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roadrunnermuses2013-08-02 05:25 pm
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requests } { because these actually do help me sometimes
The rules are simple. I have a calendar of sorts. Each day has a word. A 100-200 word drabble will be written for that word on that day. If you would like to claim a specific pairing or combo for that particular word, feel free to comment below and tell me, and I will add it to my list.
Given how little I've actually written this year, I'm hoping to actually get this done. We'll see what happens, but these are set for September 2013.
They don't have to be characters I actively write for, they can just be for anything in fandoms you know I know. I will note all claimed prompts in this general area, I'm just too lazy to make a set up right now. GO! Prompt! Win!
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Given how little I've actually written this year, I'm hoping to actually get this done. We'll see what happens, but these are set for September 2013.
They don't have to be characters I actively write for, they can just be for anything in fandoms you know I know. I will note all claimed prompts in this general area, I'm just too lazy to make a set up right now. GO! Prompt! Win!
01. Stefan/Bo ~ for
02. Dean & Diana ~ for
03. Bela/Lana ~ for
04. Stiles/Cora ~ for
05. Steve/Peggy ~ for
06. Neal & Anna ~ for
07. Stefan/Rebekah ~ for
08. Flack/Angell ~ for
09. Tess & Elektra ~ for
10. Alek & Ava ~ for
11. Max/Dean ~ for
12. Don Flack ~ for
13. Kol/Bonnie ~ for
14. Bo/Tyler ~ for
15. Tyler/Caroline ~ for
16. Piper & Christopher ~ for
17. Cassie & Cas ~ for
18. Sam/Allison ~ for
19. Alec McDowell ~ for
20. Charlie & Dylan ~ for
21. Maxwell & Lois ~ for
22. Dean/Christine ~ for
23. Cora Hale ~ for
24. Melinda & Penny ~ for
25. Isaac/Caroline ~ for
26. Dean & Tony ~ for
27. Anna/Neal ~ for
28. Cordelia & Elena ~ for
29. Kara/Lana ~ for
30. Stefan/Cordelia ~ for
no subject
15 - Susurrus for Tyler & Caroline
strumfrei ~ riftverse ~ 703 words
For example, once her grandmother announces that she’s going away for the weekend of her birthday at the beginning of the month, Ava nods very patiently through the speech about how she expects her seventeen year-old granddaughter to behave and not trash the house and not get herself arrested. Knowing Ava, these are very real concerns and she intends to do as instructed.
Or at least not get caught.
Still, patience to get to the weekend in question, survive the last hour before her grandmother finally walks out the door, and the immense patience that it takes to wait a full twenty minutes (just to make sure she hasn’t forgotten something and is coming back) before texting Alek with the battle cry of “Let’s be stupid teenagers” is commendable. She should be given a medal.
By the time Alek actually arrives at the apartment, she has several choices (some of which could possibly get them arrested) of entertainment for the evening, a game plan (so that they could … not get arrested), and a pizza (fuel for the night ahead).
“So?” she says with a grin, rocking back and forth on her heels as she grins at him. “What do you think?”
“I think if your grandmother finds out about any of this she is going to kill you.”
“Good. Are you in?”
Alek sighs heavily, giving her a look that says she should really appreciate him more for being her long-suffering best friend, and she truly does. After all, she keeps calling him to be the one to get into trouble with her.
(Eventually, there will come a day when she will realize that that’s not the kind of appreciation Alek is looking for, but today is not that day.)
“Alright, alright. I’m in. Let’s do this.”
She grins even wider, before launching towards him in a firm hug. “You won’t regret it.”
“Yeah,” he replies quickly before she turns and starts to drag him out the door. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
***
By the time Elizabeth Spencer returns from her trip, the house is clean, everything is in order, and no one has gotten arrested. (Ava can’t really say the same for the state of the house two hours earlier, but as of right now? Totally clean.) Her granddaughter and her werewolf friend and plopped on the couch, watching some kind of mindless television.
She pulls her carry-on case to a stop before raising her eyebrows at both of them. “Well. You two seem to be in one piece.”
Ava raises her eyebrows back at her. “Were you thinking we wouldn’t be? I promised.”
“Uh-huh.” Elizabeth does not seem convinced, but she’s too tired to argue about it now. “I remember when your mother was seventeen, Ava Lee. I am not so easily fooled.”
Ava playfully sticks her tongue out at her back before muttering, “Prove it.”
“Please don’t ask her to do that,” Alek whispers and she gives him a bit of a smirk.
“Oh, c’mon. We had fun.”
“Right. Next time we have fun, can it not involve impromptu karaoke for vampires and giant talking pinecones?”
“You got it,” Ava nods, before tipping her head to the side. “What did we do with that thing anyway?”
There’s a crash! from somewhere in her grandmother’s side of the apartment, followed what sounds like a small explosion. “Ava Lee Connor!”
“ … Oh that’s right.”
Alek just gets up, before shaking his head. “And that would be my cue.”
“No, don’t leave me here,” she pleads as Elizabeth rounds the corner, the look of soot on her face, along with a pretty serious glower.
