Drabble Roundup :: Meme, Comics
Title: Communication
Author: attilatehbun
Fandom: Young Avengers
Pairing/Characters: Billy Kaplan/Teddy Altman
Rating: R
Word Count: 300+
Prompt: Meme!fic ala There’s a price, for sex. by vpshinra
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"There’s a price, for sex." Teddy's voice breaks in the middle of this, his teasing smile cracking around a gasp as Billy twists his fingers just so.
Billy's mouth is a little occupied, a little messy and rushed, so he doesn't (can't) say much of anything, not in words, but the high, defiant, climb of his eyebrow gets the message of oh there is, is there across just as well as Billy's normal brand of sarcasm, so impossibly deadpan.
Teddy runs a thumb along the curve of Billy's mouth. "Get with the- nng - get with the program, B," he says, laughing and shuddering both as Billy makes a scoffing noise, deep in his throat - Teddy has to curl into it.
Billy pinches lightly along the jut of Teddy's hipbone, the code in his fingers clearly you were saying?. They stutter and skip and slide, like a live wire or skittish bird, as Teddy struggles to find his breath again. Billy's impatience is always trembling beneath his skin and now Teddy can feel it sinking into his own, all sparks and power and drive, and Teddy wants that, he wants it so much, but first--
"Don't think you can distract me, Kaplan," Teddy tries again, fighting against the shifting of Billy's weight and the smooth lunge that is all skin and heat, the lunge that all but screams I beg to differ.
Teddy arches, muttering, "Hnn, bastard, no fair," tangling his fingers in Billy's hair and pulling him back enough to find some air. Billy's mouth is free now, and his lips quirk in a smirk that is all question. Because for all his rush, for all his nervous tremors and impatience and his messy beautiful mouth, Billy knows what it is to want, and that more than anything else makes Teddy press his face into the side of Billy's neck and whisper.
And because it's Teddy's mouth that's occupied now, it is Billy's turn to say - without any of the edge of his body language - to say, "Anything."
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Title: Light
Author: attilatehbun
Fandom: Runaways
Pairing/Characters: Old Lace, Gert Yorkes
Rating: PG
Word Count: <500
Prompt: Meme!fic ala this sketch ( here) by ormery
Contains: Implied character death, spoilers of most recent Runaways arc
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Old Lace blinks her eyes, trying to shake the harsh stabs of light trying to bore their way into her skull. She shakes her head a few times, for good measure, and raises one stunted forearm to her head, rubbing at it, as if the light was a creature she could pull off and bite until it stopped hurting her.
She likes to bite, biting makes sense, and this doesn't, all this blinding white light when the last thing she remembers is dusky shadows and screeching noise and the small warm weight of another beneath her. The necessity of protectprotectprotect. She doesn't feel that here, the little one is gone and the noise is gone and the pain is gone, save for the pain in her eyes, but even that's fading now, and when she opens her eyes, there's nothing but nothing and light, and Lace wants to bite.
Rrrr? The noise slips out of her, head cocked, eyes wary, and it dies way too fast with no one there to hear it. Lace wants to be angry about that, and so she is, simple. This time it's grrrrrrrr that comes out, head lowered, teeth bared.
But even that dies away, and Lace doesn't know what noise to make that won't.
So she walks, for what should be forever but somehow isn't, and she doesn't understand. With every step that seems to get her nowhere, she hunches in more on herself, more on guard, teeth more and more prominent until every step is a snarl in the shape of her body.
And then. And then. After too long (or no time at all), there is another noise through the light. Lace turns, Sssssssss between her teeth, legs taut and claws ready. But she pauses before she can pounce, before she can bite and rend and tear to find an answer. Because. Because what she's seeing couldn't be and yet somehow is.
Gert is standing there. And Lace knows it's her because she can feel her, feel the bond that vanished so long ago. Feels the Gertness of her, feels her own startling happiness reflected back towards her mixed with something else even more confusing than the vast emptiness.
Gert has water in her eyes and this gives Lace pause; she wants to duck her head down and forward, push her nose against Gert's neck, lick her because she missed her, but Gert seems almost sad, and Lace doesn't know what to do.
Gert says something, and Lace can feel I'm sorry, girl, and she doesn't really know what that means, but Gert is smiling again, and then throwing her arms around Lace's neck in that way that humans do, and Lace figures it must be mostly okay. She nudges at Gert with her nose and gives her a happy rrrrr, the one that's almost a purr, and when she feels Gert's laugh, inside and out, the need to bite fades away entirely.
