Short Fiction Fest
Mar. 31st, 2008 02:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tanarillDammit I can't write. I want to, and not being able to is pissing me off.
This means a short fiction fest, which is like a drabblefest only, of course, without the 100 word long limit of a drabble. Give me pairings or characters and prompts. Please. If you don't know that I write for that fandom, go ahead and ask. Otherwise, have at ye.
EDIT: Okay, so, clarification for next time. Please only make one prompt each until I run out and invite further promptage. I will do them this time because I failed to make this clear. My bad XD
This means a short fiction fest, which is like a drabblefest only, of course, without the 100 word long limit of a drabble. Give me pairings or characters and prompts. Please. If you don't know that I write for that fandom, go ahead and ask. Otherwise, have at ye.
EDIT: Okay, so, clarification for next time. Please only make one prompt each until I run out and invite further promptage. I will do them this time because I failed to make this clear. My bad XD
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Date: 2008-03-31 07:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-31 07:41 pm (UTC)He didn't balk at destroying the world-twice-in flame. He didn't run from danger, he ran toward it, grinning maniacally. This had him in a cold sweat from the get go, and it didn't get any better.
Pas was holding him, steady like a rock, and Sweeper was doing his job holding back the nightmares. Eventually, though, he screamed.
And Freakshow was there, holding him, kissing him, untying him, and saying soft careful words, like "wonderful" and "shh" and "love." Especially love.
When he'd calmed down enough that he could talk again, he asked, "How long?"
"Four minutes and seventeen seconds," said Freakshow. "You're getting better."
Dan snorted. "By four seconds."
"Better is still better," Freakshow kissed him, softly. "I promise we'll get you through this."
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Because in my head the only way Dan's going to get over his issues with ice is to get over his issues with cold and dark and silence and other forms of lack-of-energy. Writing this was like pulling teeth.
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Date: 2008-03-31 08:01 pm (UTC)If that proves too brainhurting, I'd settle for a Fox/David/Puck! And a theme of... future sight?
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Date: 2008-03-31 09:04 pm (UTC)*Ahem*
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Vlad felt the individual feathers on the back of his neck rise. Two wolves had just run by, completely ignoring the fact that he as a predator could take them out and not even blink. It was quiet, the sounds of the night insects too loud and the sounds of everything else too quiet.
Greebo pounced.
Or, rather, Greebo dropped on him, and it was only the fact that in addition to having a sense for this kind of thing, Vlad could also drop tangibility at will, that saved him from a painful few moments. Greebo hit the ground quite surprised; he hadn't realized the thing was a ghost. He was even more surprised when it stopped being a ghost again.
"Hello, cat," said a very sharp-fanged face, with a grin that matched his own.
Greebo had made a friend.
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That is how. Nanny Ogg would be completely fine with Vlad, being that he's not of the de Magpyr school. Her family would tread carefully anyway.
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Date: 2008-04-01 01:09 am (UTC)Wow, that totally would be them. I'd have thought Nanny would get upset if she saw Vlad bullying her poor little Greebo-kitten, though. :0
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Date: 2008-04-01 01:49 am (UTC)Nanny isn't there. And by the time they do get to Nanny, Vlad will totally be petting him and Greebo will be purring like a Harley. You know it to be true!
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Date: 2008-04-01 02:42 am (UTC)ಈ_ಈ ಠ_ಠ
It is true! Just as much as Vlad being fascinated by Greebo's ability to switch morphic fields. After much wtf-ing of course.
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Date: 2008-03-31 10:47 pm (UTC)>.> What?
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Date: 2008-03-31 11:44 pm (UTC)"That's why you knock before entering," said Glitch brightly, from behind Cain. He was more disheveled than usual, and also less clothed.
"Thank you for that observation," said Jeb, rolling his eyes. "Dad-I-"
It was at this point that Glitch got impatient and groped Cain, who very carefully made no noise at all.
"-you know what? I'm going to pretend this never happened. Have fun." He left, carefully shutting the door behind him.
There was silence for a moment, and then Glitch groped Cain again. This time, Cain made a noise halfway between a whimper and a moan deep in this throat. In retaliation, Cain turned, once again pinning the shorter man between himself and the wall, and went back to kissing him senseless.
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Nothing.
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Date: 2008-03-31 11:49 pm (UTC)Absolutely adorable. ♥
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Date: 2008-04-02 12:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-01 06:20 pm (UTC)And if that's just too weird... I suppose, a cute fluff-filled thing from Good Omens. Aziraphale and Crowley interaction (or interaction leading into sexing, if you like). In a bar. In Sidney, Australia. (It doesn't have to be but I thought it'd be amusing)
Please and thank you! <3
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Date: 2008-04-01 08:11 pm (UTC)***
Crowley liked Australia. Possibly because it had been settled by criminals, and that kind of thing gave a very peculiar flavor to a nation. There were vast stretches where the nearest human could be dozens of miles away. Also, just about everything could kill.