“Nope. You’re on your own,” Alek replies, bouncing to his feet and heading out the door. “You’re the one who wanted to bring it home.” He pauses before turning to Elizabeth with a nod. “It was nice seeing you again, Mrs. Spencer.”
“You, too, Alek.”
“Traitor.”
He gives her a look right back before turning and heading out the door. Ava sits innocently on the edge of the couch for a moment, letting the silence develop between them, before starting again.
“So. About the Pineco … ”
susurrus ~ the vampire diaries ~ 1080 words
She usually picks the place. They can go anywhere in the world, and sometimes Tyler just … lacks that sense of adventure. He tells her he doesn’t need to go anywhere or see anything, he just wants to be with her, but at the same time, Caroline does want to go, to see, and she wants to see it with him because it’s what they were supposed to do, back before Klaus ruined everything. They were going to see the world together because they had all the time in the world.
This isn’t to say that she’s always dragging him away from whatever pack he’s with at the time. She is capable of coming to him. There were more than a few trysts in a small, private cabin in the woods where she could almost believe they were a normal couple, doing normal things. Aside from the blood bags in the fridge and the fact that they both looked a lot younger than they actually were, they did all the things a normal couple would do. They cooked dinner and sat on the couch watching TV and for a moment, it managed to feel real.
All the same, the wheres and whens and hows didn’t matter. What mattered was that they were together for a week or a month or however long they could manage. For this brief bubble of time, they were all there was in the world.
Until the time when there isn’t.
He runs late sometimes, that’s the nature of the world, but it’s never this late. She waits for days, calls his phone, hoping to feel that small, soft brush of air at the back of her neck that signals he’s standing behind her, but it never comes. So she does what any
insecure, neurotic control freak on crackconcerned vampire girlfriend would do.First, she calls his pack.
Then, she tracks the GPS on his phone.
The phone leads her to an abandoned warehouse off I-195, and there is a small pause inside the door, taking a deep breath to brace herself for the worst. “I swear to God, Tyler, if you ruin this vacation by being dead, I’m going to have Bonnie’s great-great-granddaughter resurrect you just so I can kill you myself.”
And she would do it. He knows how highly she values her vacations.
There’s a few quiet steps as she makes her way inside, before pausing and listening for the sound of voices.
“ … For this unbreakable bond you two seem to have, you’d think your bloodsucking whore would have shown up by now.”
“You know, you really need to stop calling her that.”
There’s a small breath of relief at the sound of his voice, and it’s another few quiet steps closer, until she’s standing just outside the room where Tyler’s being held. There’s an old, crotchety hunter sitting on a stool in front of a fire, while Tyler is strung up on some kind of apparatus across the room. She can smell the wolfsbane on the ropes from here, but she doesn’t smell vervain.
Probably because the hunter is an idiot and thought he could kill her before she got to him.
“I think I’ll call your bloodsucking whore whatever I goddamn well please. Not like I can hurt it’s feelings.” He pauses, spitting something disgusting out of the corner of his mouth before smirking. “In fact, I think I’ll do it again. Blood. Sucking. Wh – ”
There’s a wisp of wind through the room and suddenly Tyler isn’t attached to the rigging the man had tied him to anymore. Also, the man isn’t really speaking, mostly because Tyler has already ripped his throat out.
(There was a time when Caroline might have felt bad about the people they had to kill to protect themselves. Now, she barely even bats an eyelash. She wonders what that says about her, but she can’t really bring herself to feel enough about it to care.)
He straightens after the body drops, one thumb coming up to brush a bit of blood out of the corner of his mouth, before looking over at her with a smirk. She’s standing in the doorway, arms crossed in front of her chest. “Took you long enough,” he teases, and she rolls her eyes in response.
“You stood me up. In Rome. I felt it was my duty to make you suffer.” She’s only half-kidding about that. She makes her way closer, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and letting her forehead rest against his. “You okay?”
“Nothing that won’t heal,” he replies, arms sliding around her waist. “Sorry I stood you up.”
She shakes her head. “It’s not like we haven’t done Rome before.” There are always new things to see, but some things will always stay the same. “I’ve still got the villa for another week, though. We could catch a plane and be out of here before you know it.”
“We could.” He says the words, but she can tell his heart just isn’t in them.
“Or,” she draws out the word slowly, “we could see if Elena is using the Gilbert cabin right now and just hide out there instead?” To say they were on the outs with their respective families is an understatement, but Elena got left the Gilbert cabin by Jeremy, and she wasn’t always there. It was quiet, it was private, and they could just be alone for a little while, which is all Caroline really wanted anyway.
The two of them. Together. Just as it should be.
(Because some day they won’t be.)
The corner of his mouth draws up in a smile and he nods, leaning in to kiss her. “I think that sounds perfect.”
“Good,” she leans into the kiss, before turning and taking his hand to lead him out to the car. “I’ll call Elena. There’s blood in the cooler, and we can stop by your place and grab your stuff, and we’ll be good to go.”
He laughs a bit as he follows her lead, arm around her waist to keep her close. “You still have to plan for everything, don’t you?”
“It’s one of the things you love about me,” she smirks as she puts her phone to her ear, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before the line clicks open on the other end. “Elena! I need a favor … ”