Drabble requests

[winter]

I'm stuck, stuck, stuck on the Van Helsing things.

Time for a kick start.

Give me a fandom and either a character, a pairing, an item, a title, or all of the above. Get a 100-word drabble in return.

No Van Helsing for obvious reasons, and also no CLAMP. Otherwise anything I'm vaguely familiar with is fair go. This includes Coldfire, Underworld, V for Vendetta (comic) and anything up to and including Night Watch (Russian version).

First 10 will get written today.

EDIT: *sweatdrop* 6 requesters so far, 4 of which want pr0n. Um. People?

Comments

[arabwel.livejournal.com]

*is being predicatbe*

OuaTiM, Lorenzo, a stuffed animal :P

[winter]

SHOW DOGS AND CALIFORNIA GIRLS

The little Pekingese was walking aimlessly around a pillar in the hotel lobby. The same pillar Lorenzo had chosen to hide behind as he waited for the latest narco-boss on El’s hit list to make it into the hotel. He squatted down to rub the animal’s forehead, then wrapped his fingers gently around the embroidered collar, trying to steer it away.

The dog made a strange mechanical sound.

Lorenzo’s dark eyes widened as his fingers slipped through the dog’s fur and into a hidden compartment filled with – hand grenades?

He heard the click of a white cane on tile and scowled at the approaching gringo. Sands just smiled and squatted next to him, the two of them nothing but a pair of young men petting a small lapdog.

The American nodded at a slender figure at the reception desk. Blond hair, pink dress, fortyish, attractive.

“I think my mom’s in town.”



AN: Apologies for this, but Genevieve Sands has had that mechanical Pekingese for at least two years now in my head :>

[fyrie.livejournal.com]

Either:
Herbert/Spike and an incident involving ice cream or chocolate sauce.

Gerald/Damien and a discussion of the incident with the sword and the socks.

Dracula/Viktor from Underworld, just for amusements sake :D

[carmentalis.livejournal.com]

Finally! Someone else besides me who picked up on the socks!

[winter]

Draculea/Viktor in Roses verse okay?

[alice_montrose]

THANK YOU! (For the socks idea, I mean.)

[carmentalis.livejournal.com]

I'm going to be predictable.

Coldfire, Gerald/Damien. Bed, couch, chaise longue etc. optional. ;-)

[winter]

(Unfinished Business 'verse, about three weeks after the fic itself.)

WORKAROUNDS

Ever since Mount Shaitan, Gerald had been learning to appreciate the simple pleasures in life. For example, at the moment he was lying sprawled across Damien’s broad chest, idly toying with the ex-priest’s shirt and watching the dazed look in Damien’s eyes. Even the cramped quarters only meant that he had an excuse to climb just that close, and Damien had to put an arm around his waist.

Presently, Damien blinked, his eyes turning clearer. “Are we on a ship-“

Gerald leaned in and kissed Damien again until the other man’s eyes were glazed over once more, the guarded question turning into a drawn-out moan before it could be fully phrased.

If he knew getting Damien to enjoy ship travel would be that easy, he would have tried this method ages ago.

[muzivitch.livejournal.com]

Now see, you're making me THINK.

Sandman, Death & Destruction, sunshine.

[winter]

SUMMER, BLOOMSBURY

She was feeding pigeons on Tavistock Square. It was reflex more than anything else, and a memory of someone she used to know.

There was a man across the street, leaning against a wall and trying to make a cat’s cradle with a piece of red wool between his fingers. He was tall and red-haired, and that was a memory too.

He looked up at her and smiled a smile that was impossible not to answer. Neither of them moved, but they smiled at each other, enjoying the serendipity of chance.

The Number 30 bus rolled between them. On the lower deck, a dark skinned boy looked at him, then at her.

The seventh of July was a festival of wishes, she remembered. She wished that her brothers were happy, all of them.


AN: Crypticness, I know. If you need explanations, ask :)

[alice_montrose]

Sorry, was off having dinner... let's see.

Gerald/Damien, Gerald in a Knight of the Order of the Flame robe. Smutty.

[ariss-tenoh.livejournal.com]

Oooh! I like the way you think! XD

[winter]

*grumbles* I don't DO smut!



SO THE WORLD WILL NEVER FIND YOU

Damien sighed as he pushed through the crowd, taking another drink from a flask of liquor someone had pushed into his hand. At least in the black mask and cloak, even if he did make a fool of himself at the Jaggonath carnival, no-one would be able to tell him apart from every other guy dressed up as a vampire. And a few real vampires, he had no doubt.

He wondered what Gerald would wear. The adept had been reticent about his plans, only setting the meeting place on the outskirts of the city-

Near Karril’s temple, he realised as a woman flung herself into his arms. She was wearing a version of a First Landing uniform, though he was sure the real colonists never had ones that tight.

She kissed him on the mouth. “Praise Karril,” she whispered. “A man is waiting for you, two alleys down. An... urgent matter.”

She laughed shrilly, and as she flung her neck back he saw the imprint of teeth. Not quite Gerald’s type, he thought, too strong, but then he wasn’t Gerald’s usual type either.

He stumbled through the throng of people, found the alley, leaned against a door that opened to rapidly for him to do anything but fall through to the floor.

A chapel of the Church, he realised as he looked around blearily. Closed down temporarily, with a pagan festival roaring through the streets. Yet there were candles burning, and a fresh cloth on the altar.

