CALL FOR DRABBLES.
Dec. 13th, 2010 03:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fan_eluneTo celebrate the fact that I have just written a tiny minuscule fic, after so long spent not ficcing, people, ask me for drabbles before the writer's block comes back.
Fandoms I will write for, in no particular order: Buffy, Angel, Firefly, Dollhouse, Misfits, Skins (preferably the 'old' guys), Sherlock, Harry Potter, The Authority, Lucifer Box, the Nightrunners, Warchild and co, Alias, Spooks, Heroes (up until Adam's death), A Knight's Tale, Battlestar Galactica, Being Human (the original pilot only), Pitch Black, Dark Angel, Doctor Who/Torchwood, The Lord of the Rings, the Vampire Diaries, Supernatural, Chuck, Sons of Anarchy, Terminator: the Sarah Connor Chronicles, True Blood, Shakespeare in Love...
I'm going to stop listing fandoms. Most of you know what you can ask from me. Ask me for a fandom, specific characters if you want, and give me a prompt.
Pretty please?
Fandoms I will write for, in no particular order: Buffy, Angel, Firefly, Dollhouse, Misfits, Skins (preferably the 'old' guys), Sherlock, Harry Potter, The Authority, Lucifer Box, the Nightrunners, Warchild and co, Alias, Spooks, Heroes (up until Adam's death), A Knight's Tale, Battlestar Galactica, Being Human (the original pilot only), Pitch Black, Dark Angel, Doctor Who/Torchwood, The Lord of the Rings, the Vampire Diaries, Supernatural, Chuck, Sons of Anarchy, Terminator: the Sarah Connor Chronicles, True Blood, Shakespeare in Love...
I'm going to stop listing fandoms. Most of you know what you can ask from me. Ask me for a fandom, specific characters if you want, and give me a prompt.
Pretty please?
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Date: 2010-12-13 02:50 pm (UTC)Lucifer Box, flappers.
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Date: 2010-12-13 04:55 pm (UTC)Her eyelashes fluttered a few times, holding that particular gleam he knew so well, and did love to elicit. Her short bob framed strong features, eyes highlighted by khol, lips perfectly drawn with lipstick. The dress was to the latest flapper fashion, giving only a little hint as to the exact shapes underneath. Some things were only more alluring when left to the imagination.
She was a looker, Lucifer thought, and of course he would deserve to take her home that night. And in the end, he surely would.
Manner of speaking.
He blew a kiss at his own reflection, smiled with satisfaction, and headed out into the Chicago night to infiltrate the speakeasy.
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Date: 2010-12-13 05:10 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-12-13 03:15 pm (UTC)Alias/Dollhouse crossover time!
I DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW OR WHY. Sydney infiltrating the Dollhouse? Sark vs Adelle (or possibly Sark/Adelle)? or Sark vs Alpha, ooohhh (or Sark/Alpha, hahaha yikes) Weiss meets Topher, or (oh god) MARSHALL meets Topher? Sark/Weiss and Viktor/Sierra and ADORABLE FLUFFY BUNNY CUTENESS? I DON'T EVEN KNOW. The possibilities are endless! I feel like we should all try our hands at this! if either Alias or Dollhouse had ANY SORT OF FANDOM I would say their should be a fandom-wide challenge!
....I miss having time in my life for fandom, my life is way sadder without it :( <3
(also okay yes fine obligatory prompt for Shakespeare in Love fic, AKT crossover optional :D)
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Date: 2010-12-13 04:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-13 05:12 pm (UTC)"Julian," she echoes, on the exact same tone. Both of them players, neither of them played.
Seven measured steps take her over to him, steady on her stilettos. His hands reach for hers even as she offers them, and they kiss each other's cheeks.
"It's been too long," she states, and he squeezes her hands in agreement. "Drink?"
"You know my poison." His eyes shine with the humour of his words, and her lips stretch into a thin smile before she heads over to the decanters.
"What can I do for you this time?" she enquires, although she assumes the answer to be no different than usual. A different scenario, surely, but the imprint will remain the same.
"New scenario," he answers, confirming her suspicions.
She walks back over to him, gives him his glass, and lifts her own. "I'm sure we can schedule it quite soon."
He lifts his, smiles one of his empty smiles, and takes a sip. She watches him, and wonders again, not for the first time, why this CIA agent fascinates him so.
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Date: 2010-12-13 05:15 pm (UTC)I hope your computer gets fixed soon, honey! *snugs*
(...if you give me a prompt for Shakespeare and AKT.)