He was in Sydney for no particular reason. He was in Australia because it was just about the farthest he could get from England without going down below, and at least it was honest about trying to kill him. He'd much rather be in England, of course-there was just something about those Celts-but a certain angel had told him in no uncertain terms to Get Out, so he had.
That had been months ago. How many Crowley wasn't sure. He hadn't been this drunk, for this long, since the Inquisition. Aziraphale had picked him up then. He wouldn't do the same now. Crowley had no reason not to be drunk, either, so he probably wouldn't sober up for a decade at least.
He signaled for another.
A voice behind him said, "Haven't you had enough to drink?"
"Go away, angel." Crowley wasn't in the mood to be teased with someone he could never have right now.
"No," said stubborn, stubborn Aziraphale. "Crowley, you haven't been home in months. I was worried about you."
"Great. You found me. I'm fine. You can stop being worried now."
"I'm more worried than ever, dear. This isn't healthy. The last time you did this was after Toledo."
"It's not like anything can kill me."
There was pause, and then the angel said, "Right," and miracled the alcohol out of Crowley's blood.
Crowley winced. "Did you have to do it all at once?"
"If that's what it takes to make you stop feeling sorry for yourself. What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing."
"Truth, demon."
"You want the truth? Fine. I love you," even if that wasn't entirely true, even if he didn't know for certain. He wanted to hurt the angel right now, and that seemed the surest way to do it.
Only Aziraphale wasn't hurt. Shocked, so palpably shocked that he felt it, but not hurt. And then the angel said, "I know."
Crowley blinked, and turned to look at him. "You know?"
Aziraphale nodded. "I know. I love you too. But you never seemed to want to push it, and goodness knows you can't be made to do anything you don't want to, so . . . "
"You knew?"
"Oh. Dear. You didn't?"
"Angel?"
"Yes?"
"Shut up, get over here, and get drunk. Then we can talk about why you banished me from England."
Aziraphale, timidly, sat down.
(Most of the alcohol in the bar was subsequently surprised to find that it was not, in fact, beer, but a good selection of fine French wines.)
***
Rrrr. That didn't want to be written. Go ahead and request another, I don't quite feel that one's as good as it ought to be.
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Date: 2008-04-02 01:36 am (UTC)Hmm... let's see... Pirates of the Caribbean, silly Pintel and Ragetti? Or, optionally, a Tia Dalma/Davy Jones.
And if you haven't seen any of the PoTCs... um... then do me a Dan/Danny. Fluff. Fluff is randomly good for me right now.
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Date: 2008-04-02 02:53 am (UTC)"Wull, a roc kin carry a h'elephant. It ought be able to carry a coconut."
"But then there'd be the cost of feedin' it-I mean, they eat elephants, right? So that's wot, one elephant day, and imagine the amount of shit."
"Oh, yeah."
"And you would have a 'ard time controlin' it. So prolly not a good inves'mint all 'round. 'Specially if yer eye is eaten."
"Eatin' what?"
"Not eatin, stupid. Et."
"Ooooh . . . 'm 'ungry. Less go find some food."
***
Totally pointless, but fun to write. :)
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Date: 2008-04-02 05:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-01 09:04 pm (UTC)Pairing: Glitch/Cain
Prompt: Not all that glitters is gold.
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Date: 2008-04-02 12:23 am (UTC)"How many of them are there?" he asked.
"Twenty-five," answered Glitch proudly. "In five teams. They found the neatest stuff, come see!"
So Cain found himself dragged along as Glitch took him to the outbuilding he'd claimed as a lab, which was now full of the accumulated junk of fifteen annuals: an old hornet's nest, found in an attic crawlspace; a bird's nest from the gutters, soft downy feathers still in place; a whole rat skeleton, perfectly preserved; and many, many others. Glitch was babbling on about his plans for the house-it was utterly huge and once it was cleaned out there'd be more than enough rooms to convert to anything.
"Uh-huh," said Cain. "How are we gonna pay for this, Sweetheart?"
"With my money," replied Glitch brightly. "Do you know, we could just live off the interest alone and never work another day in our lives? Here, let me show you, they found this glass . . . thing."
Cain was still digesting the fact that they didn't have to be living on the salary of a Tin Man (which was perfectly sufficient for a small family, but nothing like appropriate for the owners of this townhouse) and then he blinked. Glitch had pulled out a small glass window, tinted so that the light coming through would be in jewel-bright geometry.
"You're a deep one, Sweetheart," he said, watching the light in his husband's eyes.
***
How to approach this one caught me off guard for a bit.
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Date: 2008-04-02 12:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-02 12:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-01 09:05 pm (UTC)alternately, if you can't/dont want to write that one.
Aziraphale has to go away somewhere and Crowley mistakenly thinks that Zira is being reassigned back to Heaven. hilarity ensues.
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Date: 2008-04-02 01:28 am (UTC)***
Crowley was a little worried.
