Well, here's the list of words entirely thought up by those of you reviewing who were kind enough to give them to me! There turned out to be exactly thirty-five in all, interestingly enough.
...well I found it interesting
Big thanks to Drowning in Ice, Caoxyn, CocoPuff-Kitten, kakashi-kakadish, Bob Da Peach and Kiiwii-Seme for donating words! I'd list who donated what words, but I don't want to take up too terribly much space with A/N...I fear it'll get longer than my actual drabbles one day. If you're curious to know, or were one of the donors and can't remember what you told me, feel free to ask, I do have who gave what saved.
Remember, everyone else is also welcome and encourage to donate words. Once I get enough from you all again I'd like to have more one-word prompts that are specifically all from you reviewers, though I'll of course get to doing ones that I find randomly as well. ^.^
411 - Reviewer's Prompts
Siren – As Marluxia went into the second stanza of what was apparently a song from his Somebody's homeland, Vexen mused over the mythology of the Greeks and the alluring voices of the creatures known as sirens. Some said they were hideous monsters while some said their appearance was as beautiful as their voices. Marluxia was certainly beautiful. Vexen wasn't sure if sirens were beautiful or monstrous, but he was sure of one thing…Marluxia could not sing at all.
Survival – Marluxia had, in both his existences, always been a master at his craft, able to survive against all odds, mainly due to his willingness to do whatever is needed to survive, without remorse. He found it a bit ironic, now that he wasn't supposed to have remorse, that he was pained over having to send Vexen to his death in order to continue surviving.
Lacking – Marluxia was a bit disturbed to find that at some point in time, Vexen and Lexaeus' Somebodies had decided to pass the time by having sex together. It really, really didn't help that, when he confronted Vexen about this that night, the older man laughed, reached down between his legs and patted his flaccid penis in an almost sympathetic manner. The "don't worry, I still like you," that he called down to it before going to sleep didn't really help either.
Fuzz – Coming down to the lab and finding Marluxia cuddling a baby duckling (one of Vexen's soon to be test subjects) to his cheek was unexpected…apparently he liked the downy feel of its unformed feathers. It was somewhat adorable, but that didn't stop Vexen from making fun of him for the rest of the day and well into the night.
Control – Marluxia dominates all aspects of his own life…and Vexen's now that the man is working for him. All aspects but one. He tells himself he'd mind if Vexen weren't so very good at fucking him senseless.
Spoiled – It disturbs Vexen that the Superior has left three of their original six in the hands of a…well a brat. No matter what his age or skill level, Marluxia is still a petulant child. Vexen tells himself that as long as Marluxia actually isn't a literal child, he can still justify sleeping with him despite this.
Wrap – Vexen dresses the wound on Marluxia's hand with a carefulness that the assassin wants to believe is just a bit more than practiced attention to his work.
Tremor – Vexen can't help but enjoy the way Marluxia trembles when he presses freezing fingertips to the bare, heated skin of his backside.
Vanish – Marluxia tells himself he doesn't care that they can't have any real emotions attached to their sexual…arrangement. He also tells himself he doesn't care that Vexen has never once been there when he wakes in the mornings.
Addiction – Marluxia is willing to do a frighteningly large amount of things for chocolate peppermint candies. Vexen has made good use of this knowledge.
Lights – The vines twisting and curling around the lights in Marluxia's greenhouse give the entire room a hazy, green glow that reflects off of the scientist's pale skin, making him look like some sort of otherworldly deity. Marluxia finds himself paying more attention to the way Vexen's throat moves as he speaks than to what the man is saying.
Plutonium – Sometimes Marluxia likes to come and watch Vexen work in his labs; some of his experiments are organic enough to gain his interest. There are some materials; however, that Marluxia will have nothing to do with. Sometimes Vexen sets them out just to have a few hours to himself.
Debt – Marluxia runs his fingers through Vexen's hair as the older man sleeps and decides that having him here is worth what he'd been made to do for Xemnas in order to have him brought here.
Music – Marluxia can faintly hear Larxene playing music down the hall. He waves a hand lazy and sends a particularly angry and nettled vine down the hall to kindly tell her to shut it the hell off. From across the room, he sees the faintest hint of a smile cross Vexen's lips as the older man turns a page of his book.
Tea – Vexen supposes he should have known it was only a matter of time before Marluxia would replace his usual coffee with tea. It would be somewhat…nice to know that Marluxia cares for his health if not for the fact that…well…Vexen wants his coffee back.
Balcony – Xemnas is content to spend his days hanging over his Balcony, professing potentially half crazed declarations to Kingdom Hearts. Marluxia decides that once he's Superior, that balcony will be the first thing to go…after he bends Vexen over the side of it, just for the principle of it all, really.