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Date: 2010-12-14 05:41 pm (UTC)Midnighter's voice rang rough and harsh as he looked up at the offensive plant hanging at the entrance of their apartment on the Carrier.
Apollo looked up from what he had been reading on the couch, and smiled at him in a way that seemed to warm the entire room. Sunny bastard.
"Jenny insisted," he answered, and leisurely got to his feet. "Said you could use a little holiday spirit."
"I could use getting that down and out of my sight," Midnighter retorted, and reached up to grab the mistletoe.
Apollo's hand closed around his wrist (he let it; computer had offered over 30,000 ways to stop it, a lot of them lethal to someone not Apollo), a warm grip, and Midnighter looked back into his husband's gold-specked eyes.
"I think you could use a little holiday spirit," he stated, and Midnighter let him twist his arm around, and close the distance between their lips.
If this was holiday spirit, yeah, sure, he could always use more of that.
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Date: 2010-12-14 06:00 pm (UTC)Apparently, Geoff had decided to turn him around completely on the issue, and he was doing a bloody good job of it so far.
For starters, it was 11:30 and he still had not wished Wat a happy birthday.
It had all started that morning, when Wat had woken up to his favourite breakfast, brought to him in bed. Sausages, baked beans, scrambled eggs, buttered toast... Geoff hadn't forgotten a thing, and had acted as if it were perfectly natural.
They'd gone about their respective days as if nothing were the matter, and Geoff had even helped Wat escape when Alice had stopped by the café.
After closing, Geoff had taken him out to his favourite pub, and to the cinema, and now they were back home, thirty minutes from the end of his birthday, and it only suddenly struck Wat how difficult it must've been for Geoff, all day, to hold back his words.
He pulled him closer to him, arms around the taller man's waist. "Thank you."
"I have no idea what you're talking about, I'm sure," Geoff answered with a smile, playing with Wat's hair. Wat still had no idea what Geoff found so fascinating about his hair, but he let him play with it most of the time. It was a small thing to do.
"You do," he answered, stubbornly. "And I do," he added, and he meant much more than that. He knew that Geoff could tell, because Geoff had learned to tell, with him and his lack of skill with words.
"You do," Geoff confirmed warmly (even when he repeated Wat's words, it seemed to mean more, it seemed that everything Wat wanted to say resonated in his voice now), and stopped playing with his hair to cup his cheek instead, "and I do," and it seemed only logical, apparently to both of them, to punctuate that statement with a kiss.
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Date: 2010-12-14 06:09 pm (UTC)...OH BOYS. :3 And Alice. Of course, Alice. And the CAFE oh my GOD. I just reread the whole modernverse a few weeks ago, so this is all tingly and fresh and ugh, ugh, ugh I miss them so much it's like a phantom limb. Thank you. *twirls!*
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Date: 2010-12-14 08:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-13 07:29 pm (UTC)Sons of Anarchy, Tig and/or Half-Sack (but not Tig/Half-Sack, because I just cannot go there), good-bye
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Date: 2010-12-14 03:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-14 08:12 pm (UTC)But that was the thing, really. He was a prospect. You weren't supposed to be too nice to a prospect, especially when you were the MC's sergent at arms. There was a certain attitude you had to maintain. (A pass could be given in case of Indian fucking drugs; that shit was way out there.)
Thing was, sure, he only had one ball, and he was a prospect, but Half-Sack really had been a decent prospect, and damn close to making it to full club memberhood. So when Tig learned how Cameron gutted him, after they'd failed to catch him taking off with Abel, well, he had to wonder if he'd even said goodbye.
Prospect or not, Half-Sack or not, he deserved a decent goodbye, and the last Tig could remember was punching him in the arm (probably harder than was entirely necessary) and heading off after Zobelle. It was an alright sort of goodbye, as far as bikers went, but it could have been better.
That was the explanation he gave Clay when he was arrested for drunk and disorderly conduct, one morning, at the cemetary. Honestly, he'd meant to empty the bottle of JD on Half-Sack's grave. And then he'd thought it'd be a more fitting goodbye to drink it in his honor.
And if the officer caught him pissing on the side of a tombstone that morning, well, at least it wasn't Half-Sack's.
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Date: 2010-12-14 08:20 pm (UTC)Thanks, sweetie.
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Date: 2010-12-14 03:39 pm (UTC)Although now, predictably, I want to write Sam. This might or might not be linked to my undying love for Sasha.
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