Drabble requests
Apr. 1st, 2006 07:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
winterI'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?
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?
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Date: 2006-04-01 11:25 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-04-01 11:27 am (UTC)*laughs*
Is this where I make a comment about masochism?^^
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Date: 2006-04-01 11:27 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-04-01 11:31 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2006-04-01 11:32 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-04-01 11:33 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-04-01 11:34 am (UTC)But it should get featured prominently.
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Date: 2006-04-01 11:35 am (UTC)You could always do my non-smutteh ones ;D
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Date: 2006-04-01 11:36 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-04-01 11:36 am (UTC)CCA
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Date: 2006-04-01 11:36 am (UTC)...oops. Just bunnied myself.
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Date: 2006-04-01 11:37 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-04-01 11:37 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-04-01 11:41 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-04-01 11:43 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-04-01 11:45 am (UTC)Torture scene? Are either Spike or Herbie are involved on the torturing side, by any chance?
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Date: 2006-04-01 11:47 am (UTC)If he knew getting Damien to enjoy ship travel would be that easy, he would have tried this method ages ago.
I wonder how Damien would have reacted to having the Hunter draped across him for a few months. ;-)
Thank you! It's so them.
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Date: 2006-04-01 11:50 am (UTC)Yes and yes :)
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Date: 2006-04-01 11:50 am (UTC)I think the end effect of speechless-and-glazed-over would have been the same, really ;)
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Date: 2006-04-01 11:53 am (UTC)*squee*
Titleless drabble-thing re. Damien and socks.
Date: 2006-04-01 11:54 am (UTC)Yeah. Good idea. Clean clothes and moving without crunching every step was always good but realising a damned big demon was creeping towards you when your clothes were strung out by the fire to dry wasn’t the best feeling in the world.
Going down fighting in the middle of nowhere wouldn’t be entirely unexpected.
Going down fighting in the middle of nowhere wearing nothing more than a pair of white ankle socks with holes in the toes and patches on the heels would just be embarrassing.
Reaching sideways, he wrapped his hand around the pommel of his sword, the blade hissing softly. He shifted his weight onto his feet, leaning forward a little, saw the glitter of bright eyes. If he hadn’t known what it was, he would have sworn it was laughing at him.
“To hell with you,” he growled. “I like these socks.”
And he attacked.
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Date: 2006-04-01 11:58 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-04-01 11:59 am (UTC)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 :)
Re: Titleless drabble-thing re. Damien and socks.
Date: 2006-04-01 11:59 am (UTC)Re: Titleless drabble-thing re. Damien and socks.
Date: 2006-04-01 12:00 pm (UTC)Any chance that you'd post this at