Drabbles for the multi fandom romanticicm/destruction challenge.
I may have went a little crazy with the Destruction prompt. The first three drabbles are for the destruction prompt and the last one is for the Romanticism prompt.
Title: Human behavior
Author: Nimenic
Wordcount: 100
Fandom: ATS
Character(s): Angel (bit of Angelus)
Warnings: Uhm...isn't Angelus warning enough?
Rating: PG-13 or maybe very mild R
Disclaimer: I am not Joss.
Angel looks on as Andrew and his band of slayers transports the now sedated rouge slayer to their head-quarter or what ever Buffy has set up. Same time he hears Fred shout at the paramedics or shamans or what ever they are, to be careful with Spike and his chopped of limbs and he feels Angelus start to stir deep down inside.
She may have been a slayer gone crazy but she was also a perfect destruction of a human being. He feels Angelus purr in delight at the almost utter masterpiece the slayer could have been with their help.
Title: The real beginning of the end
Author: Nimenic
Wordcount: 100
Fandom: Merlin
Character(s): Arthur, Morgana
Pairing (if any): Mentions of Arthur/Morgana
Warnings: It's a mix of the show and the legend.
Rating: PG-13 or R
Disclaimer: Not mine I just play.
When Arthur was 13-14 years old, Morgana left Camelot for about a year. She never said why she had gone away neither did his father. Arthur suspected it had something to do with the fact that he had visit Morgana’s chamber after dark two months earlier, without her maid present and that she had kissed him on the lips, among other things.
When she came back she was paler than ever and he thought heard her crying at night mumbling words into her pillow that sounded like “give him back, he’s mine”.
He never visited her chamber after dark again.
Title: The Human Factor
Author: Nimenic
Wordcount: 214
Fandom: Good Omens/SPN
Character(s): Aziraphale, Crowley (Mentions of Sam and Dean)
Warnings: It's a crossover
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I sometimes wish that I was Neil Gaiman, but I'm not.
“You know that the younger brother will come to our side in the end.” The demon says not so much as a question but as a statement.
“Yes, unfortunately I do. But we will have he older one.” The angel answers and let’s out a small sigh.
“Castiel has been working over time on him I’ve heard.”
Aziraphale just smiles as he throws another piece of bread to the over-feed ducks in the partly icy pond.
“I think he fancies him a bit.” Crowley continues.
“Maybe so. But the boy’s heart will always belong to his brother.”
Crowley just nods as he studies two of the ducks bickering over a dried scone.
“It’s a shame.”
“What is?” Aziraphale asks as he brushes of the last few crumbs of his tweed coat.
“Severing that bond between them. I almost feel guilty about it.”
“My dear boy I do think you’re developing a conscious in your old age. Caring so much about humans.” The angel says with a smile.
“Don’t flatter yourself angel. They’re only humans, they’ll sort it out for themselves. That lot always do.”
Aziraphale is still smiling at him.
“I’m hungry. The Ritz?”
“Remember you're buying.”
“We’ll see.” Crowley smiles back and slides his sunglasses further up his nose shielding his slitted eyes.
Title: Destiny was never up to me but I wouldn't want to change it
Author: Nimenic
Wordcount: 213
Fandom: Merlin
Character(s): Arthur, Merlin
Pairing (if any): Implied Arthur/Merlin
Warnings: None
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I could only wish
Arthur had been riding his knights harder that usual during training. While pushing himself even further, thinking how can he expect the absolute best and more of his men if he’s not willing to strive to be better himself. Feeling exhausted but satisfied Arthur has to blink twice as he enters his chambers and is greeted with the sight of a warm bath, his bed up turned and a pitcher of fresh cold water waiting for him.
“You look tired.” A voice says to his left. “Does your shoulder hurt?”
“A bit. I’ll survive.” Arthur smiles and is greeted by a mirroring one on Merlin’s lips as he helps Arthur out of his chain mail and clothes.
They let the room fall silent as Arthur slides into the bath and Merlin leaves to give him privacy and to fetch some food. When he comes back he finds that Arthur has left the bath for the comfort of his bed. Merlin puts down the plate and turns to leave when;
“Thank you.” Arthur murmurs from the bed.
“You’re welcome, Sire.”
“No I mean.” Arthur struggles to sit up and look directly at Merlin. “Thank you, Merlin.”
