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Meme: 10 Drabbles Up for Grabs
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worlddescending, who will now be writing me Terminator fic:
The first TEN people to comment in this post get to request that I write a drabble of any pairing/character of their choosing (within reason, people. Within reason :P). In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level. (If you absolutely can't write, I don't see why you wouldn't be able to offer drawings or icons or something instead.)
1) worlddescending
2) xenokattz
3) tarma
4) shane_mayham
5) crevanfox
6) ivyadrena
7) rodlox
8) milleniumrex
9) randi2204
10) escritoireazul
10 a) rougecatwoman
I'm about to go shoe shopping and then to Ikea for bookshelves, but I'll be back after that and will work on these tonight. With luck, I'll finish most of them! Don't hold your breath!
worlddescending, who will now be writing me Terminator fic:The first TEN people to comment in this post get to request that I write a drabble of any pairing/character of their choosing (within reason, people. Within reason :P). In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level. (If you absolutely can't write, I don't see why you wouldn't be able to offer drawings or icons or something instead.)
1) worlddescending
2) xenokattz
3) tarma
4) shane_mayham
5) crevanfox
6) ivyadrena
7) rodlox
8) milleniumrex
9) randi2204
10) escritoireazul
10 a) rougecatwoman
I'm about to go shoe shopping and then to Ikea for bookshelves, but I'll be back after that and will work on these tonight. With luck, I'll finish most of them! Don't hold your breath!
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Ummmmm.... hmmm.
Ahah! I want a Dean/Remy drabble :D
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Dean glanced around warily. The bar oozed seedy, but Dean felt comfortable with that. The clank of billiard balls drew his eyes to the back of the room and he relaxed slightly before entering in the room.
"Get me a beer, Dean." Sam's voice cracked with exhaustion and Dean nodded silently, walking to the bar. Settling down, he lifted two fingers to the bartender and waited until two beers slid into place in front of him. Gratefully, he tipped the bottle back and let the amber liquid slide down his throat.
Turning in his seat, he watched the other patrons idly, wondering if there might be a mark out there that he could hustle for some cash. Sam came out of the bathroom and sat down at the bar. He ignored Dean in favor of his own drink and then stared moodily at the bartop. Dean rolled his eyes and stood up to leave Sam to brood on his own.
He made his way to the pool tables and watched until a table opened. The guy playing was short, but he was burly enough that Dean eyed him warily, from his cowboy hat to his worn jeans. He didn't seem very New York, but then neither did Dean. "Interested in a game?"
The guy looked up and eyed Dean just as bluntly as Dean had him before nodding. "Got a friend joining me. He's late."
"No problem," Dean gave his best grin. "We can play a warm up game. It's been a while for me."
One eyebrow went up and the other man's lips curled in a skeptical smile. "Really?"
Dean shrugged disarmingly. "Yep. I'm Dean."
"Logan."
The didn't talk much as they played. Logan broke the balls and Dean whistled. He hadn't picked a good mark, but he'd picked someone that might teach him a trick or two. He made a note not to make random bets. He was bent over the table concentrating on sinking the 6 ball in the corner pocket when Logan's friend arrived.
"Pardonez-moi, mon ami." The voice, so familiar, hit Dean like a wall of water and he scratched, sending the cue ball bouncing off the table. Jerking around, he met the equally surprised eyes of one Remy LeBeau.
Logan looked between them curiously, then snorted. "Looks like I'm the only one going to lose around here tonight."
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Sequel, yes/yes!!!
:D
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COLUMN A = Lois Lane (any verse), Chloe Sullivan (Smallville), Martha Kent, Clark Kent, Roy Harper
COLUMN B = Abigail Brand, Jessica Jones, Gambit, Adam X
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"Be reasonable, Brand." The tall darkhaired good looking man smiled at her charmingly and Brand scowled.
"I don't like charm, Mr. Kent. Your cousin may be Kryptonian and she may have been in a suspension chamber and technically be older than any of us, but she is, for all practical purposes a teenager. And I am NOT giving a teenager SWORD clearance."
"I heard you took a teenage X-men with you to the Breakworld."
"Circumstances beyond my control." Brand shrugged.
"We need her." Clark insisted, abandoning his attempts to appeal to the green-haired woman's nonexistent softer side.
Brand smiled. "No, we don't. Trust us, Mr. Kent. Now, if you still want to be a part of this mission, you'll need to report here tomorrow by 0800 solar time. For most operatives, I would offer to arrange transportation. But in this case, I trust that you can see yourself to The Peak."