Something – someone – moving, and he raised his head as he struggled to his feet.

Layers of silk obscuring limbs and body, so that he could no longer remember their past or present look. A broad collar of beaten gold with a pattern of flames. Dark hair instead of light brown, but oh, never mistaken, and now he remembered too clearly.

“I remember you particularly enjoyed that dream.” Even the old mocking cadences were back in Tarrant’s voice. “You will enjoy this better than you would have the masquerade.”

Strong hands pushed Damien against the altar before he could think of fear, revulsion, desire, sacrilege.

“Don’t worry,” the man who had been the Hunter whispered in his ear as clothes were quickly, deftly pushed aside. “I won’t let you think.”

It freed him.

[fuumasfrog.livejournal.com]

Hi Beth!
Since it's all your fault that im totally hooked on the coldfire books now (I ordered them based on YOUR review and thought, hey, that's my cup of tea, too)....

Damien/Gerald, naughty, something to do with Gerald's disdain of having creases in his clothes

[winter]

Look, perfect drabble! 100 words and all :D

PETTY ANNOYANCES

Damien moved his wrists experimentally. The cuffs were far snugger than it should be possible for something lined with fur.

“Gerald, this is vulking ridiculous,” he muttered.

The former Hunter shook his head as he surveyed his handywork. “You have a habit of tearing buttons off my shirts. I’m running out of outfits, and the shops here are not up to my standards. Therefore, you’ll be chained until I undress myself.”

“Only until then?” Damien asked hopefully.

Gerald’s smile was sweetness itself as he ran a hand down Damien’s bare chest. “Perhaps a few minutes longer than that.”

[ciciaye.livejournal.com]

Herbert/Spike. One forgets Valentine's Day, the other isn't best pleased.
CCA

[ciciaye.livejournal.com]

Or their anniversary. Something like that, anyway.
CCA

[fyrie.livejournal.com]

*cackles quietly*

[winter]

Gah. I'm terribly sorry, but fyrie just broke my brain re: Herbert, so this'll have to wait until tomorrow.

Gah. *goes off to wibble peacefully because OMG*

[ariss-tenoh.livejournal.com]

EDIT: *sweatdrop* 6 requesters so far, 4 of which want pr0n. Um. People?

*laughs*
Is this where I make a comment about masochism?^^

[winter]

No, this is where you wait patiently for your VH drabble. I've an outline with wolves in it, but it's refusing to become a fully fledged-out fic...

[fyrie.livejournal.com]

EDIT: *sweatdrop* 6 requesters so far, 4 of which want pr0n. Um. People?

You could always do my non-smutteh ones ;D

[fyrie.livejournal.com]

Oops too late :D

[ciciaye.livejournal.com]

Incidentally...you're going to write ten drabbles *today*?

CCA

[winter]

Three done already, though one's sort of not a drabble by any stretch of imagination :D

[trobadora]

Hi, I was pointed here by alighiera, and if you still need inspiration... how about this:

Coldfire, Gerald/Damien, and artifacts from Earth.

[winter]

Will get written, unless I fall asleep before :) Since fyrie managed to bunny herself with one of her requests for me, with this I have 9 on my to-do list, 5 already done!

a bit OT, but I thought you'd like to know....

[fuumasfrog.livejournal.com]

> Dear Ms Friedman,
>
> I'm sorry to bother you so boldly, but I hope you
> don't mind that much. I'm a huge fan of your Coldfire
> trilogy which I recently discovered. Although I'm no
> native English speaker, I read the first volume in
> only four days; I simply couldn't lay it aside because
> I had to know how the story went on. Your characters a
> so vivid in their feelings, and the story had me chew
> on my fingernails with tension. I've read a lot of
> fantasy and science fantasy novels, but your trilogy
> is one of the best.
> But I stumbled upon a little porblem: you describe
> Gerald's appearance really detailed, but never once I
> could find anything similar about Damien. So, what is
> his eye and hair colour? How does he wear the latter?
> I'd really like to know for a picture I have planned.
> It'd be really happy if you could answer me! Of course
> I will send you the picture when it's finished.
>
> With most heartfelt regards,
>
> Julia Bock from Germany

(That's me, obviously)


I got a reply in less than two hours!!!




Heya Julia! Thanks for all the praise! My next trilogy starting with
Feast
of Souls will actually be released in Germany in German the same time
the
American edition comes out, next spring, so look for it!

Damien is a large guy, in that husky way that guys can be when they are
still in good shape: solid. He is described as having light brown skin,
very
tanned and weathered from a lot of travelling outdoors. Dark brown
hair,
with the first few gray stray hairs showing up at the end of the
series, I
seem to remember. He is 35. I never described and honestly do not care
how
his hair is dressed, save that he does nto seem the kind to put a lot
of
time and attention into it. A little scruffy would be suitable.,
Other
details are left up to the reader's imagination. most readers seem to
transform him into a 19 year old blond blue-eyed teen-type hero in
their
minds, which never ceases to amuse me! His clothing tends towards the
practical side of things. Feel free to pick an eye color, I don't
believe I
specfiied :-)

Celia




Isn't that sweet? *-*

Re: a bit OT, but I thought you'd like to know....

[alice_montrose]

If you don't mind... would you post this at hunters_forest as well?

[azarias.livejournal.com]

Okay, since you say it's still open:

Bruce Wayne, Jedi Knight.

[winter]

Sith, he says, and I don't think I'm up to arguing. Tomorrow :)