“Anything for you, Arthur.” Merlin smiles and leaves as the crown prince of Camelot collapses on his bed.
Title: Human behavior
Author: Nimenic
Wordcount: 100
Fandom: ATS
Character(s): Angel (bit of Angelus)
Warnings: Uhm...isn't Angelus warning enough?
Rating: PG-13 or maybe very mild R
Disclaimer: I am not Joss.
Angel looks on as Andrew and his band of slayers transports the now sedated rouge slayer to their head-quarter or what ever Buffy has set up. Same time he hears Fred shout at the paramedics or shamans or what ever they are, to be careful with Spike and his chopped of limbs and he feels Angelus start to stir deep down inside.
She may have been a slayer gone crazy but she was also a perfect destruction of a human being. He feels Angelus purr in delight at the almost utter masterpiece the slayer could have been with their help.
Title: The real beginning of the end
Author: Nimenic
Wordcount: 100
Fandom: Merlin
Character(s): Arthur, Morgana
Pairing (if any): Mentions of Arthur/Morgana
Warnings: It's a mix of the show and the legend.
Rating: PG-13 or R
Disclaimer: Not mine I just play.
When Arthur was 13-14 years old, Morgana left Camelot for about a year. She never said why she had gone away neither did his father. Arthur suspected it had something to do with the fact that he had visit Morgana’s chamber after dark two months earlier, without her maid present and that she had kissed him on the lips, among other things.
When she came back she was paler than ever and he thought heard her crying at night mumbling words into her pillow that sounded like “give him back, he’s mine”.
He never visited her chamber after dark again.
Title: The Human Factor
Author: Nimenic
Wordcount: 214
Fandom: Good Omens/SPN
Character(s): Aziraphale, Crowley (Mentions of Sam and Dean)
Warnings: It's a crossover
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I sometimes wish that I was Neil Gaiman, but I'm not.
“You know that the younger brother will come to our side in the end.” The demon says not so much as a question but as a statement.
“Yes, unfortunately I do. But we will have he older one.” The angel answers and let’s out a small sigh.
“Castiel has been working over time on him I’ve heard.”
Aziraphale just smiles as he throws another piece of bread to the over-feed ducks in the partly icy pond.
“I think he fancies him a bit.” Crowley continues.
“Maybe so. But the boy’s heart will always belong to his brother.”
Crowley just nods as he studies two of the ducks bickering over a dried scone.
“It’s a shame.”
“What is?” Aziraphale asks as he brushes of the last few crumbs of his tweed coat.
“Severing that bond between them. I almost feel guilty about it.”
“My dear boy I do think you’re developing a conscious in your old age. Caring so much about humans.” The angel says with a smile.
“Don’t flatter yourself angel. They’re only humans, they’ll sort it out for themselves. That lot always do.”
Aziraphale is still smiling at him.
“I’m hungry. The Ritz?”
“Remember you're buying.”
“We’ll see.” Crowley smiles back and slides his sunglasses further up his nose shielding his slitted eyes.
Title: Destiny was never up to me but I wouldn't want to change it
Author: Nimenic
Wordcount: 213
Fandom: Merlin
Character(s): Arthur, Merlin
Pairing (if any): Implied Arthur/Merlin
Warnings: None
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I could only wish
Arthur had been riding his knights harder that usual during training. While pushing himself even further, thinking how can he expect the absolute best and more of his men if he’s not willing to strive to be better himself. Feeling exhausted but satisfied Arthur has to blink twice as he enters his chambers and is greeted with the sight of a warm bath, his bed up turned and a pitcher of fresh cold water waiting for him.
“You look tired.” A voice says to his left. “Does your shoulder hurt?”
“A bit. I’ll survive.” Arthur smiles and is greeted by a mirroring one on Merlin’s lips as he helps Arthur out of his chain mail and clothes.
They let the room fall silent as Arthur slides into the bath and Merlin leaves to give him privacy and to fetch some food. When he comes back he finds that Arthur has left the bath for the comfort of his bed. Merlin puts down the plate and turns to leave when;
“Thank you.” Arthur murmurs from the bed.
“You’re welcome, Sire.”
“No I mean.” Arthur struggles to sit up and look directly at Merlin. “Thank you, Merlin.”
“Anything for you, Arthur.” Merlin smiles and leaves as the crown prince of Camelot collapses on his bed.