"You don't know my cousin, Agent Brand. " Clark stood up and shook his head. "She'll just follow us."
Brand's lips twitched. "That, Mr. Kent, is a circumstance beyond my control. Don't be late."
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Oh...and request? Um....how bout Jack/sexy genderless alien?
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"Hi yourself. You are human, yes?"
"Something like that." Jack agreed. "And yourself?"
"Interested." The purple eyes crinkled and Jack was lost.
In the background, a band wailed out music that was popular in this time and place, and that reminded Jack of Indian music from the late twentieth century. Purple Eyes turned out to be attached to a rather attractive body. "Very nice." Jack said, approvingly.
"Likewise." Purple Eyes smiled. "You're the male of the species, am I right?"
"Very male." Jack looked smug. "And you?"
"My species doesn't have gender designations." Purple Eyes hesitated. "Does that pose a problem?"
"No. An adventure." Jack inched closer.
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Poor
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"Thanks, Henry. It's always nice to have you visit. I tire of monosyllabic conversations with Logan." Ororo teased.
"I rarely lack for words," Hank admitted, following her through the garden. "Besides which, I find horticulture calming after the jungle politics of Washington."
"You know that you're welcome here anytime that you need a break." Ororo pushed open the door and indicated a work bench where Hank set down the tray he was carrying. Glancing at his hands, he saw dirt embedded in his fur and he self-consciously tried to shake it free.
"Here." Ororo caught his arm and tugged him towards a sink. "I'll get it."
"It's all right." Hank's voice dropped to an almost whisper. His hands looked so monstrous next to hers - large and furred and blue, where hers were small and deft and delicate. She ignored him and turned on the water. Scooping it into her hands, she carefully washed his fur clean.
"Thank you." Hank pulled away, embarassed to realize that he'd almost been holding his breath. Taking a towel, he dried his hands and turned away from her.
"Henry." Ororo's called his name softly and he stilled. "You don't have to be self-conscious. We've been friends for a long time."
"But I've only been this way for a short time."
"Blue suits you." Ororo touched his shoulder and he turned. "And the fur is soft and feels nice."
"And smells like wet dog, now that you've washed it." Hank finished bitterly.
"Oh, no. You don't smell bad at all. You smell like the earth after the rain." Her comparison startled him in lieu of his earlier thoughts, which is why he didn't guess her intention until her mouth was pressed to his. When he didn't react, Ororo pulled back slightly. "I'm sorry..."
He caught her by the waist. "Don't be sorry on my account."
"Do you want me to stop?"
"No."
Outside, it began to rain.
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Aw, Henry. I think his lack of ego makes him one of the more likeable characters.
very cute and angsty(on Henrys part at least)
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"Is this worth it?" Cassie whispered.
"What?"
"Falling."
He opened his eyes then and stared at her and she caught her breath. His eyes weren't human - they held too many years and too much pain. "You have no idea."
"Why?"
"Because I disliked being taken for granted. You were given free will and your exercise of it is something that causes tremendous pain. But being chained in expectation and eternity? It's agony more than you can comprehend."
Cassie rolled on top of him, her skin pressed against his. "You chose damnation?"
"I chose freedom."
"Where do I fit in?" Cassie asked with a gasp as he pushed into her.
He smiled at her and his eyes shifted again, showing her the might of the host. "You chose me. And that, my dear, is worth more than you will ever know."
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I've a hankering for Gondorian brothers in fic. So, Boromir and Faramir, at any point in time, with the prompt "reward(s)". Slash is adored, but is not necessary.
And now, off to post this and see if I've any takers...
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Can I get some Tony Stark/Michael Westen, please? =D
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"No. I never joke about sex." Tony replied, the grin in his voice clear even from behind his mask.
Micheal's lips twitched. "So this is what? A booty call?" Micheal's eyes moved over the Iron Man suit in amusement. "You're overdressed."
"In town on business. Staying for pleasure." Tony lifted his finger and opened the mask, revealing his face and eliminating the metallicy sounding voice. "If you're interested, that is."
"I don't have a can opener," Michael pointed out, idly.
"No worries." Tony smirked. "I've upgraded and get out of this now without can openers."
"I bet you say that to all the boys."
"Just the ones I want in my pants." Tony chuckled. "Is that a yes?"
Michael shook his head, but he stood aside to let Tony into his tiny loft apartment. "Iron Man should have a slogan like the Mounties. I always get my man.
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I love it! Thank you so much!