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roadrunnermuses2013-08-02 05:25 pm
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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
Medium mode: 3 - Bela/Lana
Hard mode: 13 - Kol/Bonnie
Bonus round: 29 - any f/f ship you know I like
lapidary ~ the vampire diaries/lost girl ~ 411 words
He’s also an excellent dancer.
“You seem distracted,” he whispers in her ear as they dance, his hand straying down to the small of her back. “Is there a problem?”
“No,” she says, trying to turn her eyes back to the room again. “I didn’t realize you would be so good at this.”
“At what? At being social?”
“At … handling the stuffy Fae aristocrats.”
He laughs, continuing to move them in time to the music. “I was turned in 1864. And raised by a Southern aristocrat family.”
“So basically you speak jackass-ese?”
He laughs again before nodding. “Something like that, yeah.”
“Good to know. I might have to use you more often.” She leans into his hold a bit, and his thumb brushes against the bit of skin showing on the back of her dress. Her eyes close, and she can hear the smirk in his voice as he speaks.
“Are you sure I’m not distracting you?” His hand raises a little higher against her back, and she groans.
“Oh, I was wrong. You don’t just speak jackass-ese, you are fluent.” She sighs a bit before pulling away to face him some more. “Think you can focus on the mission, big guy? We still have a Fae family heirloom to steal.”
“I am completely focused.”
“Uh-huh.”
“I keep thinking that just because we’re on a crazy Fae mission doesn’t mean—” He pauses, giving her a bit of a spin again. “—we can’t have a bit of fun while we do it.”
She sighs a bit as she leans back into him, before pulling back to look at him. “Fun. That sounds like a dangerous proposition.”
“Why? Afraid you might like it?”
“You don’t know what you’re getting into. I may be more fun than you can handle.”
“Is that a challenge, succubus?”
“Think you can keep up, vampire?”
He smirks a bit at that, before spinning her again and pulling her in closer. “Game on.”
ustulation ~ supernatural/smallville ~ 320 words
No, there are very few reasons for which Bela would actually return to Smallville, and one of those things is the violent and sudden death of her former buyer, Lex Luthor. She’s not coming back for Lex, of course. To rob him, maybe, as what use are the items in that vault of his if they aren’t making her more money.
(She stole them. It’s only fair she gets them after one of them most assuredly killed him. Lex’s taste for extremely dangerous items was unparalleled and Bela has no reason to believe that anything else was behind it.)
Still, all the same, Bela arrives back in Smallville for one very specific reason, one that is worth the detour and the time it may cost her because if she’s going to be dying just after her twenty-fourth birthday, she is at least going to make sure that she did everything she intended to do. That she didn’t miss out on certain opportunities because even if she is damned, there should be some things she’s still allowed to have.
She stands in front of the door to the Luthor mansion and rings the bell, and waits. When the door finally opens, revealing the brunette former Mrs. Luthor behind it, she doesn’t have to say anything before Lana is reaching for her wrist and pulling her closer into a deep kiss.
“About time.”
mooreeffoc ~ faenanigans ~ 590 words
It’s nothing personal against them. Kol is sure that for some people who haven’t done certain rituals a thousand times over, they could still be quite enjoyable. Unfortunately for Kol, he has, and his small but thriving practice of getting the Fae exactly what they need to either get themselves into trouble or keep things interesting was starting to get dull. And when things start to get dull, that’s when Kol gets himself into trouble.
It takes a visit from Elena (it was easier to simply consider her his niece and leave it at that – counting the greats attached could get complicated) and her partner, Damon (that annoying little git who seems to have worked his siren song on his sister) to keep him from selling another potion that mostly does what the user wants but may also have the added side effect of spontaneous combustion. After a important Dark Fae elder happened to land on the wrong side of one of his little concoctions, he decides it’s probably best that he doesn’t wind up in one of the more … intriguing Fae prisons. Especially not as the son of the Morrigan.
Fine.
It doesn’t mean he’ll enjoy it.
All the same, when you’re a thousand year-old druid, finding yourself bored of your existence, it can take something very special to knock you out of your stupor. As far as Kol is concerned, his something special is five-two with black hair, gorgeous chocolate skin and an interesting kind of power that he can tell from the moment she walks in the door.
Hello, succubus.
“Hi,” she says with a small smile. “I was looking for Damon Salvatore?”
Damon and Elena had dragged him down to the police station where they were working for this little chat, an honor he could have surely passed on, considering Elena is family and he sees her on a fairly regular basis. But what this lovely creature was doing looking for Damon of all people, he couldn’t even fathom. He takes his feet down off of where they were resting on Elena’s desk, before turning to her with a smile.
“Can’t say I’ve seen him,” he smiles. “Perhaps there’s something I can help you with?”
“What I need is pretty Damon-specific, but thanks.” She starts to turn and walk away before glancing back to him again. “I know you, don’t I?”
“Definitely not,” he replies assuredly. “I would have remembered you.”
“No, it’s just … you look really familiar.”
“Perhaps introducing myself would help.” He pushes up onto his feet and extends his hand to her with a slow smile. “Kol Mikaelson.”
“Mikaelson? As in the Morrigan?”
“One in the same,” he says with a smile. “And by the look on your face, I’m guessing you’re Dark as well.”
“I am,” she nods, before reaching forward to shake his hand. “Bonnie Bennett.”
“Bennett. Like the Ash?”
“One in the same,” she repeats with a bit of a smirk. “You’re not going to accuse me of being a petty rebellious teenager too, are you?”
“Oh, of course not. I’m sure it’s much more interesting than that. I’m sure it’s a story I would love to hear.”
She smirks a bit, before shrugging and walking away. “Guess you’ll have to see me again to find out.”
Kol watches her go with an almost predatory gaze, before smirking himself and settling back into the desk chair. “I most certainly will.”
fuubutsushi ~ smallville ~ 307 words
Not about a woman. Not about a mermaid. She shouldn’t be riding waves of anticipation for her family’s trip back to the sea. It’s a secret she’s forced to keep, locked away with the promise of the fact that if anyone knew she would never see her mermaid again. Of all the possible punishments, of all the ways this scenario could go, that’s the one that she’d never be able to live with.
Kara also takes risks with the kinds of clothes she brings with her, hiding the bikini in the bottom of her suitcase where her mother can’t see it. She dresses in layers throughout the entire trip, waiting for the moment where she can sneak away, to get down to the lake herself without any interference from her parents. The excitement bubbles in her stomach with each step she takes, slowly shedding shoes and shirt and shorts until it’s just her, the skimpy bathing suit and the water. She’s never shown this much skin before and there’s a bit of a chill in the air as she moves closer to the waves, but as soon as she’s under it’s like she’s come home, in an odd sort of way.
She stays under for as long as she can, trying to see if she can catch a glimpse of fins in the darkness before she pushes up to the surface again, breaking only because she needs air. The silence of nightfall settles over her and just as she starts to think that there’s a chance she may have been stood up, there’s a soft splash to her left and she opens her eyes to find a familiar almond shaped pair staring back at her.
“You came,” she whispers, and Lana just smirks, reaching over to tug on her hand.
“You’re late.”