Fish – Vexen watches with detached boredom as Marluxia retches for the third time that night and suggests that perhaps the fish wasn't properly cooked after all and…had Marluxia not been so stubborn in insisting that it was, perhaps he wouldn't be so sick…he supposes he deserves being sprayed with vomit as Marluxia turns to argue with him and throws up again at the same time. That doesn't mean he likes it though.
Mop – Lord of Castle Oblivion or no, if Marluxia is going to break things in Vexen's lab, Marluxia is going to clean the mess up.
Tiger – Lexaeus carries the crate down to the labs, dropping it down for Vexen to open and use as he will for his experiments. The blonde peers into the crate and freezes…metaphorically…staring into dangerous, predatory eyes and he's suddenly so violently reminded of Marluxia that he has to leave the room. When Lexaeus comes back later, the big cat is still locked up in the crate and Vexen is nowhere to be found.
Cord – The material is a deep maroon, velvety to the touch and soft and gentle despite its firm pull against his wrists. Vexen appreciates Marluxia choosing something that wouldn't leave bruises on his already thin and fragile wrists, but he can't help but wish he'd left off on the idea of tying him up altogether…he'd proven that he was more than willing to have sex without them…hadn't he?
Butterscotch – Vexen's tongue is surprisingly flexible and capable of making twists and turns that Marluxia had no idea he could manage…now all the assassin has to do is to figure out how to replace the candy in Vexen's mouth with something quite different.
Thank you – The words are barely audible, and Vexen's voice is hoarse and thick from sleep…but as Marluxia hands over his morning coffee to the still half-sleeping blonde, he just knows that he's heard correctly and he can't help but smile in immediate response.
Merge – Vexen isn't sure how, in the process of combining his old equipment from Never Was, with the provided equipment in Oblivion, Marluxia ended up showing up naked on an examination table…but he decides that he might as well not waste a nice surprise.
Boutique – On the rare occasion that they actually leave Oblivion, Marluxia likes to whisk Vexen off in private and splurge on silly nonsense things the scientist would never buy himself, but needs, in Marluxia's opinion, to be pampered with. That and the little shops usually have secluded areas behind them all that are perfect for a quick grope before heading to the next one.
Vintage – Marluxia lets the antique pocket watch swing lazily back and forth in front of Vexen's face, knowing it won't hypnotize him, and not really caring. He's bored and sated and half asleep anyway and it just seems to fit the moment. When he's more coherent he'll ask Vexen what he's doing keeping some of Even's old trinkets anyway.
Snacks – Vexen is surprised to find that someone as fit and healthy as Marluxia (minus the not having a heart of course) lives on an almost consistent diet of potato chips and pre-packaged cakes when he's locked away for days on end, managing the paperwork that apparently comes with running Oblivion. Actually, Vexen is more surprised to find that there is paperwork.
Orwellian – Vexen fears Xemnas and has to admit he wouldn't mind if he weren't in charge…but he can't help but fear what life would be like under Marluxia's rule as well.
Top Hat – It's not what Marluxia has on his head so much as what he doesn't have on anywhere else that Vexen is looking at.
Aphrodite – Zexion spoke once of a mission to a world where gods ruled over all the aspects of human life. While there he apparently met a goddess who ruled over love with a son who could force people to fall in love. Zexion laughed bitterly at how utterly useless either of them would have been to Nobodies and the other Elders shook their heads in agreement, but Marluxia didn't miss the half-second glance that Vexen sent his way. Would a god be strong enough to overrule a Nobody's inability to love with their power? It didn't matter now of course. They'd never ventured to the world, or even discussed it and Vexen was gone now…but Marluxia still wondered.
Balloon – Marluxia doesn't know how exactly Larxene managed to shove the end of a balloon into his mouth and pop it, much less force him to swallow the gas escaping it, but now he sounds similar to the Mouse King when he speaks and Vexen won't stop laughing, much less take him seriously enough to have sex.
Spoon – The subject of childhood games came up one lazy afternoon when Marluxia was slacking off and allowing Vexen to do the same in order to sleep with him. Vexen mentioned something involving balancing a spoon on one's nose and walking with it. One thing lead to another and Marluxia supposed he really should have known better than to expect that pictures of him trying to balance a spoon head on his erect penis wouldn't circulate around the Castle. What he really wanted to know was when Vexen found the time to take them.
Wired – Marluxia finds himself tossing and turning miserably in the wee hours of the morning, wide awake and desperate for sleep. He's made the decision that Vexen is going to have to die and he tells himself he's alright with it, but his mind hasn't stopped racing since he announced it officially to himself that afternoon, bombarding him with every memory he has of the other man.
Fairytales – Marluxia may be charming and princely but he's far from being pure, honest or goodhearted (or hearted at all really) enough to be a storybook prince. And no matter what can be said about Vexen's long blonde hair or effeminate figure, the older man is no princess or damsel in distress. Still, if he's going to compare them to things make believe, Marluxia supposes he might as well pretend that Vexen is feeling something as he's kissing him now. He's given up on pretending he doesn't after all.
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