No, scratch that. Crowley was a lot worried (for purely selfish reasons, of course). It went like this: he'd been trying for two hours to get into contact with the angel and the angel, who always picked up his phone, was not picking up his phone. Aziraphale had never really gotten the hang of ansaphones, which meant that every time he dialed he heard himself say, "Okay angel, it's recording," followed by Aziraphale telling him to leave a message and he'd get back to him whenever convenient.
He'd never heard it before, and he was getting annoyed.
Two days ago, Aziraphale had told him he was going out, and would he please not try to follow, this wasn't somewhere Crowley could. And then he'd . . . vanished. He wasn't anywhere on earth, unless something really powerful was blocking his signal.
He was worried. If they sent down another angel, said angel would undoubtedly fuck everything u with attempting thwarting, not knowing that Crowley didn't really demon much unless he was bored and had no angel to torment. It was, as he'd said not too long after That Thing Didn't Happen, because he knew that the big one was going to be the first children against the second-and he planned to be on the winning side. Mostly, he just wore sunglasses and spoke with a slight but noticeable lisp when drunk.
He was worried because Aziraphale was just enough of a bastard to be worth liking, while everyone else he knew from Heaven had no redeeming qualities at all. Except maybe Adonakh, because any god which would let Almostageddon happen just to prove a point had to have a killer sense of humor, and that was unfortunately literal. But He didn't seem to have much to do with most of Heaven anymore.
He was worried because, really, he liked going out for sushi in small back-alley sushi bars and watching 'Zira's eyes light up when he produced a old manuscript that he'd stolen and hidden at some point.
"Dammit, angel, where are you?"
Three days later, he was seriously contemplating finding an Adam and having a serious Chat because the kid did, after all, have at least enough power, and Aziraphale called him. Mostly, he called him an idiot.
"Well, how was I supposed to know you were making sure that no one got killed when they found the ark?!"
***
Because Crowley is paranoid, Heaven is run by a bureaucracy, and besides Crowley would have crashed the party and gotten himself vaporized in the process.
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Date: 2008-04-02 02:05 am (UTC)on a happier note, I adore your writing! this story was exactly what i had in mind ♥♥♥♥
my favorite bits are : He was worried because Aziraphale was just enough of a bastard to be worth liking, while everyone else he knew from Heaven had no redeeming qualities at all. Except maybe Adonakh, because any god which would let Almostageddon happen just to prove a point had to have a killer sense of humor, and that was unfortunately literal.
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Because Crowley is paranoid, Heaven is run by a bureaucracy, and besides Crowley would have crashed the party and gotten himself vaporized in the process.
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Date: 2008-04-02 03:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-02 12:31 am (UTC)Pairing: Glitch/Cain
Prompt: Finding my way home
I have another that I'll be posting right after this ^^;
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Date: 2008-04-04 05:41 am (UTC)tan: [writing out prompt]
plotbunnies: [lurk]
tan: [knows exactly how this ends]
plotbunnies: [stalk stalk]
tan: [having a leetle trouble with getting from point A to point B]
plotbunnies: [pounce]
plotbunnies: [gnaw gnaw gnaw]
tan: [realizes that it's hit three pages and gives up on keeping it short]
So I wrote it, but it is too long for a reply comment. Thus, your story is in another post. [points here (http://tanarill.livejournal.com/68373.html)]
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Date: 2008-04-04 12:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-02 12:32 am (UTC)Pairing: Glitch/Cain
Prompt: Let's commit the perfect crime, I'll steal your heart and you steal mine.
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Date: 2008-04-05 07:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-06 12:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-04 01:10 am (UTC)Pairing: Glitch/Cain
Prompt: Three Men and a Baby/Little Lady (or Teenage Daughter XD)
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Date: 2008-04-04 08:26 pm (UTC)He didn't dare argue with Glitch when he used that tone, but in retaliation he did make Glitch fill out the adoption papers.
They named her Adora. Cain didn't want to and Jeb didn't care either way, but Glitch insisted so Adora it was. Having dealt with a baby before, Cain was the most experienced but it was Glitch or Jeb who wore the baby-sling and carried her around with them.
Adora immediately charmed the whole palace, because she was the only baby. Cain had to work hard not to let her be spoiled with dresses and toys and doting princesses, but she was a remarkably easygoing baby and completely ignored anyone who wasn't Jeb or Glitch or Cain. Which didn't mean she didn't make their schedules match hers; it was just that her schedule was so well-timed that they could set the clock by her. So, with only a little adjustment, they added Adora to their tiny family.
Then Glitch got this idea to open an orphanage.
***
Because Glitch would be awesome with kids, and Jed would be pretty good with them, what with having led the resistance and all, and just about everyone would agree that an orphanage is a good idea except Cain, who would bitch unmercifully. And secretly love every second of it. It's all Adora's fault anyway, though.
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Date: 2008-04-05 05:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-05 05:52 am (UTC)You're welcome. This one really wanted to be written, and was gloriously easy to write.
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Date: 2008-04-05 07:20 am (UTC)Really? I'm glad of it. ^^