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Author: attilatehbun
Fandom: Young Avengers
Pairing/Characters: Billy Kaplan/Teddy Altman
Rating: R
Word Count: 300+
Prompt: Meme!fic ala There’s a price, for sex. by vpshinra
::
"There’s a price, for sex." Teddy's voice breaks in the middle of this, his teasing smile cracking around a gasp as Billy twists his fingers just so.
Billy's mouth is a little occupied, a little messy and rushed, so he doesn't (can't) say much of anything, not in words, but the high, defiant, climb of his eyebrow gets the message of oh there is, is there across just as well as Billy's normal brand of sarcasm, so impossibly deadpan.
Teddy runs a thumb along the curve of Billy's mouth. "Get with the- nng - get with the program, B," he says, laughing and shuddering both as Billy makes a scoffing noise, deep in his throat - Teddy has to curl into it.
Billy pinches lightly along the jut of Teddy's hipbone, the code in his fingers clearly you were saying?. They stutter and skip and slide, like a live wire or skittish bird, as Teddy struggles to find his breath again. Billy's impatience is always trembling beneath his skin and now Teddy can feel it sinking into his own, all sparks and power and drive, and Teddy wants that, he wants it so much, but first--
"Don't think you can distract me, Kaplan," Teddy tries again, fighting against the shifting of Billy's weight and the smooth lunge that is all skin and heat, the lunge that all but screams I beg to differ.
Teddy arches, muttering, "Hnn, bastard, no fair," tangling his fingers in Billy's hair and pulling him back enough to find some air. Billy's mouth is free now, and his lips quirk in a smirk that is all question. Because for all his rush, for all his nervous tremors and impatience and his messy beautiful mouth, Billy knows what it is to want, and that more than anything else makes Teddy press his face into the side of Billy's neck and whisper.
And because it's Teddy's mouth that's occupied now, it is Billy's turn to say - without any of the edge of his body language - to say, "Anything."
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Title: Light
Author: attilatehbun
Fandom: Runaways
Pairing/Characters: Old Lace, Gert Yorkes
Rating: PG
Word Count: <500
Prompt: Meme!fic ala this sketch ( here) by ormery
Contains: Implied character death, spoilers of most recent Runaways arc
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Old Lace blinks her eyes, trying to shake the harsh stabs of light trying to bore their way into her skull. She shakes her head a few times, for good measure, and raises one stunted forearm to her head, rubbing at it, as if the light was a creature she could pull off and bite until it stopped hurting her.
She likes to bite, biting makes sense, and this doesn't, all this blinding white light when the last thing she remembers is dusky shadows and screeching noise and the small warm weight of another beneath her. The necessity of protectprotectprotect. She doesn't feel that here, the little one is gone and the noise is gone and the pain is gone, save for the pain in her eyes, but even that's fading now, and when she opens her eyes, there's nothing but nothing and light, and Lace wants to bite.
Rrrr? The noise slips out of her, head cocked, eyes wary, and it dies way too fast with no one there to hear it. Lace wants to be angry about that, and so she is, simple. This time it's grrrrrrrr that comes out, head lowered, teeth bared.
But even that dies away, and Lace doesn't know what noise to make that won't.
So she walks, for what should be forever but somehow isn't, and she doesn't understand. With every step that seems to get her nowhere, she hunches in more on herself, more on guard, teeth more and more prominent until every step is a snarl in the shape of her body.
And then. And then. After too long (or no time at all), there is another noise through the light. Lace turns, Sssssssss between her teeth, legs taut and claws ready. But she pauses before she can pounce, before she can bite and rend and tear to find an answer. Because. Because what she's seeing couldn't be and yet somehow is.
Gert is standing there. And Lace knows it's her because she can feel her, feel the bond that vanished so long ago. Feels the Gertness of her, feels her own startling happiness reflected back towards her mixed with something else even more confusing than the vast emptiness.
Gert has water in her eyes and this gives Lace pause; she wants to duck her head down and forward, push her nose against Gert's neck, lick her because she missed her, but Gert seems almost sad, and Lace doesn't know what to do.
Gert says something, and Lace can feel I'm sorry, girl, and she doesn't really know what that means, but Gert is smiling again, and then throwing her arms around Lace's neck in that way that humans do, and Lace figures it must be mostly okay. She nudges at Gert with her nose and gives her a happy rrrrr, the one that's almost a purr, and when she feels Gert's laugh, inside and out, the need to bite fades away entirely.
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