to fill a basin of a largish pond, held cupped until it overflowed to become a river. The folk that benefitted from that river never sought its source for the obvious reason of the dragon. Dafydd knew nothing of this.


So when his horse threw him into the dirt and went its merry way gleefully or fearfully, for horses sometimes have more sense than their riders, Dafydd thought to ease his aching body in the hollowed out bowl of the warm waterfall. He was rinsing his hair, standing with his face raised to allow the stream to cascade down over all sides of his body, the water shining gems falling around and over his body alternately hiding and revealing the various mysteries that clothing concealed.

This is how Auryn found him and, resolving to lick each drop that caressed this human’s form and perhaps induce more to issue forth, the dragon introduced himself to his prey.